Hood Down, Amps Up

Hi! I mainly post about welding, pets, and pottery.

btw just because the species you're drawing is "skinny" doesn't mean the character has to be too 🤫 (and you can be creative with the colors as well 🤭)

🎃Owna’ VS Sona 🐺 #tftuesday #WerewolfWednesday

Dooble badge #furry

@BewitchedBluBou I'm just a guy, a silly little guy!

A doodle badge made for a very silly werewolf - @Hapi_Capi - #furry

In preparation for loosing power in this freeze I will be drawing free doodle badges (if you want it shipped though you have to pay for it) Please leave character refs in the comments! You’ll have a better chance of getting drawn if you like, follow, and repost! #freeart

May I present, SPRINKLES!!! He now has an official ref sheet and I can't wait to get started on his suit 🤩✨🩷 #furry #werewolf #beast #monster #artwork

MFW I get my little treat 😈 #werewolf #werewolfwednesday #werewolfwoman #werewolfwomen

Candy gore werewolf costume? I think yes. Been missing for a while. Been in a B A D place the last few months. But I'm finally dragging myself out of the wastelands that are my anxiety and depression. When in doubt...make a cool new costume I guess. #werewolf #monster #costume

Just about missed #portfolioday Masks and 2d art! Werewolves and girls and girls and werewolves and horror movies and girls and werewolves and women and moons and werewolves and g... #werewolfwednesday

First image done on a tablet!! So many brushes this is so crazy! I normally only use ps.elements 5 and this is a new program. Hard to try new things sometimes! #werewolfwednesday

ok I SWEAR this is my last wolf-sona. I needed the angry fully wolfed out version of Crysmonster to be pinned down colorwise and I think I like this. This is my only fully furred werewolf character! #monstermonday #werewolfwednesday as always all info here crysrefs.weebly.com/crysmonster-wo…

@ThaumPenguin I knew I did the right thing when I bought this last year. My partner thought it was silly. I feel vindicated!

Get yourself one of these, a cheese slicer

Just saying.

Figured I'd share one of the earliest werewolf monster masks I'd made. I think I charged like 150 or so at the time in 2012 lol. But sometimes when you start out you gotta charge test prices. My workability definitely needed help. I had learned how to make suits from youtube...

A rare wip of my current mystery commission! A Demon😈

On the final stage of finishing this Kobold mask! I have a million scale-flaps and whiskers to make 🥲 This handsome critter will be available to purchase, perhaps next week! I rarely offer a finished mask of this detail in the shop since it takes so long to paint and assemble+

When it's #WerewolfWednesday but you've had a long-ass year

White Tail Doe for @ihatebeing17 Built on a @MotleyCrowMasks base, this little doe is trotting home to her new meadow. I LOVED working on this little lady!

