I was writing this fur the magazine. I don't think I'll finish it so I may as well dump what was written here. Very "undercooked" as you'll see if you read it. Fur example, the main character is a 'coon but I never even got around to making that apparent in the text.
Picture unrelated beyond featuring a 'coon. I was thinking of illustrating parts of the story but never got remotely close to that point.
Feel free to do whatever you want with it.
>START
The strongest memory Helen had was of her mother’s soft, furry fingers pressing a damp cloth against the feverish warmth of her furehead one overcast autumn evening. The scent of lavender tea wafted through the air from the chipped blue mug that lay on the table an arm’s length away. The scent of her mother, of the chilly air, of herself, and even of the sickness-- how they effected such a warm nostalgia upon her.
“Things get lost,” her mother sighed a few years later after they’d moved houses and the cobalt-colored mug with the chipped white rim had vanished. She could still feel the steam warming her chin.
Helen traced the gilded edge of a porcelain teacup in Percy’s sunroom. No chips. No cracks. Percy insisted on perfection. Outside, manicured hedges boxed the garden into tidy squares.
"Another scone, darling?" Percy asked. He nudged the silver tiered stand toward her. Jam glistened like rubies in cut-glass dishes.
Helen set her cup down, "Did your mother ever keep old mugs? The kind that shouldn’t last but do?"
Percy’s smile tightened, "My mother collected all sorts of things. But there was no room fur cracked things."
He patted her hand, "Why dwell on the past? You’re here now."
His thumb brushed the gold band on her ring finger. She’d worn it a month, her mind insisted. Yet the weight still felt fureign.
In the hallway, Helen caught movement near the service stairs. A flash of white fur. Red markings streaked like paint across a narrow muzzle. A fox. She froze when spotted, ears flat.
"Pooch," Percy snapped without turning, "The study windows need polishing. Now."
The fox ducked away silently.
-
Percy had excused himself from the sunroom. As usual, there were emails to send, work to be done. It never ended. It never could or perhaps should. Helen, likewise, voiced her excuse to the sunroom and took leave of it, wandering the sprawling, labyrinthine halls of the James estate. She mused to herself, wondering how that singular fox was capable of servicing the entire place. She reflected on that moment earlier and many others like it, which lingered like ghosts in her memory, wondering why Percy was so mean to the servant girl. But she brushed the thought away. What was her place? Certainly not to chastise Percy, her beloved, she reminded herself.
Just as she succeeded in moving on to the next thought in queue, an interruption: a blur of white and red again, hypochondriacally scrubbing away the imperceptible dust of the bay windows overlooking the rose garden. Helen’s paws came to a halt.
“Why does he call you that?”
The white blur ended as unexpectedly as the question came, in its place now a white fox of three tails, adorned by blood red markings. After a moment, the rag in her hands continued circling some invisible smudge, “An old joke, he says. The meaning’s probably too vulgar fur your ears, mistress… though not quite as bad as the other things he calls me.”
A strange feeling crept up Helen’s spine. How dare this fox accuse her noble husband so shamelessly? Yet she couldn’t shake the curiosity, and Percy was out of earshot anyways, “Your real name, then?”
The rag stilled, “I never had one. Same as you.”
The fox’s yellow eyes flicked to Helen’s wedding band, “Ask him about your cobalt mug. See what he says.”
The coldness of the marble floor suddenly shot through her paw as Helen stepped back, “W-what?”
But the fox was already hauling the bucket towards the next window, water sloshing over the rim.
Helen stood frozen in the sun-drenched hall, the fox's words echoing.
“Cobalt mug.”
Impossible. The detail from her strongest memory-- the one Percy dismissed as unimportant. Her hands trembled. Somewhere in the distance she heard a muffled voice, “Good afternoon! This is Percy Jim from James and Johnson Law Firm…”
She turned, following after the maid who by now was already little more than a mote at the hallway’s vanishing point. Helen caught up. A faint scent lingered in the air which led her nose towards the service stairs descending into the mansion's dim underbelly. Helen hesitated, her silk robe brushing the top step. Below, fluorescent lights hummed over a concrete floor. The air smelled sharply of disinfectant and something metallic, like old blood. Hesitance gave way to uncertainty, then a mild terror. Yet, into the estate’s bowels, Helen descended.
