The-Kyu-Shop, aka Terry's place

Two recent doodles for no real reason. 

I’m really trying to get this hair shading thing down. It’s working, but i think my work on fur has dropped in quality. idk yet. I could joke here and say that big Terry grew into his diapers. But that thickness level is sorta his default. poofier is better :3

In world, this happens somewhat frequently. He has a spare pair of shorts and a supply of diapers at the nurses office. So there is that. (there’s a story to go with it on my furaffinity, but I’m not sure how much of a constraint I have on letter count here. 
Mostly, this was an attempt to replicate an offcam horizon within a building, and motion blurring to imply he’s booking it to get where he’s going. Also, turtleneck styled after the uniform he later wears. Because I can :p

In world, this happens somewhat frequently. He has a spare pair of shorts and a supply of diapers at the nurses office. So there is that. (there’s a story to go with it on my furaffinity, but I’m not sure how much of a constraint I have on letter count here. 

Mostly, this was an attempt to replicate an offcam horizon within a building, and motion blurring to imply he’s booking it to get where he’s going. Also, turtleneck styled after the uniform he later wears. Because I can :p

Lil terry dressing up in his costume, and then the inevitable nap that comes after a long afternoon of fun and adventure. (yes, he’s putting on a second diaper in the top sequence. That’s how he rolls… Poofily :U)

So wierd to look back on older stuff and see how differently you rendered it back then XD

ah-hem.  aaanyways, big terry charging his ring, and little terry charging his… pacifier. because as a cub, that paci is as close to a power ring as he has :3

wolfiedragon:

crotchkat-vantass:

juststrokemyglabella:

2spookysamy:

highonvodka:

themixedbagofspooky:

spoopy-len-in-a-dress:

riningear:

doryishness:

displaced-angel:

ryedragon:

inritum:

reblog and make a wish!this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

OH MY FUCKING GOD, IT’S BACK ON MY DASH.
THIS SHIT WORKS OKAY, I AM DEAD SERIOUS.
The last time I saw this on my dash, I didn’t think it would happen, so jokingly I wished I could go to a fun. concert.
AND GUESS WHAT, I WENT TO A FUCKING FUN. CONCERT.
THIS SHIT WORKS, TRY IT.

YOOOOOOO
I SAW THIS ON MY DASH THE OTHER DAY AND THOUGHT “ITS WORTH A TRY” SO I WISHED I COULD GET A 3DS
LITERALLY LIKE 4 DAYS LATER MY DAD SENT ME A PICTURE OF THE 3DS XL HE BOUGHT FOR ME WHILE I WAS AT SCHOOL
IM STILL FREAKING OUT ABOUT THIS

holy fuck, I didn’t expect this to work, I was like psh, whatever it’s just a quick reblog, but I wished my Dad would actually respond back to me AND HE FUCKING DID A FEW DAYS LATER, I GOT A FUCKING TEXT FROM MY DAD TODAY WHO HASN’T SPOKEN OR RESPONDED TO ME IN MONTHS HOLY FUCK WHAT IS THIS MAGIC IT WORKS. 

I WANTED TO SEE MY BOYFRIEND AND I DIDN’T THINK I’D GET DAYS OFF BUT THIS WEEKEND I’M HEADING UP THERE??? THIS IS CRAZY SHIT 

SO LIKE I JOKINGLY WISHED FOR MY OWN LEN KAGAMINE AND THEN LIKE A WEEK LATER I GOT A LEN NENDOROID??? H ELP

WTF OKAY SO THIS SHOT ACTUALLY WORKS BECAUSE WHEN I WISHED, I HAD WISHED MY CRUSH WOULD LIKE ME BACK AND GUESS WHAT? I HAVE A BOYFRIEND NOW. WHAT THE HELLLLL?????

