This guy is turning out AWESOME
Posts by Ysengrin Wolf
I think avali are to gryphons what kobolds are to dragons
Goodnight from John and Johanna Hall, sitting stunned amid wreckage of trifle, crockery and coffee, half-convinced one of their dinner party guests was possessed. Goodnight from Max Wheeler, wishing his dog wouldn’t run off chasing invisible hares. Goodnight from Hookland.
Goodnight from Nev Rampley, clothes reeking of petrol and burning after attempts to destroy evidence of his dealings with Faeries in Hedgegate Lane. Goodnight from Sarah Passmore, hoping the cart and call of the phantom cat’s meat man won’t keep her awake. Goodnight from Hookland.
Certain doors demand your attention when walking passed them, demand you wonder about what happens beyond them. They generate an intimate, personal folklore, unfold odd stories in your mind. I'd knock upon them, but the sense of mystery is just too valuable. – #MattAdams
Goodnight from The Fall of Frogs pub, where regulars are acutely nervous at news that Old Mother has returned to Long Thurlstone. Goodnight from Tilly Ragworth, carefully picking gravel and thorns from her feet after sleepwalking to Pennyhill Copse again. Goodnight from Hookland,
A picture of feathers colored a blue/violet. These are made from PLA plastic.
Making 3D printed feathers and experimenting with making it realistic by trimming and shaping it with heat.
Goodnight from Mary Marlow, pouring extra cider into the Gathergood stew she’s making for her late husband’s birthday dinner. Goodnight from Susie Mugford, feeling hollowed out by The Boom-boom Club and wishing there was a spell to cure the heart of tenderness. Goodnight from Hookland.
Hookland has a long tradition of winged-dogs known as Feorhunds. Even the stone representations of them have a reputation for unbidden climbing and flying. Some say the nets hung around St. Agatha at Belford Darrow are to counter their proclivities for zooming around its tower.
Goodnight from Chris Josiffe, desperately shuffling papers on his desk in hope of finding crucial notes on Telling Bones. Goodnight from Emily C. Banting, sitting on the Brighthaven Promenade with her lover as she swaps chips for gossip with a scavenging of gulls. Goodnight from Hookland.
DOGHAUS 🎾
#RememberingSlash
(It’s gonna come up, but Max and Tonka have moved on from Furry, they’re still good friends with me)
What if the curse was to be human? 🥀✨🐾
Goodnight from that suburb of tangled streets close to the Weychester Canal known as Jordan, rumour-shivered by the walking of the brass-eyed man. Goodnight from Sarah Padley, making prayers to a box of teeth given pride of place upon her kitchen table. Goodnight from Hookland.
Goodnight from Jill Boutflour, unable to sleep in case the Boy-With-the-Porcelain-Face comes out of the wardrobe to creep-crawl her room again. Goodnight from dead Philip Lovett, regretting an afterlife as an author without either a pen or a notebook to scribble in. Goodnight from Hookland.
Goodnight from the phantom resurrection men of St. Modwen’s boneyard, constantly digging for a corpse they’ll never claim. Goodnight from the sallow trees of the River Stannis, dreaming of every drowned spirit they seen, every honeyed libation they’ve been offered. Goodnight from Hookland.
Feetpaws in the works!
Based on a RudeBird bird foot pattern on Etsy, I edited it to be indoor, reshaped the toes, and removed the back talon.
Still a big wip, but very happy with how these are coming out!
#fursuit #fursuitmaker #fursuitwip
GenX, pour one out for one of the architects of our childhood
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I've finally done it, I made myself a gatordog (Jackodile) hood. :D
I put a lot of time into this sculpt, so happy to see it finished. ^w^
Goodnight from the diamantaire’s workshop on Hope Street, where Eddie Bissell is faceting a gem to trap the spirit of Armaros. Goodnight from Brian Danbury, wondering why aliens haven’t responded to his telepathic message to land their saucer in his back garden. Goodnight from Hookland.
Goodnight from The Girl In The Well pub, where Henry Fry’s claims that his stuffed weasel is possessed are being met with strong scepticism. Goodnight from Rebecca Wood, dreaming again of a shop that sells nothing but dolls’ eyes and four-faced angel charms. Goodnight from Hookland.
Sometimes you need to make a video like this because there's no way to explain how freaking nostalgic it was when I was holding it as Guilmon, whom I already made to capture my childhood while literally picking up a childhood relic.
Goodnight from The Crater Club, where live performance of Tarmigan’s album All Our Dead Tomorrows has put the audience into a trance. Goodnight from the cats of Vinegar Alley, arguing how best to turn mice offerings into a successful petition for revenge. Goodnight from Hookland.
Free OpenXR motion-capture tool for Blender using normal VR hardware!
Even for animators who hand-animate the main actors in a scene, decorating the scene with some subtle motion-captured characters milling about adds significant quality to an animation. This will save a LOT of effort!
It was heckin WINDY last week!
Makes my hair look good though 😎
#fursuitfriday
Sushi rolls at an Ohio all-you-can-eat place. From top to bottom, the in-house names are Kintaro, Jeep, Audi, and Mini-Cooper. Yes, they're almost all automobile named.
All-you-can-eat sushi in Brooklyn, Ohio yesterday. Had to make a trip over to Monster Makers to pick up several buckets of latex and wanted to indulge for lunch.
#Sushi
This minotaur mask is almost ready for its fur
Goodnight from Sergeant Powers, finishing his boat patrol for Ashcourt River Police somewhat relieved no new Drowned Dead were sighted. Goodnight from Adam Dunford, now regretting camping on Barrowcross Moor for reasons other than the strength of the wind. Goodnight from Hookland.
There's a rise in furries saying they can't go to a con because they don't have a fursuit.
And I've seen countless profiles say things like "I don't have a fursona because I can't afford a fursuit or art."
Oh my sweet summer children, your imagination is your fursona.
A fursuit is a luxury.