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Finally, I finished this guy! He's, um... rather large, isn't he? My oops, there- wasn't paying attention to the final size when I made the pattern. Some days my brain needs a slap. Anyway, he's soft, squishy, and eminently cuddlable!
From pieces to un-stuffed body to full-on adorableness, here he is- Drathek the Red! Kani took pictures of him on the couch to give folks an idea of his, er... SCALE. *giggle*
dranslin I hope this big hunk of cuteness meets with your approval!
Drathek © to Drathek himself. :)
I have some pix of him being cute at the last Skiltaire night- I'll post those next. >^____^<
From pieces to un-stuffed body to full-on adorableness, here he is- Drathek the Red! Kani took pictures of him on the couch to give folks an idea of his, er... SCALE. *giggle*
dranslin I hope this big hunk of cuteness meets with your approval!Drathek © to Drathek himself. :)
I have some pix of him being cute at the last Skiltaire night- I'll post those next. >^____^<
Category Photography / Portraits
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Thanks, sweetie! *huggles* The folks at the Skiltaire party thought he was a blast, too. I wanted to curl up with him and snooze myself, he's so soft... Red, and dark burgundy, stretch velvet with a scale-print on him and I made sure the pile was all going in the same direction: the length of his body. The wings have two other stretch velvet fabricss on them, one a neato tie-dyed stuff that just rocks with his colours.
Really? I figured the Arnold would have gotten rid of that by now. Last I knew he had two... Or maybe they died... Hope not. But he's a big ferret person. Ever seen... ~Thinks~ Beastmaster? Can't remember if that's it or not. And then Kindergarten Cop, he used his own ferret for a scene. I dunno... I think that's kinda weird...
Well, I don't actually know if the law has been repealed or if it got re-instated after being repealed, but they were illegal to have in this state, last I'd heard. I'd love to have a ferret. Unfortunately, my Mate is probably allergic to them. He reacts to cats, though not badly. And I'm not sure if mustilids would give him any problems, unless they still had their musk glands.
Yoiks! I know I react to cats my body doesn't know (no nasty jokes, there, you)- allergies are mild enough that I can live with Diva, but other cats I sometimes have trouble with. As for ferrets- egad, I'd probably be wheezing and sniffling. I remember having some slight wheezes with my buddies three...
It's the name I gave my step-father. I call him the Step-Monster for very good reasons. He was an ugly, ugly person, completely self-centred, vicious and unbelievably selfish. He was also violent and liked little girls a bit too much. Let's just say that I was the "little girl" he liked. *shudders* He's terrified of me, now, as he should be. No male with near six-foot height and 210lbs feels very brave after a five foot three female weighing only 170lbs (at the time- I'm fatter now) like me literally picks them up by their chest-hairs off the floor and threatens to kill him. *chortles*
It doesn't happen often, but when I get really truly pissed off, stuff... happens. *chuckle* I actually don't like how it makes me feel, though- well, I both like and hate it- it certainly makes me all confuzzled and odd feeling, anyway. Hard to explain. I get sick to my stomach at the thought that I could get angry enough to seriously hurt someone... but, he is such a scum-sucking genetic-mistake that my rage only feels justified and all too pleasant at times. Ugh. Don't get me mad on something that matters, it will get bad for whatever's nearby...
I'm a lot more controlled, nowadays, though. The "put him up against the wall" thing happened when I was 22 (I'm 41, now)- I'd asked him why he did the things he'd done to me. His answer? "You were the closest thing at hand." With seven little words, he told me what he truly thought of me, and I wanted to kill him in the most bloody way imaginable. I was gonna tear his throat out with my teeth. I was gonna gut him with my wimpy-ass fingernails and spread him around like Christmas decorations. I was seriously wanting to skin that little fuck and have his hide for a courier-bag... The my mother opened the door- after I'd expressly asked her not to- saw this... interesting little tableaux, I roared at her to shut the @#%$!!! door... then my brain clicked back into functioning and the ever-present consequences gave me a poke in the conscience. I put him down and let him stagger away.
Traumatized my then six-year old brother to the point where he finally asked me when he was in his early twenties, "what's up between you and my dad?" I wasn't sure if telling him was a good idea, so I actually asked my mum if she was cool with my possibly breaking his heart, since he seemed to really care about the creep. In the end, I told him, but I dunno how he feels about the whole thing- it's a lot to assimilate, being told your father was a child-rapist.
I'm a lot more controlled, nowadays, though. The "put him up against the wall" thing happened when I was 22 (I'm 41, now)- I'd asked him why he did the things he'd done to me. His answer? "You were the closest thing at hand." With seven little words, he told me what he truly thought of me, and I wanted to kill him in the most bloody way imaginable. I was gonna tear his throat out with my teeth. I was gonna gut him with my wimpy-ass fingernails and spread him around like Christmas decorations. I was seriously wanting to skin that little fuck and have his hide for a courier-bag... The my mother opened the door- after I'd expressly asked her not to- saw this... interesting little tableaux, I roared at her to shut the @#%$!!! door... then my brain clicked back into functioning and the ever-present consequences gave me a poke in the conscience. I put him down and let him stagger away.
Traumatized my then six-year old brother to the point where he finally asked me when he was in his early twenties, "what's up between you and my dad?" I wasn't sure if telling him was a good idea, so I actually asked my mum if she was cool with my possibly breaking his heart, since he seemed to really care about the creep. In the end, I told him, but I dunno how he feels about the whole thing- it's a lot to assimilate, being told your father was a child-rapist.
