Ysengrin Wolf

@ysengrinwolf.bsky.social

Werewolf, artist, fursuiter, kaiju enthusiast, haunter. Blender and UE4/5 wrangler. Exploring limits. He/him (the beard gives it away). Also over on https://meow.social/@YsengrinWolf.

My eyes are like 🫠🫠🫠 I may put this up for sale next week, stay tuned! Hand sculpted in @monsterclay, cast in materials from @smoothon , leatherette from @houstonacrylic , fabric is cotton waffle gauze painted with acrylics.

Goodnight from Beth Ballard, weeping for the Drowned Dead and all the other monsters Aunt Aggie tells unkind tales about. Goodnight from Kate Holman, wrapping the bone carving of the Lord of the Forest in black silk now the night’s rituals are completed. Goodnight from Hookland.

Goodnight from Margery May, sending out Blight Sprites to visit the gardens of her competitors in the annual Flower and Produce Show. Goodnight from Toby Haygarth, scream-waking from the dream where his mouth is filled with soil and tree roots grasp his limbs. Goodnight from Hookland.

Goodnight from Ben Elms, so busy reading A Guide To Naughty Ports he hasn’t noticed all the dust in his bedroom forming itself into a map of Hell. Goodnight from the ghost cat of No. 37 Wick Lane, finding it easy to chase mice now she can phase through walls. Goodnight from Hookland.

Goodnight from the town twinning ceremony at Warlug Bridge, where things have gone awry now the local egregore has picked a fight with its Vitré counterpart. Goodnight from Freya Shaw, dreaming of glass-faced men come to steal the hours of her sleeping. Goodnight from Hookland.

Goodnight from Kirsty Claythorpe, staring frustratedly at her mother’s tin of pins as she tries to move them with her mind. Goodnight from the vanished village of Little Braxted, returned as half-there phantom to haunt the harvest fields of Temple Gore Farm. Goodnight from Hookland.

Goodnight from Alison Rayford, lighting desperate candles in St. Theodore’s church in hope the Smuk Knocker will pass her by. Goodnight from Amanda Vine, safely back in London, but ruing buying a ceramic souvenir of the The Long Witch standing stone. Goodnight from Hookland.

Goodnight from David Blackwood, wishing he hadn’t read the section on the agony crucible from The Book of St. Urian before bed. Goodnight from Thomas Marshburn, racing the causeway tide to be off Os Island before the Salt Brides dance the streets at Tithing. Goodnight from Hookland.

Goodnight from The Irons, where saloon bar talk is about the Long Owl hill figure revealed by the ghost lines of a land crying out in trauma of drought. Goodnight from Evie Meddon, taking one last walk of the tall fields before the blades of harvest come. Goodnight from Hookland.

Man after this weekend, I desperately need some serious dogtime. This will fix me. I need to be this dog. I need to be this dog for me. I need to be this dog for my family and my friends. He’s truly the best of me.

Having a bit of fun relaxing with #GrimDawn since the new DLC lets you play as a werewolf. Yes, I'm also collecting companion pets as I go along (Briarthorn - the woody dog-thing - and a ghost crab so far). You leave a trail of paw-prints as you move.

Werewolf player-character crouching in a stone-paved courtyard, one arm around his pet Briarthorn, pet ghost crab by his side. Lightning flickers around him. Behind him is an unconcerned NPC standing at a table covered with books and maps.

Goodnight from Adam Drabble, increasingly worried that the thing glowing in the jam jar beside his bed isn’t a juvenile pipefish. Goodnight from Candlewick Farm, where Mary Beck is chalking old words on the barn to turn away any ill-luck before the harvest comes in. Goodnight from Hookland.

Goodnight from Beryl Brewer, wishing the cleaning supplies for the County Museum weren’t stored in the basement next to a room labelled Bone Depository. Goodnight from the cloud pond on Weland Hill, where a Harrowhound pack has come to slake their thirst. Goodnight from Hookland.

Goodnight from the passengers of the glass-bottled SS Hookland Star, wondering why they never reach their intended port. Goodnight from Jemima Wooton, stretched full of wicked dreams of how to punish her brother for immolating her favourite Sindy doll. Goodnight from Hookland.

Goodnight from Martha Ings and Will Thorne, making a barn their 24-hour marriage home and not caring if its ghosts are voyeurs. Goodnight from Daniel Hartley, unsure if he is lost in five-pint dreams or has crossed the borders into the two moon land of Faery. Goodnight from Hookland.

Superflame Spyro plush is done ! 🔥 Not gonna lie, Spyro is a character that I always wanted to make, but I was so afraid of the head shape that I never did it 🫠 Not 100% satisfied by the head shape I managed to get, but I honestly don't how how to get it better, so he'll judge us forever 😂

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