#Monster hands

[enaykin-art]

Monster Hands Part 3

[saffitaffi]

And you thought 5 fingered hands were hard…

[sobcomix]

A short, safe walk home. Man, this city has changed....

[0nelittlebirdtoldme]

Freaks of Nature

[palaeosinensis]

The hands got better! (Thanks Hibbary!)

[neonstardustart]

Exciting news! My sticker sheets have arrived and are now up on my Ko-Fi shop!

Check them out HERE! For $5, you get a sheet with four MonsterxHuman hand stickers. I hope you all like them, and I appreciate any support that comes my way :)

[cadoodledoodleydoo]

I'm thriving~ Nothing like the feeling you get when a fellow cool creator gives you the go ahead to let your ocs interact with their ocs!!! @tellotech's Star is still rattling around in my brain and they deserve some tender love and care. Wrote up a no-context fluffy short that's probably very OOC?? But I hope ya'll enjoy regardless!! Short Under the Cut ↴

They ran their fingers over the pastel green scars. The healed tissue was rougher compared to the peach fuzz pink that surrounded it. The large paw twitched under the attention but didn’t push them away, so they kept going. Mind wandering. Most of the zig zagging lines were thin and light, scattered across the limb like confetti. But as they trailed their fingers upwards, towards the wrist, the scars deepened. They dipped into the skin, the soft pastels turning into bruised nauseous greens. They could feel the wrist bones shifting under their fingers, could see them push the green up and down with small pops as they moved. Whatever had caused these scars had sat right on top of the joint. Their brow furrowed, fingers stilling. They could almost feel the tension there, feel their own wrist constricted and restrained, shifting uncomfortably within tight shackles. 

A cold nose nudged their shoulder, followed by a huff of warm air. It broke them from their thoughts, causing their shoulders to rise up with a shiver. Not because it startled them, but because it tickled. They turned then, temporarily distracted from the large paw across their lap. 

“Your thoughts are loud chispa,” the voice was soft with sleep, accompanied by a quiet purr that reminded them of a cricket song. Aven’s  mouth didn’t move with the words, they echoed up from her throat to settle softly in Star’s head, not quite thought but not quite sound either. They rolled the statement around in their mind, there was no judgment in its tone, no reprimand, no question. Just an invitation. One they could ignore or refuse if they chose to, even though they rarely did. They turned back towards the large paw, hovering their fingers over the scars once more, not quite touching this time.

“...Did it hurt?” the words fell from their mouth before they could really think on them. It felt like a dumb question. Of course it hurt. Just looking at the green stripes would tell anyone that it had hurt. Their hands shook a little before they lowered them back down to the paw, petting over the peach fuzz pink as if that could make up for asking the stupid question. 

Aven hummed, thoughtful, the sound vibrated up their back from where they were leaning against her long warm neck. She nuzzled their shoulder with her nose once more before pushing her snout under their arm, resting her head back down on the ground so they were properly encircled by her. 

“Yes, they did hurt. Sometimes they still do.” her tone was warm, gentle, safe, “But they are old now and I’ve grown since then.”

“We match…” those whispered words were just as involuntary as the last. Their shoulders bunched up high, metaphorical hackles rising. Embarrassed. So so stupid. The paw in their lap finally moved, turning to wrap its soft fingers around their torso, hugging them close. They inhaled sharply, tense, unsure. Aven’s snout nuzzled against their side again. Her purr rumbled twice as loud, their whole body was warmed by it. 

“We do match." The words bled with pride. But why? They turned to look down at her, desperately searching her face for any hints of malice or sarcasm but there were none. She tilted her head so they could better see the smile that was creasing her cheeks. But why? Why was that something to be proud of? 

Aven must have read their anxious confusion in the tight set of their shoulders, the furrow in their brow, the frantic kneading of their hands because she was hugging them closer still. Her large forepaw moving to cover both of their hands in her palm, they were so small in comparison. Her thumb gently ran over their scarred knuckles, tracing the criss crossing patterns the same way they had across her wrist earlier. She lifted her head till her snout touched just under their jaw, warm air huffing against their pulse point. Up this close her purr sounded like an earthquake. Their head was full with it. “We survived Star. We grew. We continue to persist. To exist. To live.” Her voice was so sure. The words spoken like a statement of fact. Like they were the truth. Full stop. Her thumb moved to brush against the matching scars on their wrist, gently pressing on the pulse there. Their hand gripped her large fingers like a lifeline, breath stuttering. “I get to take up space with you and you get to take up space with me. We get to match.”

[dalnug]

miscellaneous doodles and stuff from a bit back

[enaykin-art]

Monster Hands Part 2

[the-bong-water-rake]

how do you think theyd feel?

[incyrayinc]

Finger anatomy notes/study for soldier Heartless', and similar varieties

Feel free to use some of these ideas for other monsters with big meaty claws! I was mostly just refining various ways I already draw monster hands, anyway

I kind of see these guys as basically having hand-shaped eagle feet on their arms, since the girthiness of their forearms along with the size of their hands and claws kind of makes me think they'd have kind of insane grip strength. Like, a real-life harpy eagle is an animal the size of like. a medium-small dog, and I would not want to be mauled by one. Meanwhile these guys are like the size of an adult human??? Concerning lmao

not gonna tag literally everything here since I do not think most of KH fandom wants to contemplate the potential anatomy of a realistic soldier Heartless. I am just a weirdo who likes monsters and faceless goons

[horrorborer]

More monster mitts

[luciiferous]

drew some Azar paws while listening to the M9 reunion last night!

[palaeosinensis]

Look at these fucking hands. Left hand still needs work but right hand is GREAT. Possibly best monster hand drawn to date.

...and I might lose it because I'm going to have to change what the right arm is doing lol. So sharing here so people will see these great hands.

[mirandacakesart]

[kleinergeist]

I'd like to introduce to everyone this horrid thing I created about a year ago but haven't shown many people yet (probably for the best).

This is Baby. AKA The Monster. AKA Sight Tremendous and Abhorred, AKA Vile Insect, AKA A Thing Such As Even Dante Could Not Have Conceived, etc, etc. It's made from bits of scrap fabric I scrounged from various sources and is roughly the size of a human toddler. Its design is based on Mary Shelly's original descriptions of Frankenstein's creature.

But that's not all! Behold!

You can dissect this little abomination to reveal a full set of crocheted, knitted, and scrap fabric organs, all hand-stitched by yours truly!

It has a heart, stomach, lungs, liver, small and large intestine, kidneys, bladder, and, of course, a brain! So it can ponder the horrors of its own existence!

I used this pattern by Less Than Three for the heart. I ended up felting it because I screwed up most of the stitches (I was relatively new to crochet at the time). The result was a bit of a blobby mess, but oh well.

So yeah. This thing lives in my house now (my family hates it). I have yet to reap the full consequences of my hubris.