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Dan Jordan @danjordan.bsky.social · 15/11/2024

Work dumber not harder

A 3D environment featuring a wolf head mounted for display above a fireplace.

Surprise! I didn't bother making a separate asset for just the head. The rest of the wolf's body is actually squished up real good like an accordion and hidden inside the fireplace wall.

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silas denver 🍎 @sweatermuppet.bsky.social · 13/03/2026

now more than ever 🌷

a halftone bearded iris with a green to purple gradient next to text that reads "if i cannot find trans joy i shall create it"

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MissSyphilia @electronicsyphilis.bsky.social · 22/09/2025

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Catsuka @catsuka.bsky.social · 28/01/2026

The magic of backlight animation: that pre-digital era when artists had to light up from underneath to create lighting effects through unpainted or translucent parts of cels, backgrounds and various elements.

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Bob / S.R. Appavu @bob-artist.bsky.social · 12/01/2026

Brotherhood of the Orb (1/2) #comic #minicomic #art

The first two panels of a vertical minicomic with a blue tinted color palette. Panel 1: A row of men in tall, pointy black hats and long black robes stand praying in a circle facing outward. The ground behind them is white and glowing. Panel 2: One of the men, who has a beard and curly hair, quivers as he says to the stern man beside him, “Brother… I can’t hold out any longer.”

Panel 3: The stern man glances toward the bearded man and says, “Pull yourself together! We must protect the orb! It is our sacred duty.” Panel 4: The bearded man hunches over, still quivering, and says, “I… I can’t…” The stern man, still praying, yells, “You must!!”

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Pete🔞 @stuckinapit.bsky.social · 01/08/2025

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nsfw drawing of a transmasc person in shibari, with sex toys spread in front of them.

#peteart #peteNSFW

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Johannes T. Evans @johannestevans.co.uk · 19/07/2025

what if you were a lonely academic in 1927 who had never been able to actually go out and be intimate with another man and your self-esteem is under the floor and you're constantly in pain and then your new butler, the sexiest man you've ever seen, tells you EXACTLY how he'll fuck you

“What do you think, Sutton?” asked Alexos, and met his gaze. His eyes, which carried the same naïve look his father’s did at first glance, showed no naivety at all, up close like this, no matter that they remained large and brown and shone with the light in the room. There was a severity in them that Harry wanted to taste. “That if you carry this on often enough that I’ll let you bend me over and bugger me? Am I the easiest target about, crippled as I am? You think I’m stupid as well, powerless, think you can blackmail me?”
“I don’t want to blackmail you,” said Harry plainly. “I have no intention of forcing you into anything, Mr Fox, nor strongarming you, nor taking you by surprise or coming up on you without your knowledge. I approach you face-on, Mr Fox, that you might see my intentions in their entirety, and comprehend them.”
Alexos, lip curled, said mildly, “You’ve not denied wanting to bugger me, I notice.”

“I do want to bugger you,” said Harry. “I have every intention of doing so, Mr Fox – perhaps I will bend you over, over this desk or perhaps the end of your bed, your arms pinned at the small of your back, or perhaps my hand around your throat, pulling you against my breast, that you feel the full weight of my body against yours, and understand yourself overpowered. Perhaps I’ll have you on your back, me between your legs, one of my hands holding your wrists in place as my other tugs at your cock, our gazes locked – in a position like that, perhaps I’d kiss you, too, feel your lips against mine. Lying back, I might bring you to straddle me, that your weight should best drive you down on my cock, or the reverse, perhaps. I’m not ordinarily one to take cock, but I’d be happy to sample yours,

and I can assure you I’m capable of doing so without putting too much weight on your hips. I’m afraid I can’t make any particular promises yet, Mr Fox, how I intend to sodomise you, or indeed, be sodomised – I rather plan to tailor our activities to your capabilities, what with your ailing joints. Were I to fuck you in such a way as to give you injury, we might not be able to fuck again.”
Alexos hadn’t interrupted him.
He looked almost too stunned to breathe, his eyes wide as dinnerplates now, his lips parted and showing the pink tip of his tongue and the order of his teeth. His face had whitened, took on a pallor, but as he’d gone on talking, his cheeks had taken up colour again, and they were blooming with red now.
“Why would I let you?” asked Alexos, breathing out the words. “You say you won’t force me, Mr Sutton, and yet repeatedly I have refused you, each refusal falling on deaf ears.”
“I’m going to run you a bath, Mr Fox,” said Harry. “That you might wash off that grease before bed. Your cock is hard, I notice. Might I assist you with that, as well?”

an uncommon betrothal by johannes t evans

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