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Citro @citromiel.bsky.social · 21/01/2026

2026 will be the year of me being even more indulgent about rare pairs #onepiece

Kuzan is straddling Blackbeard’s chest, his own shirt falling down his shoulders. BB is griping his thigh to keep him close, his other hand holding Kuzan’s chin as he gives him a playful wink, widening both their smirks.

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MEANBOSSART @meanbossart.bsky.social · 12/09/2026

Always really liked these lines of Astarion that I did for I'M DOING THIS FOR US #art #astarion #bg3

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Jonas Goonface @jonasgoonface.bsky.social · 12/09/2026

testing new brushes on a poster for the housing coop

a poster beckoning the viewer to indulge in a backyard potluck/screening of "Over the Garden Wall” with a depiction of the protagonist brothers and frog and turtles hiding under brush while a giant lady with a lantern roams through the darkness.

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feather @featherrred.bsky.social · 20/12/2024

Crochawk I drew for @/breakingpengui1 06.2024

Crochawk, Yonaka, Crocodile, Mihawk #onepiece

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Faith @faithschaffer.bsky.social · 11/08/2026

I had the great pleasure of illustrating the hard cover for the @faecrate.bsky.social edition of Allison Saft's new book "Immortal Game"! Such a fun book and project ❤️

Black and white illustration. The two main characters of Immortal Game face each other over a chess board. One is a human, one is a fae princess. They are sitting in a ruin covered in vines.

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Kendra P @hagofbolding.bsky.social · 14/08/2026

Finally put this pre-drawn design to skin! Heck of a day, thank you Kari for sitting tough 🙏

Black and gray tattoo of a kelpie, a horse with a skeletal reflection in the water

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Catsuka @catsuka.bsky.social · 11/08/2026

"Nanbanjin", a 500-page graphic novel by Taiyou Matsumoto & Cyril Pedrosa. A same story told in turn by these two great artists from Japan and France. International editions (JP/FR/IT) >> www.catsuka.com/shopping/ind...

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Claire Hummel @shoomlah.bsky.social · 31/07/2026

Getting to design characters for a murder mystery visual novel set in the Myst/D'ni universe was such a blast, I hope this also sees the light of day someday:

Sprite sheet of Ishek in the Who'Dnit game prototype from Cyan, set in the Myst universe.

Sprite sheet of Kadish in the Who'Dnit game prototype from Cyan, set in the Myst universe.

Sprite sheet of Tvesh in the Who'Dnit game prototype from Cyan, set in the Myst universe.

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Edd @buisson.bsky.social · 25/07/2026

judge on (some of) my favorite wild animals

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Landeg @landeg.world · 22/07/2026

Baby dogs #silver&iron

Sketches of characters from the webcomic Silver & Iron as young children, mostly Ashley, around age 4-5. In one of the images he is holding a 6 pack of juice boxes still together in their plastic but with all the straws in them. Someone asks "Is that ALL the juice??" and he hauls ass with the whole lot. In another panel he is reduced to just his giant eyes and nose like some kind of puppy ant, with a crackers-and-cheese snack pack telling you "open." In the corner is a sketch of Maddoc and Clemence from their childhood, a little older than Ashley is depicted, maybe 6 and 8 respectively. Maddoc is a bit chubby and wears a little polo and looks very chuffed. Clemence looks like they found him outside in a ditch and feels annoyed about being found

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Catsuka @catsuka.bsky.social · 23/07/2026

My little video tribute to "The Golden Bird" movie (1987) by Toshio Hirata, which has been restored in 4K and will finally be released on Blu-ray. Character designer / Animation director : Manabu Ohashi. www.catsuka.com/shopping/ind...

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Daenis @daenis.bsky.social · 18/02/2026

Maura is one of my favorite characters ever. She was an NPC in a D&D campaign and my PC worked for her doing sales and marketing for her shop. Lately I've been thinking about her a lot

Color bust of a black middle-aged woman surrounded by sketches and concept work. She is relaxed with a smoking pipe from which a greenish yellow smoke is coming out

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Lio🌿@MCM Londong AA H-02 @kroovv.bsky.social · 19/07/2026

It’s my birthday today 👀✨ As a little treat you should check out some of my personal projects, i have a visual novel called Gravehearts and a comic called Horizon Walkers 🌿 linktr.ee/Graveheartsg... linktr.ee/kroov

Characters from the visual novel gravehearts

Ledger from gravehearts crying on a grave

Chapter 1 book cover for Horizon walkers

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deli 🍓 @deliciest.bsky.social · 19/07/2026

Today is my bday! 🥳🎉 I'd be very happy if you read my webcomic! It's about two dorks who trespass a graveyard on Halloween and... they'll discover a lot about each other 😏 It's silly, it's funny and I hope to give y'all a lot of feels with chapter 2!🤭 fullmoonpanic.com tapas.io/series/FULLMOONPANIC

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RJ Palmer 🔜 LBX 637 @rj-palmer.com · 14/07/2026

Ivysaur painting practice

painting study from life of an ivysaur toy I had since I was a kid

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Catsuka @catsuka.bsky.social · 17/07/2026

Nice sequence by Joan Pous for his 3D animation course. www.instagram.com/joan_pous/

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Aled Thompson @aledthompson.bsky.social · 15/07/2026

This was a fun one - a Hoopoe and Wren in an Orchard! I feel like these make a great pair Prints up on my store - www.inprnt.com/gallery/thom...