ok I’ve said this before but IM DOING IT AGAIN THE FIRST TIME I SAW THIS, MY WISH DID COME TRUE SO I REBLOGED AGAIN AND SAID IT IN THE TAGS BUT THEN I WISHED FOR SMTH ELSE AND IT LITERALLY LITERALLY HAPPENED LIKE A COUPLE DAYS LATER WHAT THE HELL SO NOW IM WRITING THIS HERE FOR YOU BC I DONT BELIEVE IN THIS CRAP BUT STILL IT’S AN AWFULLY BIG COINCIDENCE

THE BOY I FELL I LOVE WITH LEFT TO TRAVEL THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD AND HAS BEEN GONE NOW FOR 3 MONTHS. WE HAVENT SPOKEN SINCE BECAUSE I DIDNT WANT TO MAKE HIM FEEL TRAPPED TO ME AND NOT ENJOY HIS TIME SO I WAITED FOR HIM TO CONTACT ME FIRST. I SAW THIS ON A PARTICULARLY LOW DAY WHEN I WAS MISSING HIM SO MUCH I CRIED FROM THE PAIN, GUYS I REALLY LOVE HIM, SO I THOUGHT MEH WHAT THE FUCK, AND WISHED HE WOULD JUST LET ME KNOW HE WAS OKAY.
GUYS.
HE FUCKING CALLED ME 20 MINUTES LATER
20 FUCKNG. MINUTES. LATER.
GOOD THINGS DO HAPPEN. AND ITS IN THIS POST.

I wish for someone to leave something in my ask.

OKAY SO I ASKED FOR A HEDGEHOG AND NOW GUESS WHO HAS A PET HEDGEHOG

Here goes nothing??

So it is asked, so let it be.

wolfiedragon:

crotchkat-vantass:

juststrokemyglabella:

2spookysamy:

highonvodka:

themixedbagofspooky:

spoopy-len-in-a-dress:

riningear:

doryishness:

displaced-angel:

ryedragon:

inritum:

reblog and make a wish!


this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

OH MY FUCKING GOD, IT’S BACK ON MY DASH.

THIS SHIT WORKS OKAY, I AM DEAD SERIOUS.

The last time I saw this on my dash, I didn’t think it would happen, so jokingly I wished I could go to a fun. concert.

AND GUESS WHAT, I WENT TO A FUCKING FUN. CONCERT.

THIS SHIT WORKS, TRY IT.

YOOOOOOO

I SAW THIS ON MY DASH THE OTHER DAY AND THOUGHT “ITS WORTH A TRY” SO I WISHED I COULD GET A 3DS

LITERALLY LIKE 4 DAYS LATER MY DAD SENT ME A PICTURE OF THE 3DS XL HE BOUGHT FOR ME WHILE I WAS AT SCHOOL

IM STILL FREAKING OUT ABOUT THIS

holy fuck, I didn’t expect this to work, I was like psh, whatever it’s just a quick reblog, but I wished my Dad would actually respond back to me AND HE FUCKING DID A FEW DAYS LATER, I GOT A FUCKING TEXT FROM MY DAD TODAY WHO HASN’T SPOKEN OR RESPONDED TO ME IN MONTHS HOLY FUCK WHAT IS THIS MAGIC IT WORKS. 

I WANTED TO SEE MY BOYFRIEND AND I DIDN’T THINK I’D GET DAYS OFF BUT THIS WEEKEND I’M HEADING UP THERE??? THIS IS CRAZY SHIT 

SO LIKE I JOKINGLY WISHED FOR MY OWN LEN KAGAMINE AND THEN LIKE A WEEK LATER I GOT A LEN NENDOROID??? H ELP

WTF OKAY SO THIS SHOT ACTUALLY WORKS BECAUSE WHEN I WISHED, I HAD WISHED MY CRUSH WOULD LIKE ME BACK AND GUESS WHAT? I HAVE A BOYFRIEND NOW. WHAT THE HELLLLL?????

