#Dynamic Fur
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I'm telling you guys, Blender is incredible these days. This is literally a skin modifier, simple UV paint job, some Mixamo mocap data, and a couple area lights. I remember spending HOURS in college trying to get reasonable renders of stuff for school deadlines and this was just... so dang easy (by comparison). Like, approaching Keyshot levels of easy. This is actually a whole animation, but it takes over an hour to render a single frame on this i5 integrated graphics laptop so no renders for me :c
I used the dynamic particle fur system, and I'm struggling to get the fur to look less clumpy. Regardless, this is a big upgrade from my rotating Suzanne.
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suppenzeit · 1 year ago
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cleo finds a rat with white spots and cant wait to show her friend his ratsona
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pridefulstimming · 11 months ago
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Ship dynamics: Vampire x Werewolf
♡ ♡ ♡ | ♡ ♡ ♡ | ♡ ♡ ♡
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impossible-rat-babies · 2 months ago
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patch lull means its replay hw time
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sketchyandsketches · 23 days ago
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Today, I offer you a little portrait of Anya, Luke's daughter.
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thewallshaveeyes · 5 months ago
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HOURHG I finally drew the fuckinf goat!! Some actual real headcanons I have for it:
Alternate universe version of the lamb that allowed itself to be corrupted by its crown
instead of using its crown as a tool for good
It/its pronouns and aroace
Always chooses violence
Killed its narinder out of pride. (And yes I do subscribe to the belief that its narinder is a white coyote)
Gets its followers drunk to watch them fight
Named Billie
Also some bonus doodles!!
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(Not sure how sold I am on its cult fit rn but whatever. It was meant to be a contrast to the lamb's more practical outfit)
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toothpastewolf · 1 month ago
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weirdgirl and her boyloser best friend
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theloveinc · 5 months ago
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Hello~! I would love to know how lion hybrid! bakugou reacts when he finally sees you after all those years.
I have a hunch that he reacts to your scent first more than anything 😊😊
(part i here!)
hello !!! and thank you so much for asking !!!
yes, that's exactly what i was thinking too, and what i was going for in my head when i was writing about you getting weaker and weaker the stronger the winds seem to blow your way. I'm not sure how I came up with this, but i imagine Bakugo is so tormented and so disturbed by not being with you that over the years, he's just started constantly scenting as if that will draw you to him somehow.........
Except his scent isn't really.... lustful or homey or attractive to you, much less to anyone, because it's actually DISGUSTING, and reeks (because of his prowess and status) of his loneliness, anger and grief, which is why it's strong enough to waft over the whole territory of which he controls.
As for finally coming face to face... I was imagining that… as soon as you figure out why the smell of the air was affecting you so badly… you immediately try to hide, staying on the outskirts of your new pride to avoid any possibility of seeing Bakugo before you can secure a new pack to help you leave town (and also try to get used to the oppressiveness of living under his scent, which is horrific yet still the scent of your mate, after all)…
At the same time however, being so close to Bakugo after so many years is causing him to react as well, except… he’s not sure why he’s start feeling even worse than usual? He’s gone from his usual irritable and insatiable self to… antsy and nervous? Your leaving left him unstable, alongside the fact that he barely remembers what having a mate feels like in the first place, much less going through a genuine rut… but something is beginning to pool deep in his belly and make him absolutely… feral.
I’m not sure if I like the idea of one of your old pack mates finding out you’ve re-joined and accidentally spilling the beans to Bakugo (kirishima core, even though when he spots and approaches you, you make him swear on his life not to tell), or having him figure it out on his own from stalking the land (he mistook his new urges to protect and save as meaning there was an intruder close by)… but either way, I think it ends up in this huge hunt for you, where Bakugo ransacks the town trying to pin you down and you end up running for all you’re worth.
Really, Bakugo just wants to talk. Wants to know what he did wrong, why you left, what he can do to make you stay and what you can do for him, now, too… but there’s something about his condition—the scruffy mane and blurry eyes and rashy skin—that makes you afraid, sends you back ten years in time and reminds you of the man who didn’t mourn your daughter and caused you to leave in the first place…
But of course, those feelings aren’t enough to stop him from pursuing you… and when he finally manages to pin you down (by physically holding your body after this long exhausting chase. Houses are blown through, water and blood is spilled, skin is torn), it’s just this crazy reunion that’s half hormonal response (your brains: 💥💥⚡️⚡️🌈🌈⚡️⚡️💥💥💥🎊🎊🎉🎉🎊🎉🎉🎉🎊🎊😡😡😡😡⚡️⚡️💥) and half… incomprehensible screaming at each other until Bakugo is dragged away from you by his closest alphas… and nothing ends up being resolved.
(There’s even more drama after that, though, duh!!! Because now you have to adjust being together again as if the both of you aren’t entirely different people now than you were then… but the entire pride is desperate for you to stay and maybe even… re-bond? (Not that you ever stopped being bonded but, you know…) so that they don’t have to live in uncomfortable fear anymore…
Not that Bakugo is planning on letting you go again anytime soon…)
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cant-icle · 7 months ago
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hi it’s me again. i also can’t stop thinking about like a rusty knife. what the FUCK do akira’s parents think about their strange child coming back from tokyo even stranger
That evening, tucked up together in their respectable bedroom in their respectable house in the respectable town they live in, Kurusu Hisoka hesitates before turning off the light next to her side of the bed. "Are we going to talk about this?"
