#mutt's wips

[femboyhorror]

with us all being in the midst of arcane's season 2 i figured now would be a good time to show off my work-in-progress gravity falls arcane au. ↀᴥↀ

here we have some unfinished design ideas i have for dipper and mabel who take the roles of vi and powder/jinx respectively. plus ford in the role of silco (silcord? fordco?) and i haven't drawn him yet but stan would naturally take the role of vander. maybe sometime i might finish the designs but for now u all get these wips! ଘ(੭ˊ꒳​ˋ)੭✧

[atelierlili]

Tribute-Victor-Prisoner WIP

One half of a WIP that giving me grief so i'm taking a break to draw some fluffy everlark instead ;w; MJ Peeta took so much out of me </3 I'll come back to finish it soon enough.

Peeta's Victor/Wedding outfit is #43 from Dior Men's Fall 2019 Collection.

[hadered]

YAAAY I LOVE RENDERING YAAAAAAY (genuine)

[briizer]

Probably not gonna finish these in time so better show off some wip mers while I can.

Gotta get ready in couple hours to be on a boat for three days hhhhfnfjdjk

[ghostly-roses]

Her flats are done ✅

But rendering the hair into something I like 😫

I go for a watercolor look with Mizu because I think it suits her and might be something she’d pick herself.

It’s all a learning process. Maybe I need a better process or a better blush? shrug

[thesandsofelsweyr]

When your AK! Jason adopt the doggo?

After Jay moves into his own place in Venezuela! Here's a little excerpt from my Max the Mutt origin story 🐶

⚠️ cw: mention of previous animal cruelty (not by Jay ofc)

Running was a luxury Jason had taken for granted until a death-worshiping garbage Clown decided to break his ankle seven times for shits and giggles. Almost a year had passed since Wilson dragged his ass out of that psycho’s dungeon, and he was only now able to run again. He’d rehabbed his ankle himself—proper medical care was hard to come by living as an unpaid (ok fine, underpaid), undocumented, indentured servant to a pair of drug lords and a mercenary—but he’d be damned if he let the Clown rob him of yet another piece of his life.

He’d noticed the mutt when he was about a mile out from his shack. It was scrounging for scraps in a trash heap when those black eyes fixed on him. Strays were a common sight on his run—the slums were overflowing with the beasts—but this monster was perhaps the ugliest dog he’d ever laid eyes on. It was massive despite being starved. A cross between a mastiff and pit bull, a mangey brindled beast, but that’s not what made it stand out since most of the mutts around here had the mange. No, this dog looked like someone had set half of its face on fire. The left side of its face was burned away down to the bone.

Max eventually follows Jason home after a run one day, and takes up residence on the stoop. Jay mostly ignores him for the most part—he isn't interested in another mouth to feed—but the damn thing seems hellbent on getting his attention by repeatedly knocking over his trash can and ripping into his trash bags.

One night Jay comes home during a thunderstorm and finds his front door with a mutt sized hole in it. Jay storms in, pissed as hell until he finds Max cowering in a corner whimpering like Jay had done so many times. All he wanted was for someone to be nice to him, to tell him everything was gonna be ok. So Jay lays a blanket over the dog and sits down beside it in the corner, scratching it. Max becomes a roommate after that night 😉

[connecting-the-stars]

The concept of throwing characters you are already attached to into worlds of other fandoms has become my favorite thing.

First up!

Clone Wars x Hunger Games!

Will Always be (A Double Edged Sword)

SUM: The 65th Hunger Games’ holds all the aquatic land mines and turbulent team alliances one could ever hope for! District 11’s Cody Fett aims for the prize of survival but is taken to his knees by the searing venom of the Capital’s fangs. Just adjacent, District 10’s Obi-wan Kenobi, curates a smile for golden gowns and dull slacks alike while the Games starting cannon is craned into position. A dazzling, thrilling guillotine. Will this year’s games conclude with the killing of two birds with one stone? Will the little brothers standing at the doors see their tributes again?

Cody and Obi-wan protect and aid their families no matter the consequences, when the Capital plucks them from their familiar labors and tainted dollar dealings, they are faced with an entire new beast. Cody believes he’s spared his brothers from the worst fate imaginable but Emperor Palpatine has his claws in every corner of the district’s. Obi-Wan’s faith and willingness to cross inconsiderable lines is planted onto the cropping block as Cody becomes his biggest competitor and bitter partner in the Games. Cody’s made promises, his family needs him to be strong. He will not let the Capital win, not ever.

[encrucijada]

dæmon au! using the masks is the easy solution so piedad's dae would be a silver marten rabbit named asterión (they/she/he) because that's the name of the minotaur of crete but also because it means "starry". adam has a rough-legged hawk named solana (she/her), nicknamed "sol" which is literally just "sun".

[gildui]

wip — ustulation; oneshot , knight/squire , more scraps sorry! 18+ gore!