ok I’ve said this before but IM DOING IT AGAIN THE FIRST TIME I SAW THIS, MY WISH DID COME TRUE SO I REBLOGED AGAIN AND SAID IT IN THE TAGS BUT THEN I WISHED FOR SMTH ELSE AND IT LITERALLY LITERALLY HAPPENED LIKE A COUPLE DAYS LATER WHAT THE HELL SO NOW IM WRITING THIS HERE FOR YOU BC I DONT BELIEVE IN THIS CRAP BUT STILL IT’S AN AWFULLY BIG COINCIDENCE

THE BOY I FELL I LOVE WITH LEFT TO TRAVEL THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD AND HAS BEEN GONE NOW FOR 3 MONTHS. WE HAVENT SPOKEN SINCE BECAUSE I DIDNT WANT TO MAKE HIM FEEL TRAPPED TO ME AND NOT ENJOY HIS TIME SO I WAITED FOR HIM TO CONTACT ME FIRST. I SAW THIS ON A PARTICULARLY LOW DAY WHEN I WAS MISSING HIM SO MUCH I CRIED FROM THE PAIN, GUYS I REALLY LOVE HIM, SO I THOUGHT MEH WHAT THE FUCK, AND WISHED HE WOULD JUST LET ME KNOW HE WAS OKAY.

GUYS.

HE FUCKING CALLED ME 20 MINUTES LATER

20 FUCKNG. MINUTES. LATER.

GOOD THINGS DO HAPPEN. AND ITS IN THIS POST.

I wish for someone to leave something in my ask.

OKAY SO I ASKED FOR A HEDGEHOG AND NOW GUESS WHO HAS A PET HEDGEHOG

Here goes nothing??

So it is asked, so let it be.

I’ve been on this costume and visible diapers kick recently. And as most of my work is from the front, a lot of these are from behind and have the perspective forced. Trying to shake things up a lil.

Enjoy the crinkle =p

cartoongoblin:

jadelyn:

sinbadism:

teslaarmor:

cobra-23:

So stop working at mcdonalds and do something with your life.

Sure! I’ll just reach into my ass and pull out a job! Or, how about I go down to jobland, where jobs grow on jobbies!

Strap on your job helmet and get in the job cannon

…if everyone “stopped working at mcdonalds and did something with their life”, you do realize the entire fast food industry would collapse, right? And if we extend that premise out to other low-wage/low-prestige jobs, society itself would pretty much grind to a halt.
You love to talk shit about retail and food service workers, but who makes your burger and sells you your clothes? Go ahead. Try doing without any labor from someone employed in a low-wage/low-prestige service industry job for a few days. I’ll wait. Good luck.

NEW RULE: If you think working minimum wage jobs is “not doing something with your life” and you look down on the people working those jobs, you’re not allowed to patronize those jobs ANYMORE. No fast food for you! No retail, no coffee shops!

Agreed! 
Wanna look down on me for working grocery, collecting your carts, bagging and carrying out your order for you, cleaning up the messes you leave behind in the store… Guess what, unless you grow your own food, you’re out of luck.
We’re low on the totem pole, but we’re vital to making it run. And a lot of us don’t have much of a choice in the matter. We take what jobs are available.

cartoongoblin:

jadelyn:

sinbadism:

teslaarmor:

cobra-23:

So stop working at mcdonalds and do something with your life.

Sure! I’ll just reach into my ass and pull out a job! Or, how about I go down to jobland, where jobs grow on jobbies!

Strap on your job helmet and get in the job cannon

…if everyone “stopped working at mcdonalds and did something with their life”, you do realize the entire fast food industry would collapse, right? And if we extend that premise out to other low-wage/low-prestige jobs, society itself would pretty much grind to a halt.

You love to talk shit about retail and food service workers, but who makes your burger and sells you your clothes? Go ahead. Try doing without any labor from someone employed in a low-wage/low-prestige service industry job for a few days. I’ll wait. Good luck.

NEW RULE: If you think working minimum wage jobs is “not doing something with your life” and you look down on the people working those jobs, you’re not allowed to patronize those jobs ANYMORE. No fast food for you! No retail, no coffee shops!

Agreed! 

