#paws wip

[ezekiellsplayground]

Almost done with the paws! The commissioners sent me claws and they were a bugger to install as I had to carefully clip the fabric to fit over the sculpted cuticle. I also continue to be astounded by the difference a hand trim always makes to the finish of paws.

[salamispots]

on to the next gift wip

[thornyfluff]

Were-Wip.

[harriertail]

2019 > 2024

[mrtequilasunset]

I've been thinking about Kim and Harry in their mid twenties again. Sighs

[artofmaquenda]

HHhH wip, but I think I want to make it bigger xD I honestly wish I could slap it on a large building or something for maximum impact :D

[scuderlia]

tldr; got bored and accidentally initiated an under-negotiated bdsm relationship with my coworker

Lando rolls his eyes again—it’s the third time since they sat down, not like Oscar’s been counting. An intern just suggested a mildly obnoxious PR move—something about McLaren’s socials needing a rebrand now that they’re “getting serious” about things. Oscar kind of finds it funny, this whole thing, because it’s always been serious, for him at least. But he bites his tongue. 

“Reckon they’ll make us sing again?” Lando’s gone and pushed his chair closer, leaning into Oscar’s personal space.

“Probably.” Oscar says, ignoring the way Lando’s lip quirks up at the reply.

Lando’s smile is growing, like Oscar’s just said the funniest thing in the world. “Right, yeah, probably.” 

The rest of the meeting blurs together, punctuated by the steady bounce of Lando’s leg next to his.

It’s been odd, watching things ramp up—given how horrific they were last year. His most direct comparison is Lando, who’s devolved into a bundle of kinetic energy that seems to pull at Oscar’s skin like static. Even when Zak dismisses them with a bad joke about being late for golf, Oscar stays put, like he’s tethered to his teammate. A teammate who, at some point over the course of the past hour, gave up on trying to hide his feelings. 

Lando makes a quiet noise as everyone starts to stand, “It’s like they think we need instructions.” He huffs, crossing his arms over himself. “Like—like we need to be led around or something.” 

Later, Oscar's going to think about it, how he almost missed it—how Lando’s voice trailed off at the end, like it does when he realizes mid-sentence that he’s gone and said something incriminating. 

And later, when Oscar’s got his hand shoved down the front of his pants in a company bathroom stall, he’ll blame the noise, and the light, and the runny eggs he had for breakfast for why he says: “You like it though.”

An arm’s length away, Lando’s chewing the inside of his cheek, his face contorting in response. “Like what?” 

Oscar wants to laugh, because it’s obvious, what the what is. It almost feels silly to answer. “Being—I dunno,” he moves to sit up, “told what to do.” 

That gets a reaction. 

Lando chokes, then opens and closes his mouth a few times, then blinks in a way that looks like it hurts. When he gets like this—so embarrassed that it’s like his body is glitching—Oscar’s learned to just sit and wait for it to play out. Still, it doesn’t get any easier. 

“I don’t—what are you even—” Lando sputters, shaking his head. “I’m not—mate—you’re—”

“Christ,” Oscar mutters, heaving himself up to leave. “I’m not accusing you, alright. I just thought, y’know—” he stretches his arms over his head, watches as Lando’s eyes dart to where he can feel the cold of the aircon making his skin twinge, “thought you might like it if I did that.”

[radaverse]

When the angsty ahh aus meet

+ smol comfort bestie swap

[puppystyle]

I'm taking fursuit commissions for January 2025!

I don't have a single commission for January </3 so it would be nice to get a few (it will help me move out of an abusive household AND you will get a sick fursuit!)

I could make: fursuit heads (€500+), hand paws/hooves (€200+), feet paws/hooves (€250+), shark tails (€200+), furry ears (€25), custom plushies/plushie backpacks

here are a few examples of my work:

more examples, my terms, prices and more on my website ↓

[kh0well]

And we're done with one!

So, today we finished the first paw I have ever made!

One fully lined, cuffed paw! This was MOSTLY hand sewn for the control and strength factor! I've already started the second one, and I will say, this first one EVER is far from perfect, but I'm super happy and pround of it!

I hope to have a small photo shoot of them both ready soon! And I plan on making a few before offering anything selling wise, but I'm having fun and that's what matters! More to come! I promise! And don't forget, I'll be starting the head of my Sheep sona soon too!

[hmtaxidermy]

Progression of a bobcat.

A little bit of adjustment had to be made with this one!

She still needs to dry so I can repaint her, but she’s done for now.

[ezekiellsplayground]

All the pieces for a paw commission for @urboros. This is FoxFireFantasy’s latest fox paw which is super snug, so I’m not sure I’ll be able to pop a liner in it. The commissioner has provided claws & some mochi minky for the pads which will be a treat to work with.

[happy-thou9hts]

WIP

he looks like a candy omg ( ˶^▾^˶ )

[mercywashere]

Are you thinking of doing the other paw patrol characters you haven't done? (Ella, Tuck, Al and Coral)

Yep, I have drawn Ella and Tuck but I may redesign them since I don't feel they're good enough to post them,, and I already posted Al:3 the only one left for me is Coral, here's a wip of her adult design!

[shortbeanarts]

✨Beans🐾

[twosides--samecoin]

Blood dripped from Strong's fingers. A large splinter was embedded in his palm, which he held close to his chest.

Curie washed her hands, then returned with a large pair of tweezers and motioned for him to place his hand on her lap. When she nudged the splinter, he jolted and yelped; his leg kicked over the bedside table. 

“Monsieur Strong, s’il-te-plait.." she sighed. "Stay still so I can-”

“Strong?” asked Olivia.

“Liv-ee-uh,” he cried and held up his hand. It was less a splinter and more a thick chunk of jagged wood. 

She got out of her hospital bed, sat next to him and placed her hand around his thumb. “It’s okay,” she whispered. “Curie’s good at her job, just try to stay still.”

He nodded and sniffled. 

Curie began to mumble a song, something she did on occasion with patients who needed to calm down.

«..Je vous parle d'un temps que les moins de vingt ans ne peuvent pas connaître.. Montmartre en ce temps-là, accrochait ces lilas jusque sous nos fenêtres..»

They sat side by side with Strong until the job was done. For lack of the radio she woke up to every day back in Vault 150, Curie’s spoken-word chansons would have to suffice.

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La bohème - Charlies Aznavour