#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.

[spiritsong]

WIP Wednesday!

I was tagged last week by @bhaalsdeepbat and possibly someone else (I'm sorry I don't remember 😩)

Last time, I shared this build-up to a smutty scene that takes place post-game between Aune and Astarion; this week's WIP takes place several months before that, when they first meet!

aka the Rancid Meetcute:

The elf cursed and whacked her in the nose with his balled up fist. Aune hissed in response, feeling her eyes smart and her head swim, but she didn't hesitate to return the blow by planting an elbow right between his ribs. She felt a sick sense of satisfaction at the way he yelped in pain, but was unable to delight in it any further when he pushed hard, forcing their bodies to go tumbling again. This time, she found herself face down in the dirt with the elf on her back, one arm still around her neck while the other pinned one of her wrists down. Up until this moment, Aune hadn't felt any real sense of danger come over her. She could recognize that it probably wasn't the healthiest response, but she had to admit to herself that the feeling most paramount within her was that of exhilaration - the promise of a fight, of pain taken and given; the allure of spilled blood and a victory hard won. But now, with her face on the ground and her assailant outside of her range of vision, pressing down on her back, she felt dread clutch at her heart. Aune tried to kick back at his groin, but the elf shifted out of the way just in time. "Ha! You'd stoop so low?" he spat. He leaned down, bringing his face just an inch or two closer to hers. "Just like a mutt to have no principles!" Her head snapped to the side, even as the motion drew sharp granules of rock against her cheek, cutting into it. "Fuck you, you fucking faerie!" she seethed. For the space of a second, she had the presence of mind to think it was surprising that he had guessed at her heritage so accurately. But then, perhaps such things like blood composition came naturally to the likes of high elves. "What a mouth!" the elf laughed coldly. Despite the degrading position she found herself in, she realized it was easier to try and get up on her hands and feet compared to the last one— But before she could clamber up, the elf guessed at her intentions and sent them rolling yet again. Now, he was partially beneath her, though it was not to her advantage. His legs pinned her own down, keeping her from kicking out, and more importantly, the dagger he had been waving around was finally at her neck, the sharp edge taunting at her vulnerable throat. The elf pulled at her ponytail with his other hand, forcing her to bare it further. "Unless you want me to paint us both with your blood, I suggest you stop squirming." "Look me in the eyes before you kill me, coward," Aune growled through gritted teeth, though she did still — self-preservation winning out above all else. "If you stop acting like a little beast, I won't have to," he snapped back. He grunted with frustration as he readjusted and tightened his hold as she settled. "Now, not another word. Let's try and keep that lovely neck of yours in one piece, hmm?" His voice was the lethal poison that went down like honey, sweet and full of promises. In only seconds you would realize that those promises disguised an accelerated heartbeat, flushed skin and unbearable heat, the mind slipping away from you — and by then, it was already too late. Death already embraced you in its arms. She hated this guy.

why not bounce this tag back and forth! 😂 idk if y'all have more to share, but here's your excuse if you do & wanted to share! tagging @bhaalsdeepbat @dragon--sage @justabiteofspite @diaphanouso @fictionobsession 🖤

[houndmojis]

personal art wip

nf2u/dns. no reposts.

personal art I'm workin on :> personal as in like art of me in one way or another.

reblogs with ID welcome 🩷

[frozenhaart]

I missed my skelebois. Been thrown into commission streak which is mostly furry stuff and i needed a break. Dont get me wrong, i really enjoy doing those but its all animals XDDD Have da bois WIPs cuz idk when i will finish them XDDDD

[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".

[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

[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.