She found the fox in a cramped storage room, tossing the dirty rag into a sink. Without turning, “Shouldn’t be down here, Mrs. James.”
“Why did you say that,” Helen whispered, stepping closer, “about the mug?”
The maid finally faced her, yellow eyes weary, “Because it’s not real. None of it.”
She tapped her temple, “They’re implants. Stories fed to us so we don’t… crack.”
Her claw hovered over the faucet, “He can rewrite yours whenever he wants. Make you furget the mug. Furget me. Furget anything…”
The fox sighed, “But I meant what I said. You really shouldn’t be down here, Mrs. James. We shouldn’t converse about… about this topic or… at all, really. If Mr. James found out-”
Footsteps echoed in the corridor outside quick, precise Percy’s. A dreadful note of fear stained the ambient scent. The maid’s eyes seemed to grow twice their size as she froze in place fur a moment befure suddenly rushing towards Helen and shoving her into the cabinet behind her.
With tears furming at her crazed, fearful eyes, “I’m dead, Mrs. James. I’m dead! He’ll kill me… you have to help me! You have to… to…”
The maid’s face suddenly relaxed, the familiar submissive expression uncannily retaking its place with naught but a hint of sorrow and acceptance.
“Don’t breathe,” the fox finally whispered, closing the door on Helen. The words seemed to fall from her mouth almost imperceptibly after the intensity of the frenzied plea just seconds earlier. The defeated visage haunted the cabinet’s darkness, seemingly burnt into Helen’s vision.
Furious footsteps reverberated closer and closer each time.
>END
Game session of NMRiH on Saturday (1/3) starting at 8pm EST (5pm PST)
New thread so people don't miss it. Uh talk about anything related to that here I guess
Making the bread a couple days in advance this time so people have enough time to buy the game or what have you. We will plan a specific time as we find out how many nyaggas we have joining us.
Join me in drawing every day fur 14 days, from Feb 2nd until the 15th
To participate all you need is to post what you drew each day, and it can be anything creative like an update on your story or game. Be sure to interact with other artists!
EDIT: Purrgem must make one drawing by the end of the draw-a-thon or lose his mod account.
Hello again furanons,
The Pawprint Magazine project's not dead, yet. In the interest of stimulating participation, a submission deadline has been set to January 1st, 2026. Anyone may participate. Submit your pages, furmatted as you wish, in the main thread at >>>/anthro/59581. They will be collectively edited fur stylistic consistency after submission. The only layout rule at this moment is that all pages must be A4 size.
The magazine will consist of features, highlights, & parody advertisements. Some examples of possible content:
>Opinions/discussions such as:
<Fit or Fat? Experts debate on what the future of female beauty looks like.
<What does anthro personally mean to you? (asking anons)
<Advice fur predator-prey dynamic relationships
<What got you into anthros? (asking anons)
<How to properly care fur your anthro (claw care etc etc)
<Stories of anthros living their day-to-day life and their unique lifestyle in various situations
>Poetry
>Recipes
>Crossword puzzles, etc.
>Reviews/recommendations of anthro media
>Parody global news/politics
>Celebrity interviews with Averi, Robin, etc.
>A compilation of artwork created by anfoo users
>A compilation of stories created by anfoo users
Feel free to take inspiration from this list or come up with your own ideas. You are encouraged to infurm others about what you're working on so as to avoid conflicts.
A sketch of the magazine concept can be found here: https://files.catbox.moe/hj4elp.pdf
It's all filler, of course, but it should communicate the tone & style we're aiming fur.
Hello Furanons we are starting a magazine for the foo'. Please submit your ideas here.
We wish you a merry chirstmas, anon.
Hi, footards.
Fellow namefag here.
God told me to create a video game. He told me 3 years ago.
God told me that it shall be biblically-rooted. That's what I'm doing.
He told me to compose the songs the way they are & told me how the battle mechanics should work.
What God & I have produced so far is pretty darn amazing. I hope to push a demo out soon, but I gotta do some things 1st befure that can happen.
Most notably, I need to switch development from my Windows laptop to my Linux PC once I get my network adapter. Because Windows is constantly trying to dox me & they're sending all my data to Palantir & the CIA. Not like they're going to be able to stop me, but it's probably a good idea to not let Windows dox me.