Happy 2025 and epic that the new year starts on a #WerewolfWednesday Fitting too that the first artwork of the new year is everyone’s favorite maniacal & spicy girl.. “Elegance in Carnage” The boundary between the forest and human civilization was a tenuous, fragile line. Where the dense trees began to thin and the moonlight kissed manicured landscapes, her hunger stirred. From the shadows, her piercing eyes locked onto the sprawling, opulent home nestled at the edge of the forest.. a symbol of wealth and misplaced security. The grandiose facade, with its stone columns and wide balconies, struck her as both laughable and inviting. Memories of such places belonged to those with more than other humans, such a human triviality. Now, in her new form, these notions of wealth and status were pitiful. Humans always thought their walls could keep the darkness at bay and keep them safe.. she would show them how wrong they were. She approached, her claws grazing the ground with the faintest whisper. The scent of human life.. warm, soft, oblivious.. drifted toward her, igniting the fire of her bloodlust. She scaled the wall with ease, her claws sinking into the stone as her powerful limbs carried her to the second-story balcony. Curtains billowed in the faint breeze as she slipped through the open door, her tail swaying behind her in measured anticipation. The scent was stronger now.. tempting, tantalizing, utterly irresistible. Her ears twitched as she listened to the steady rhythm of their breaths. She padded silently into the large bedroom, the velvet drapes soft against her fur. There they were, lying so peacefully in their silken bed. A man and a woman, entwined in sleep, their oblivious faces slack with vulnerability. Their wealth surrounded them: ornate furniture, gilded framed artwork, plush fabrics. She paused, savoring the stillness, the calm before the storm. The first scream was cut short as her claws ripped into flesh. The man flailed briefly, his eyes wide with shock, but she was already on him, her jaws crushing his throat and silencing him forever as her claws tore into his torso. Blood sprayed across the bed, painting the once-pristine sheets in crimson. The woman awoke as the wetness splashed across her face and the sound of tearing flesh, immediately she saw it, the man with a large animal tearing him apart.. her terrified gasp filling the room. She scrambled out of bed, her bare feet slipping on the blood-slicked floor. In the faint light, her panicked mind struggled to make sense of the beast before her. Was it a bear? No, something worse. Much worse. She stumbled toward the bedroom door, her trembling hands clawing at the handle, but it was too late. The werewolf’s attention and gaze now locked onto her, its maw curling into a savage grin as it sensed the terror of the woman struggling to escape. In a single, fluid motion, the beast leapt, tackling her onto the door and onto the floor. Her screams were muffled as powerful jaws clamped down, crushing and tearing. The struggle lasted mere moments before silence reclaimed the room. When it was over, the bedroom was a grotesque masterpiece of opulent carnage. Blood soaked the silk sheets and splattered the pale walls and marble floor. Limbs lay askew, viscera scattered like twisted ornaments. The beast dragged the woman’s lifeless body back to the bed, laying her beside the mangled remains of the man. This macabre tableau was her feast, and she tore into it with savage delight. The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth, intoxicating her, driving her into a frenzy. She devoured them with abandon, their once-perfect and luxurious lives reduced to bone and ruin. When the feast was done, she collapsed onto the blood-soaked bed, her body heavy with satisfaction. It had been nearly a year since her transformation.. nearly a year since she’d last felt the softness of a human bed. The silken sheets clung to her fur, sticky with blood, but their comfort was undeniable. Sleep overtook her quickly, her dreams vivid and wild, filled with echoes of her past hunts and the warmth of fresh kills. She awoke to sunlight spilling through the balcony door, its golden rays casting a serene glow over the ruined bedroom. For a moment, she lay still, the silence of the morning pressing against her ears. Then, a flicker of memory, a faint echo of her humanity surfaced as her eyes drifted to the partially open doors of a grand walk-in closet. Something stirred within her: curiosity, or perhaps a wicked sense of humor. Rising from the bed, she approached the closet, her claws dragging lightly across the marble floor. She pulled the ornate doors open, revealing racks of clothing that stretched to the ceiling. Dresses, suits, shoes, jewelry.. symbols of human vanity and frailty. Her sneer returned. Humans, so desperate to mask their weakness, draped themselves in fabric and finery. She remembered the stress of it, the endless worry over her own appearance, the need to impress and fit in. How laughable it seemed now. Her claws brushed over the garments, delicate despite their sharpness. Silks, satins, sequins, furs.. she ran her fingers through the fabrics like a predator toying with prey. Then, a sleek black cocktail dress caught her eye, its fine material glinting in the morning light. Her grin widened as she removed it carefully, holding it up to examine the delicate item. The idea of wearing it flashed through her mind.. a beast draped in human elegance.. the thought thrilled her. She slipped the dress over her blood-matted fur, keeping her claws pressed into her palms, taking care to avoid tearing the fragile fabric. It was a challenge, but one she relished. When the dress was finally in place, she turned to the full-length mirror on the inside of the closet. What stared back at her was grotesque and glorious. Her monstrous frame, her bloodstained claws, her gleaming fangs, all wrapped in the trappings of human sophistication. The contrast was delicious. She leaned closer to the mirror, her breath fogging the glass as a memory surfaced.. an old movie quote. As she stared into her piercing eyes, her raspy, guttural voice whispered, “Would you fuck me? I’d fuck me, I’d fuck me so hard”. The words lingered in the air before she threw her head back and cackled, the sound wild and guttural, filling the house with its cruel resonance. She stalked back to the ruined bed, reclining on her back amidst the gore with predatory ease. Lifting the decapitated head of the woman, she stared into its lifeless eyes and sneered, “We have such impeccable taste in fashion.” The sun rose higher, painting the room in warm light, but she remained, basking in her grotesque mockery of humanity. When the night falls again, she would slip back into the forest, the bloodstained cocktail dress clinging to her body until the underbrush claimed it shred by shred. For now, she lounged in her savage triumph, a creature of instinct and cruelty, reveling in her dominion over the fragile world of humanity. And as always, she would hunt again. #Werewolf #HappyNewYear2025 #2025 #NewYear2025