Her husband, who has long since taken off his glasses and rolled over on his side, deigns to grunt at her.
"No," she presses. "Kazuo. We have to. That-- that boy."
Kurusu Kazuo, married to his wife for eighteen years and exasperated for each and every one, gusts out a sigh and rolls over onto his back. "Hicchan."
"That's not my son." It tears out of her, this horrible thing that she says, rips its way free from her breast and hovers bloody and menacing between them. The wound it leaves isn't clean; she's already short of breath, heavy and aching. "That's not my Akichan. You have to see it too. You have to."
A pause; Kazuo finally rolls to face her entirely. "Hicchan. We've talked about this."
"No, I've talked about this! You just bury your head in the paper and go 'yes dear', I know you don't listen to me! That boy doesn't move like my son, he doesn't speak like my son, he doesn't act like my son--"
"And what are we to do?" His voice is firm, but hollow. "We were lucky to get him back in one piece in the first place, after that man. He's a teenage boy, and he's back with his family. You'll see. Akira is still your son."
Hisoka takes a breath, another, wet, gulping. "I'll just have to remind him," she says, mostly to herself. "That he's my baby. That he belongs with me, with us, right? Once he gets his legs back under him, he'll realize he can stay here and be safe. No more of this-- escapism."
Her baby, her boy; she almost went mad the year he was gone, but Kazuo had expressly forbidden her from calling more than once a week. And half the time she could tell Akira wasn't even paying attention to her, could hear the low background murmur of voices behind him.
Her poor baby boy, all alone in that terrible city she'd barely escaped from. What a blessing it is to live here in Inaba, quiet and calm and safe.
What a relief it will be for her boy, her calm and placid boy, when he finally calms down and remembers who he is, who he's supposed to be.
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hershelwidget · 1 month ago
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Gup Spirits Doodle Dump
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Its been a while :] Have some losers (occasionally featuring the Octopod Spirits themselves)
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Every day of my life I think about how their designs subtly changed as I grew more and more attached . something something "to be loved is to be changed"
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flwrptals · 7 months ago
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the pj ship meme with my ocs :3 pls ignore the weird proportions this was a 2am doodle🙏 (cassie's foot is bigger than her head oopsie!)
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Forgot to upload it, but I was able to get a couple frames of my dynamic fur simulation out of Eevee. It will take more work (and a GPU) to get a more realistic result, but I love that it took maybe three hours tops to make this (and a good portion of that was wrangling a node-generated texture).
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secretmellowblog · 9 months ago
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As long as it's @valvertweek, here is one of my favorite Valjean and Javert scenes I've written (for my recently updated fanfic Annoyances):
“But I should have expected no better, as this is a false country— I have been compelled to see its falsehoods, to see that all of society and law and government and legislation and magistracy and sovereign authority and civil service and penal codes and all the dogmas on which rest political and civil security, can apparently only be summed up as a great farce someone is playing,” Javert’s words began to blend together into an utterly incoherent snarl of rage, “it is all deceit, deceit from on high, from the very forces ‘on high’ they tell you are incapable of deceit, they lie to their servants, so that their servants believe themselves honest when they are simply party to a great lie—and then they put their empty-headed imps of dandies into the uniforms of lieutenants, and they put their saints in the green caps of galley-slaves and brand them ‘forced labor for life,’ and they trick their honest servants into crime by dressing up the true authorities in the costumes of the false, and the false authorities in the costumes of the true! If there is any ‘true’ authority all! If one can trust in anything! If there is not a rift in the very firmament! If it is not all rubbish, waste, anarchy, a shapeless mass, ruin, chaos—If the very ground beneath our feet does not give way—!” “Oh,” Jean Valjean said, stumbling on a loose paving stone; he lost his balance, clutched at Javert’s coat, and dragged him to the side. Javert staggered.  In a moment the two of them had fallen to the cobblestones in a confused painful tangle of limbs. “Hmm!” Javert said, extricating himself from underneath Jean Valjean. Then he rose to his hands and knees and shook the sewer mire off himself, like a dog shaking the mud out of its fur.  “This is why thought is useless,” Javert explained with a wag of his finger, haughtily dropping his eyelids. “See there! I was too busy thinking over some nonsense or other I have already settled, that I did not see the loose stone. You see what it is.” “Ah,” Jean Valjean said, lying face-down on the pavement.
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lunarruled · 4 months ago
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Kyleigh when walking with her tall friends (pretty much everyone else lmao):
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When Kyleigh tries to fight a tall person:
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putuponpercy · 5 months ago
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My Thomas and Edward are more like mischievous lil brother and wise big brother
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vixenday · 2 years ago
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this doesn’t have to do with squilf at all but i really like the dynamic jay and breeze have in the crush au. they r brothers
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