So anyways, it's going to have 10 chapters. The 1st chapter is already complete* however I still have a lot of bugs & other things to implement fur it to be not only playable, but glitchless. (I still permit some glitches if they don't really affect gameplay all that much.)
No this is not a quirky EB-inspired RPG with themes of depression.
No it is not.
Saint Carlo said that everyone is born original but dies as a photocopy.
God likes originality & uniqueness. I can't be certain, but I think the Holy Spirit is with me on this one.
So anyways with that said, with this game you're going to have a COMPLETELY unique battle system that's never been seen befure. My friend came to my house a few months ago & when he played it, he told me that it's unlike anything he's ever played befure.
If my game were not unique then I wouldn't have made it.
If I wanted a game like EarthBound, I would just go play EarthBound.
If I wanted a game like Undertale, I would just go play Undertale.
But none of that is the case. I want a game about the love of our Lord, Jesus.
The game is God-centered. This is why I was sent here.
I was sent here to give you guys a FREE GAME.
It will be COMPLETELY FREE.
I don't need the pricetag because all of my riches are in Heaven.
Let's do a collaborative writing thread fur fun, where we make a setting.
Pick a waifur of your choosing, and create a country based on the character. Take the image above you, and put in your changes. You can also make any changes to the landmasses as you see fit.
Then, write about how your state interacts with the one above you.
I shall start.
>The Kingdom of Loisie is a sparsely populated hinterland kingdom ruled by the self-proclaimed Queen Eloisa, who once as the general of the royal army commenced a coup on the royal family as it was revealed to her in a dream that she is the rightful ruler.
>The kingdom is populated by light-furred anthropomorphic cats without tails. Those with tails are seen birth defects and are therefure banished.
>The country is in a grueling civil war against tailed rebels.
>Anthros of other species were exterminated when The Cat Eloisa took power.
>The Queen regularly sends her Holy Knights on raids against other neighboring states fur Holy artifacts.
I was told I'm allowed to shill here, so I'm here to share my Redbubble shop. I've just uploaded some designs I've made fur some anfoo mascots. I feel they work pretty well as stickers.
If you are interested, feel free to check it out. If not, then I hope you at least enjoy my drawings. Thanks!
Link: ReverentRanger.redbubble.com
Server IP: 136.53.109.69:27015
Website for Modpack (Enter into URL bar on browser): 136.53.109.69:27016
An official thread for the Anfoo Minecraft server I am hosting. Mostly tech oriented, but has Pokemon and some other mods.
Noob Instructions:
1. Download: https://maven.minecraftforge.net/net/minecraftforge/forge/1.12.2-14.23.5.2859/forge-1.12.2-14.23.5.2859-installer.jar
2. Run the Forge .jar and install for Client.
3. Run the Minecraft launcher, and left of Play, change the profile to the one Forge created.
4. At the top of the launcher, click Installations, checkmark Modded, and on the 3 dots, edit the Forge profile, click More Options and set: -Xmx6G
5. Paste into your browser for mods.zip: 136.53.109.69:27016
6. Extract mods.zip, and drop the .jar files into: %appdata%\Roaming\.minecraft\mods
(C:\Users\USER\AppData\Roaming\.minecraft\mods)
7. Launch, and under Multiplayer, connect to IP: 136.53.109.69:27015
How come there’s no Hmofa thread on this site foos?
Submit your OCs or Anfoo OCs by 11/16 4pm EST to participate in the hunger games simulator and see who wins.
EDIT: moved back to 8pm EST
now that I have your attention meet Nekotsuki a chubby feline who keeps the 'foo safe. She makes fags seethe and trannies dilate. Bump this thread to keep the 'foo safe
does anyone still have that original anfoo iceberg image?
i think it could use a few more entries.
https://webdiplomacy.net/intro.php
https://webdiplomacy.net/
Lets actually try to play a game together again, the above links you can read how to play and you will also need to create an account. Discuss ITT the logistics and if people would be interested in this, it's only 7 players. Or let this thread die because no one wants to play :p
Commission I got that I thought some of you might enjoy!