Well, to be truly frank, it did leave me a mess for a very long time. That prick, along with the epidemic of "chicken-hawks" (as we called pedophiles back then- I was attacked more than once, as were far too many other children in my area) that seemed to fill Winnipeg's streets, put me into a depression that hung around for so long, I got to thinking it was normal to feel that crappy. Twelve years of therapy to deal with a mere sixteen years of abuse, with a further ten years of misery added on, seems to have helped a lot. Finding some real friends, a job I actually was able to keep for longer than two months, then love, finding out that I actually fit in nicely with the Furs and joining the Fandom, getting married and leaving that social cesspool I call a hometown has made an incredible difference. Amazing how misery can make for "building character", isn't it?
*hugs and nuzzles* Your work when you finish it has always amazed me. I'm probably your oldest #1 fan.
I can't wait to get a few machines in here so that I can start on my fursuit. The buyer for the condo is going to inspect it this month. If all goes well in that meeting we'll be shaking on the deal and I can start breathing again.
I think for the more difficult jobs I'm going to use a treadle machine. Better control more directed power than an electric can give me.
Thinking of abused sewing machines. Like the shoe repair place where we did the leather work.
I can't wait to get a few machines in here so that I can start on my fursuit. The buyer for the condo is going to inspect it this month. If all goes well in that meeting we'll be shaking on the deal and I can start breathing again.
I think for the more difficult jobs I'm going to use a treadle machine. Better control more directed power than an electric can give me.
Thinking of abused sewing machines. Like the shoe repair place where we did the leather work.
Oh gods, I remember Peacock, and Skidmark, his brother Burnout... Dang bikers got some weird-ass names. Remember when I offered to arm-wrestle Burnout because he was making sexist remarks about how women were inferior? Stupid druggie actually seemed afraid of me! The guys laughed their asses off, I recall. *grins*
I've never tried a treadle machine (unless one of the ones in that shop was such and I forgot how it worked). But definitely some well-loved machines in that place. I swear, if Peacock were ever to think of selling his equipment, he could get a grand price for them- antiques in working order can be worth a LOT. Some of those machines were 80 years old at the time were there!
"When I finish it" Yeah, that's been my bane for years. I'm trying really hard to not do that anymore and actually complete stuff I say I will.
I've never tried a treadle machine (unless one of the ones in that shop was such and I forgot how it worked). But definitely some well-loved machines in that place. I swear, if Peacock were ever to think of selling his equipment, he could get a grand price for them- antiques in working order can be worth a LOT. Some of those machines were 80 years old at the time were there!
"When I finish it" Yeah, that's been my bane for years. I'm trying really hard to not do that anymore and actually complete stuff I say I will.
*hugs* you remember!
People like us have so much on the go, are living our lives so fully it's easy for us to get backlogged with things we want to complete. I've got so many things on the go since I woke up I'm about a year behind where I should be but I'm having too much fun with the journey it doesn't seem to matter that much to me. Though I am still pluggin' away at the more impotant projects.
People like us have so much on the go, are living our lives so fully it's easy for us to get backlogged with things we want to complete. I've got so many things on the go since I woke up I'm about a year behind where I should be but I'm having too much fun with the journey it doesn't seem to matter that much to me. Though I am still pluggin' away at the more impotant projects.
Yup, I remember those guys. They were fun. That was a pretty memorable summer for me, goofy as most of it was. Remember when we were at a party and this guy was checking over your big dragon "tattoo", all impressed with it, and then he smeared it? He was shocked to find out that I'd drawn it on your arm less than an hour before. Heh. Loved that stuff. *huggles*
I still have trouble organizing my time- ADHD forces me to get creative, I'll tell you. Sometimes, I run into problems with those closest to me who are trying to understand the way my mind works and hoping to help me get it together enough to make a simple living with my art.
I still have trouble organizing my time- ADHD forces me to get creative, I'll tell you. Sometimes, I run into problems with those closest to me who are trying to understand the way my mind works and hoping to help me get it together enough to make a simple living with my art.
Lolz yeah I remember the body art. I love being a human canvas.
We struggled together with that for a little while, too bad neither of us had the ability to lock in. I was all over the place ADHD'ing you were all over the place ADHD'ing all the while both of us were looking for the simple life and living. It was a wild adventure and a half most would write or make movies about these days.
We struggled together with that for a little while, too bad neither of us had the ability to lock in. I was all over the place ADHD'ing you were all over the place ADHD'ing all the while both of us were looking for the simple life and living. It was a wild adventure and a half most would write or make movies about these days.
I dunno about the movie part- we were pretty freakin' random, and stoned a lot, if I recall... Hmmm, maybe the Canadian version of Trainspotting, where there's no real violence, there's no real plot, and nothing really happens except that we commit a lot of petty crimes and try to survive. Naah, sounds depressingly pointless, unfortunately. I doubt anyone would want to make a film of that. ;-p *chuckle*
*hugs* Hi you! Was wondering when one of you would finally see it an comment on him! Does he meet with your approval? After all, he's supposed to be your hatchday present. The gigantic part was a weird oops on my part- not sure why I borked the scale so badly. *scratches her noggin, trying to figure it out*
*giggles* Yes, indeed it is! I like the idea of making more of this size, but the price will have to be fairly high, seeing as they're unique. I make much smaller ones, too- just have to remember to be certain ofthe general size before sewing. Duuur. Some days... Bah. *chuckles*
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