Wanna look down on me for working grocery, collecting your carts, bagging and carrying out your order for you, cleaning up the messes you leave behind in the store… Guess what, unless you grow your own food, you’re out of luck.

We’re low on the totem pole, but we’re vital to making it run. And a lot of us don’t have much of a choice in the matter. We take what jobs are available.

What's wrong with Terry's eye? And what is he?

Story-wise, his left eye was blinded i an accident early in his childhood, the patch is worn to cover the slim scar and because he likes the vaguely piratical appearance it gives him. Art-wise, when I first started, I had trouble drawing two eyes without one looking derpy as all hell. So i started covering the left eye with his hair, then eventually an eyepatch. 

What is he? A kyu. Which is to say a natural born hyrbid of a number of other species. Resulting in a compact, fluffy tailed furball. Alternately this was a way for me to give him a semi-unique appearance and when questioned why he didn’t just look like this animal or that one I can say “well, he’s neither. he’s both XD”.  (of note, there are about 6 kyu’s total. two are mine, the other four were created after their players asked if they could make kyu’s of their own :3 )

welcome-foolishmortals:

I HAVEN’T LAUGHED THIS HARD IN THREE YEARS I AM HAVING AN ASTHMA ATTCK

OP, damn/thank you  >.<

I think I just woke up everyone else in the house from laughing my ass off.

satsukiryuined:

dredsina:

doctorwhothefuckisthis:

gutsygumshoe:

hakuryuusquad:

some people think that school food isnt all that bad and that we’re just whiny teenagers
u fucking get a rock solid jug of rotten milk then tell me that we’re just whiny teenagers

My freshman year of high school i got applesauce for lunch and when I opened it, a cloud of mold poofed out I feel this post on an emotional level

I broke my pb&j sandwich on the table once, it smashed into 7 pieces.

our hot dogs in elementary school were green

in our school there was a school newspaper about how a bunch of kids found blonde hair in their food and the kicker is i dont even think any of our lunch ladies were blonde 

also they gave us milk in a bag for a few years in elementary school

A county over from here they’re serving raw chicken to the students at lunch time. And calling this “health food”. 

Totally remember the milk in a bag phase. what was up with that?

Rain. Nothing new, something you&#8217;ve grown up with. But it&#8217;s not the rain that&#8217;s the problem. It&#8217;s what comes with it&#8230;Lightning specifically. Bolts flashed down around denshire, plowing through trees, lightning rods, the occasional car and then were gone. Leaving only the smell of burnt ozone and loud echoing booms of thunder in their wake.It was one such accompaniment to the storm that shot headlong into the power line scant yards from the home Terry shared with his little family.KRAKOOOOOM! Terry&#8217;s good eye snapped open and he felt the front of his diaper dampen instantly. He pulled the blanket higher, crossing his fingers and hoping against hope that the lights would come back on. For three agonizing minutes he huddled there on his bed, waiting for the hall light to flicker back into life, or his nightlight to fill his room with it&#8217;s soft glow.But it was to no avail.Aside from the thunder outside, the house was quiet, almost eerily so. It unnerved him almost as much as the lack of light.Terry lunged out from under his comforter, flailing about for the toy power battery he kept on his dresser. (Beth had had it made for his birthday, knowing how much of a fan he was of the core.) His grasping hand met it&#8217;s handle and he squeezed gently, triggering the internal mechanisms and causing it&#8217;s twinned lenses to throw forth a soft green light from either end. The little light eased one of his fears, now for the other.He eased himself off the bed, jumping back a bit and angling one of the battery&#8217;s lenses under the bed and then inside his closet to make sure they were clear. Couldn&#8217;t be too careful after all. The handle clasped behind his back, casting a beam of green behind and one forward between his knees, he waddled slowly into the hall, peering fearfully behind him with every step. His brother&#8217;s door was closed, a sign that Will was more than likely awake and had shut it so as not to disturb anyone. Terry leaned close to the door, peering behind him again, and failing to suppress a shiver at the darkness where his battery&#8217;s beam wouldn&#8217;t reach. &#8220;Will? Can I come in, please?&#8221;The door opened a moment later, and will&#8217;s slight form could be made out, hunched over his cane. He peered at his brother, his slightly luminous blue eyes taking in everything and threw his free arm over the boy&#8217;s shoulder."Come on, you can stay as long as you need to. Think a story would calm your nerves?"Terry nodded and they both headed inside and sat on will&#8217;s carpet, leaning against each other with the lantern in front of them. Will cleared his throat and began, &#8220;once upon a time&#8230;&#8221;