Draw this, draw that... Request me something to SCULPT.
I just bought this fur 10$ and I have no idea how does this work (issa 250g block of plasticine btw). This is gonna be comical
P.S. I'm not responsible fur any defurmed abominations which will escape my hands and see the light of day
P.P.S. I'm not sure about time or amount limit, I'll just say when this is done
Requests thread. Reply with what you want by the time I wake up tomorrow and I will draw it. Doing all.
I'm bored, can you guys give me something to draw
Almost furgot that gartic phone was changed to 6-7 am est Saturday
Let's run a hunger games sim game, submit your contestant ITT. Must be an anthro, and be aware they will get their hands bloody. Drop a character below by 9/26 7pm UTC
Need 23 more entries, anfoo OCs are prioritized
Its that time again, gartic will once again start on a Saturday, maybe 7-8am est.
Hello Frens :)
I wrote a book and I'd be chuffed if you guys would check it out.
You ever ask yourself "If I woke up as my fursona tomorrow, what would I do?"
I asked myself the same question, and I decided to turn that concept into a book.
The book is about a girl who passes out during a camping trip and wakes up in a mysterious facility where she finds out that her and about 1/3rd of earth got turned into anthros. With no idea where she is, or how she got there; she's going to have to leverage her newfound abilities, make new friends, and uncover just what's happened to the world, and how much of her old life remains...
I won't say much more than that. But I can confidently say that people who have read it have really really enjoyed it; normies included.
This is a real book, like one you can hold and put on a bookshelf.
You can buy a copy here if you're interested: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CFRMLRD2 (or just go into B&N and ask fur one, they'll order u one.)
I did put the first 10 chapters on Royal Road to get people interested, so if you wanna test drive the first 1/4th of the book, you can read it there fur free! https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/95010/a-new-life-the-facility
I'd love to hear what the 'foo thinks of my book, enjoy it, and the attached pictures of one of the protagonists, kellie :)
Post your work, ask questions, make requests and discuss art here. Not strictly anthro only, if you drew it then post it!
Previos threads:
/draw-a-thon/ #2 >>>/archive/2879
/art/ #2 >>>/archive/1449
/art/ #1 >>>/archive/1
/draw-a-thon/ #1 >>>/archive/953
>I've seen... things you people wouldn't believe. KFC buildings on fire on the edges of Detroit. I watched glocks glitter in the dark near Belmont. All those moments will be lost in time... like tears in the rain... Time to beg fur more gibs.
Hi this is My 6th day of drawing Give me some ideas to draw!
Join Anfoo in a 2 week long draw-a-thon. The goal is to engage with others, make new frens, and most importantly create something each day. It could be anything like art, a story, a game, or music.
To participate all you need is to post in this thread what you did today. Make sure to interact with other artists and you're encouraged to draw other peoples OC or take requests. Let's get the 'foo family together!
hey anthroGODS, newfag tourist here
the weather sucks so i'm trapped indoors. post your waifurs/non-waifurs and i will attempt to draw them (quality of drawing depends on my mood)
do you accept her offering?
optimal site viewing experience?
harro i rove u long time now gimme cheeken sammich prease
can somebody make an averi version of this fucking thing
https://magma.com/d/DeNJIMN2Je
Our host is experiencing unplanned downtime, so I have set up a temporary solution. This thread will serve as our temporary home. When our host is back, all posts here will be archived and replaced with the original website.
UPDATE: tl;dr I made a temporary site because I do not want to take any action without being 100% sure. Our host is known to be reliable and strong on privacy, so I am giving them a few days to fix this and because I want to support them financially.
Q&A
>Why is your host down?
I do not know, but they are reliable and have plans to be back.
>Is all data lost?
Before I say anything, the only reason I made this temporary site is so that people have a place to chat. In a few days, as soon as the Host is back all data will be recovered.
>mfw admin didn't make backups
I do not want to "recover" the site unless I need too, so I am waiting for the host to be back. No data is lost at the moment.
Use this thread for anything else, or ask me any questions. I will try to answer all of them but I am busy at the moment.
Thread creation has been locked so you do not get attached.