You keep your position at Ghost's back, blinking at the peeling paint of his shield. The red cross stares back at you. Memento mori. A reminder; you will die. Now that you've seen what it could do—

(—ripping through skin and sinew alike. Ghost's aim spot-on as he hefts his shield in a clean arc and aims for the man's neck—Teeth bared. A mangy mutt, your knight. Unused to the attention you lavish him with. "F'r the throat, runt," he always reminds you, "Go on. Take m'breath away"—

The sound is grotesque. A sickening crunch suspended in gelid air next to the malaise pocketing itself deep in your chest.

His quarry—gargantuan Austrian oaf adorned with an executioner's hood, insipid and tactless, who'd forgone an honourable exchange of combat in favour of you, the squire—gurgles on the blood pooling within his larynx, armour-clad hand reaching for ruined flesh. Memento mori, you'd spit if bile wasn't searing the back of your throat and forcing you to roll to your hands and knees, dryheaving in the bloodied snow. A hellion, Ghost would affectionately call you in retaliation.

The shield's blunt edge does not strike true upon the first hit. Nor does it the second. But Ghost's face is well-hidden beneath his heaume, and his grimace—if there were one—is long dead and buried.

"Keep up," is all Ghost offers you instead. His behemoth figure bends down not to procure a hand but to reclaim his sword and shield, flicking gore from the blade then wiping it down with the holy mantle adorning his behemoth chest. Total desecration.)—

Meaningless, you think.

[icepip]

wip tag game !

rules — list the names/titles of docs in your WIP folder + open your inbox to asks about them

thank you @wokelander for the tag <3 i always get distracted so some of these are partially written while others are just ideas! i'm sure i have more, but i can't find them right now lol

break up 'cause i'm bored | denji x best friend reader (cheating)

can't hold it | yuta x reader (piss)

stumbling in the dark | megumi x reader (step/incest)

lend a hand | satoru x reader

a perfect fit for me | yuji x reader

dumb mutt | naoya x puppy reader

keep them happy | nobara x reader x yuji (established nobara x reader)

like it better | leon kennedy x reader (age gap)

tagging: @papersirens @kentophilia @madaqueue @rosesaints @chositooo and anyone else who wants to! no pressure ofc <3

[femboyhorror]

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sneak peek for a lil stangst comic i'm working on. based on a scene from a sea grunks fanfic that lives inside my head rent-free. i'll let you know which fanfic it is when the final version is finished but for now i want to see how many of you can guess based on just the expressions and lines. :3

[atelierlili]

The Tribute , the Victor and the Mockingjay Mutt Puppet.

Hello! Peeta's artwork might look familiar cause I posted an WIP a while back (he even got a little face lift since then), but now I've finally got to finishing Katniss' matching artwork uwu (three months late lmao) <3

But i'm not done yet! Reaping Day is approaching and it lit a fire on my ass to finish the original idea for these series of portraits. Haha fingers crossed I get it done :)

[hadered]

This guy’s gonna be animated. This is going to have a lot of moving parts i havent quite explored too much before…

Unrelated i promise, but do you ever start something, like a project perhaps, and once you get a certain point you realize that you’re going to have to dedicate a portion of your mind, body, and life to it?

[briizer]

More baby Mutt and Vash the dad rough doods because help idk how to stop

[ghostly-roses]

Kagome’s turn to meet the mysterious time traveling Ronin and learn a secret or two.

My preteen obsession with InuYasha is paying off. I used to spend hours just trying to get the hair *right*. Drawing from screenshots of the anime and manga were part of how I learned to draw after all.

[thesandsofelsweyr]

Y'all managed to miss the fluffiest fic on my list: the origin story of AK Jay's mutt Maximus (or Max for short). Enjoy a short preview of the rough draft below 🐶

⚠️ cw: mention of previous animal cruelty (not by Jay ofc)

Running was a luxury Jason had taken for granted until a death-worshiping garbage Clown decided to break his ankle seven times for shits and giggles. Almost a year had passed since Wilson dragged his ass out of that psycho’s dungeon, and he was only now able to run again. He’d rehabbed his ankle himself—proper medical care was hard to come by living as an unpaid (ok fine, underpaid), undocumented, indentured servant to a pair of drug lords and a mercenary—but he’d be damned if he let the Clown rob him of yet another piece of his life.

He’d noticed the mutt when he was about a mile out from his shack. It was scrounging for scraps in a trash heap when those black eyes fixed on him. Strays were a common sight on his run—the slums were overflowing with the beasts—but this monster was perhaps the ugliest dog he’d ever laid eyes on. It was massive despite being starved. A cross between a mastiff and pit bull, a mangey brindled beast, but that’s not what made it stand out since most of the mutts around here had the mange. No, this dog looked like someone had set half of its face on fire. The left side of its face was burned away down to the bone.

Comes home to find that the dog has forced its way through his front door to escape a thunderstorm 

He’s pissed until he finds it cowering in a corner whimpering like he’d done so many times. All he wanted was for someone to be nice to him, to tell him everything was gonna be ok. Puts a blanket over the dog and sits down beside it in the corner, scratching it.

The doorbell rings, and the dumb mutt immediately goes from comatose to Cujo

“Back, dog!” He pulls at his scruff—he’s gotta remember to get this freeloader a collar—but the dog doesn’t budge. This monster weighs almost as much as he does, and right now he’s seeing red.