Rain. Nothing new, something you’ve grown up with. But it’s not the rain that’s the problem. It’s what comes with it…
Lightning specifically. 

Bolts flashed down around denshire, plowing through trees, lightning rods, the occasional car and then were gone. Leaving only the smell of burnt ozone and loud echoing booms of thunder in their wake.

It was one such accompaniment to the storm that shot headlong into the power line scant yards from the home Terry shared with his little family.

KRAKOOOOOM! 

Terry’s good eye snapped open and he felt the front of his diaper dampen instantly. He pulled the blanket higher, crossing his fingers and hoping against hope that the lights would come back on. For three agonizing minutes he huddled there on his bed, waiting for the hall light to flicker back into life, or his nightlight to fill his room with it’s soft glow.

But it was to no avail.

Aside from the thunder outside, the house was quiet, almost eerily so. It unnerved him almost as much as the lack of light.

Terry lunged out from under his comforter, flailing about for the toy power battery he kept on his dresser. (Beth had had it made for his birthday, knowing how much of a fan he was of the core.) His grasping hand met it’s handle and he squeezed gently, triggering the internal mechanisms and causing it’s twinned lenses to throw forth a soft green light from either end. 

The little light eased one of his fears, now for the other.

He eased himself off the bed, jumping back a bit and angling one of the battery’s lenses under the bed and then inside his closet to make sure they were clear. Couldn’t be too careful after all. 

The handle clasped behind his back, casting a beam of green behind and one forward between his knees, he waddled slowly into the hall, peering fearfully behind him with every step. His brother’s door was closed, a sign that Will was more than likely awake and had shut it so as not to disturb anyone. 

Terry leaned close to the door, peering behind him again, and failing to suppress a shiver at the darkness where his battery’s beam wouldn’t reach. “Will? Can I come in, please?”
The door opened a moment later, and will’s slight form could be made out, hunched over his cane. He peered at his brother, his slightly luminous blue eyes taking in everything and threw his free arm over the boy’s shoulder.
"Come on, you can stay as long as you need to. Think a story would calm your nerves?"

Terry nodded and they both headed inside and sat on will’s carpet, leaning against each other with the lantern in front of them. Will cleared his throat and began, “once upon a time…”

two lil doodles from my unplanned hiatus. (laptop died, and store had to order my desktop. so i was without both for a while XD)

both involving terry in his human form, diapers, and general cuteness :p

Take a wild guess of who I am. o3o I bet you can't.
Anonymous

you’re right. I have no clue who you are :U

timethekidgotfree:

cuteys:

kayquimi:

ceruleanrabbitking:

doctor-john:

the-cosmic-life:

I BET THAT IF TWO KIDS LIVED IN THOSE TWO HOUSES THAT THEY WOULD COME OUT ON THEIR ALMOST CONJOINING ROOFS OUTSIDE THEIR BEDROOM WINDOWS AND TALK AND BE BEST FRIENDS AND FALL IN LOVE.

I will not write fluff to that. I won’t. No.