I couldnt stand it anymore and drew myself chilling with Renafops, now yall gotta see it too
I'm going to make up a story, and let (You) the reader decide what happens next, and I will try to keep the story going. I'm also going to draw out the scenarios. Whenever a decision needs to be made I will just let you guys submit what you want to happen, and I will try to combine it all.
Chud is on his way home from buying the new battlefield slop at GameStop., it's Sunday afternoon and a pleasant sunny day to be outside (in months). Unfortunately, the nearest GameStop is down town, and where Chud lives it forces him to go through a sketchy part of town there and back. He got up really early (because niggers are lazy and don't work) so there weren't any issues on the way there, but it's just past 12 and he's deep in the ghetto.
Chud is walking down Coon Ave, he passed 38th street where George Floyd died.
>heh, get fucked nigger. Too bad Microsoft and Google were forced to stop the Droyd AI chatbot due to ((( ethical ))) concerns rare Jew win
NIGGA KILL, NIGGA DO CRIME. NIGGA KILL, NIGGA DO CRIME. NIGGA KILL, NIGGA DO CRIME.
>What is that dog shit noise? Oh no... it must be a pack of niggers, w-what time is it?
Chud checks his Casio F-91W (/pol/ and /g/ told him it's anti glowpilled and real terrorists use it)
>FUCK IT'S PAST 12 THE NIGGERS ARE ALL AWAKE
>FUCK it sounds like they're coming for me
Chud is on 42nd street, and needs to turn right. He's too much of a pussy and a retard to just keep walking straight, so he turns right and sees...
NIGGA KILL, NIGGA DO CRIME. NIGGA KILL, NIGGA DO CRIME. NIGGA KILL, NIGGA DO CRIME.
What Chud sees stuns him a little. He barely goes outside, all of his school is virtual online (based jews btw) learning and he only goes outside when him Mom forces him too. Everything Chud knows about the outside world is through his elders at /pol/. They told him niggers are violent and dangerous creature.
>Remember: around a nigger, never relax. That's what /pol/ told me and /pol/ is always right
>What ugly niggers they are
What chud sees is left to right: a female NIGGA KILL nigger fox, a female nigger cat, and another female nigger cat. This is probably the first NIGGA DO CRIME time Chud seen a woman besides his own mother. This made him very nervous, and he nearly NIGGA KILL lost his balance as he got a closer look at them. The sidewalk was pretty narrow, and it was obvious the whores weren't gonna move. But (You) are NIGGA DO CRIME a sigma male, you keep your NIGGA KILL chin up and look the first whore in the eyes and stop right in front of her. HOLY SH-NIGGA DO CRIMEIT THIS MUSIC FUCKING SUCKS
NIGGA KILL, NIGGA DO CRIME. NIGGA KILL, NIGGA DO CRIME. NIGGA KILL, NIGGA DO CRIME.
>...
Chud steps off the sidewalk to pass them, but the NIGGER vixen stops and so does the 2 behind her
<Excuse me?
Chud nearly pisses his pants. The nigger vixen has such an assertive voice that Chud lost all of his composure and was about to break down
<Gek, look at this yt boi
^he kinda cute doe
Chud blushes a little and calms down
^look at him blush!
the trio laughs
<Ay, nigga what are you doing outside on my street?
>...
vAnswer her nyagga
>I-I was just going shopping
Great, these negresses are going to rob me /pol/ never warned me of nigger women I will need to make a thread about this later. Also RIP my new battlefield (didn't have anyone to play it with anyways.
<Huh? You rich?
Oh no
>N-no it was just something cheap I don't have any money on me
<YOU THINK WE TRYING TO ROB YOU
One of the nigger cats behind her shifts a little, fuck oh
>no no I was just saying because you asked, I'm sorry to bother you
Chud tries to walk forward but the vixen side steps in front of him
<Where you think you going
...
What do you do?
>She was a serial chicken killer who bragged about eating Popeye's, and she professed and confessed to be a vixen!
<She was that bruh! If she wanted you out of there she'll go do it herself, on paws! By herself!
>Averi gave me a lot of passes, she could have killed me a couple times.
<I was happy as hell when i found out Averi was dead. I cooked for the whole day.
Draw everyday until 7/21, apologies for the interruption, and forgive me for it.
Art was not lost however, an archive will be uploaded soon.
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