LUCY I FOUND IT

But what if instead of two kids, it was, say, a kid and an old woman? And at first they just ignore each other and keep their blinds down and curtains shut, but then the kid climbs out onto the roof one spring morning to get a frisbee and she’s got the window open bc it’s so nice out and she tells him to cut that out, it’s not a jungle gym and maybe the kid shows off a bit and nearly falls, and the old woman catches his arm…. anyway, so sometimes they leave the windows open and the kid’ll show off his comic books or asks what rhymes with ‘beautiful’ (and it’s totally for homework shut up), and the old woman tells him about all the protests and marches she took part in, and asks him the name of that one cute pop star (it’s absolutely for her crossword now shush). And the old woman gives the kid relationship advice, and doesn’t tell when he tries a bit too much of his parents’ liquor cabinet one time, and the kid comes over and shows her how to use the smartphone her daughter bought for her, and doesn’t tell when she sneaks a cigarrette out of said daughter’s bag. And when the weather’s too bad to open the windows, they tape silly pictures or notes to the glass for the other to see (the kid makes sure to make his extra big so she doesn’t have to admit her eyeight isn’t what it used to be), and when it is nice the kid will sneak over and leave seashells on her windowsill, because the old woman said once she misses the sea, but she can’t travel like she used to. And one day he peeks in her window and sees her on the floor, and calls 911 and basically saves her life because she had a stroke and nobody would’ve known in time otherwise. And when she finally gets back from the hospital, just for a while because her daughter’s talking about a retirement home where she’ll have plenty of medical care and lots of friends her age, the kid comes through the window and then pulls another kid through the window who he introduces as his boyfriend, and says he wanted her to meet him. And she sniffs and interrogates the boyfriend in proper elderly relative fashion, and then declares him worthy of her boy— barely. And when she finally does have to go to that retirement home, the kid still comes to visit her, and always leaves seashells on the windowsill.

I’m not crying or anything

I am omg

dammit, so am I   Q.Q

timethekidgotfree:

cuteys:

kayquimi:

ceruleanrabbitking:

doctor-john:

the-cosmic-life:

I BET THAT IF TWO KIDS LIVED IN THOSE TWO HOUSES THAT THEY WOULD COME OUT ON THEIR ALMOST CONJOINING ROOFS OUTSIDE THEIR BEDROOM WINDOWS AND TALK AND BE BEST FRIENDS AND FALL IN LOVE.

I will not write fluff to that. I won’t. No.

LUCY I FOUND IT

But what if instead of two kids, it was, say, a kid and an old woman? And at first they just ignore each other and keep their blinds down and curtains shut, but then the kid climbs out onto the roof one spring morning to get a frisbee and she’s got the window open bc it’s so nice out and she tells him to cut that out, it’s not a jungle gym and maybe the kid shows off a bit and nearly falls, and the old woman catches his arm…. anyway, so sometimes they leave the windows open and the kid’ll show off his comic books or asks what rhymes with ‘beautiful’ (and it’s totally for homework shut up), and the old woman tells him about all the protests and marches she took part in, and asks him the name of that one cute pop star (it’s absolutely for her crossword now shush). And the old woman gives the kid relationship advice, and doesn’t tell when he tries a bit too much of his parents’ liquor cabinet one time, and the kid comes over and shows her how to use the smartphone her daughter bought for her, and doesn’t tell when she sneaks a cigarrette out of said daughter’s bag. And when the weather’s too bad to open the windows, they tape silly pictures or notes to the glass for the other to see (the kid makes sure to make his extra big so she doesn’t have to admit her eyeight isn’t what it used to be), and when it is nice the kid will sneak over and leave seashells on her windowsill, because the old woman said once she misses the sea, but she can’t travel like she used to. And one day he peeks in her window and sees her on the floor, and calls 911 and basically saves her life because she had a stroke and nobody would’ve known in time otherwise. And when she finally gets back from the hospital, just for a while because her daughter’s talking about a retirement home where she’ll have plenty of medical care and lots of friends her age, the kid comes through the window and then pulls another kid through the window who he introduces as his boyfriend, and says he wanted her to meet him. And she sniffs and interrogates the boyfriend in proper elderly relative fashion, and then declares him worthy of her boy— barely. And when she finally does have to go to that retirement home, the kid still comes to visit her, and always leaves seashells on the windowsill.

I’m not crying or anything

I am omg

dammit, so am I   Q.Q