An angular Eurasian Hoopoe, a bird with a pointed beak, an orange head with a tall crest and striped black and white wings, and a Wren, a small round brown bird. Both birds are perched on a branch and surrounded by apple blossoms, white flowers

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Landeg @landeg.world · 17/03/2026

Silver & Iron: Part Two Pages 31/51

Lake waits for Heliotrope to speak. Eventually, she says, “I’m sorry about the room,” to which Lake quickly replies “That doesn’t matter.” Heliotrope doesn’t say anything in response to that. Lake tries again with a small smile, “Was there anything else you wanted to know…? About witches, or fairies, or…” Heliotrope says nothing. Lake’s shoulders and face drop and he picks at his cuticles nervously. He looks up with a morose expression. “I’m sorry I lied to you, back when you woke up. I thought it would be better. But it wasn’t fair. So I promise I’ll tell you the truth from now on, no matter what. Even if it sucks. I’ll answer any questions you have. Okay?” His speech bubble morphs into a hazy recollection of when Lake had been leaning over Heliotrope back in the alleyway, echoing the word “Okay?” Heliotrope finally looks up, her eyes red from crying. In a small voice, she repeats, “Okay,” and starts to shuffle around to face Lake, though she still tucks her knees up to her chest. She keeps her eyes down for a moment, but eventually glances up, her mouth still buried in her own hug. “Um… so how long have you been a vampire?”

“Ten years,” Lake replies. Heliotrope says “Oh…” with a somewhat disappointed look, to which Lake nervously responds “Uh… Sorry?” Heliotrope: “No, it’s fine, I just thought you might say, like, a century or something…” Lake softens with a smile. “Sorrel is a hundred!” Heliotrope perks up. “Really??” Lake: “A hundred and nineteen.” Heliotrope: “Wow…” She pulls a face imitating Sorrel and holds her hands up in a pantomime of a scary movie vampire. “Is that why he’s such a grumpy guts? (Bleh!)” Lake laughs, imitating the gesture. “Totally. (Bleh.)” Heliotrope smiles back at him, then motions to her face without thinking. She takes a closer look at her fingers, then feels the top of her head, craning to look around the room, before turning back to Lake. “Where are my glasses?” Lake: “Glasses? Do you need them?” Heliotrope squints at her hand in front of her face. “I guess not… I can see fine. Did going vampire fix my eyesight?” Lake waves a hand at his own jaw. “Yeah. And your teeth, and muscles, and like… your spine… I dunno. Stuff moves. It’s weird. But cool. Sorry about your glasses. They probably got lost in the attack.” Heliotrope’s eyes darken. “What was it that really attacked me?” Lake, morose: “A werewolf. But it was… sick. Most werewolves aren’t like that.” Heliotrope launches forward to her knees, planting her hands on the floor. “Werewolves are real too??” Lake: “Yeah!” Helio: “Are they, like, our rivals?” Lake: “Huh? Not really…” Helio: “So in this universe, we’re allies…” Lake: “Uh… not exactly… (This universe?) But most people don’t really like vampires.” Heliotrope, incensed: “What!? Why not?? ‘Cause of the blood stuff??” Lake, shrugging: “I mean, yeah?” Heliotrope pauses a moment in thought. “Okay, that’s fair.” Lake smiles.

Heliotrope turns back to Lake with a sly expression. “So… can vampires actually turn into bats, or is that just for TV?” Lake raises his arms and takes a dramatic pause, smirking, before bursting into a swarm of spectral bats, dissipating from the waist of his still-crossed legs on the floor to fly upwards in a gust. The motion blusters Heliotrope’s hair back as she stares, gobsmacked, watching as the swarm of bats make an arc up over her head to collapse onto the bed beside them as Lake re-forms into his humanoid appearance. He flips upright on the mattress and strikes a cool (not cool) pose at which Heliotrope loses her absolute mind.

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Landeg @landeg.world · 17/02/2026

Silver & Iron: Part Two Pages 17/51

Heliotrope relives the memory of being thrown against the wall where she was found, cracking the back of her skull and explaining her head injuries. Her hand flinches towards her head with a gasp, and she turns to the two men with mounting concern. “Don’t… don’t lie. What happened to me?” Lake looks down and away for a moment but collects himself, fidgeting with his hands. “You’re right. It wasn’t an accident. It was an attack. And you were hurt. Really, really badly. So bad that… we thought there was no way to save your life. So we did the only other thing we could.” Heliotrope’s brow furrows. “What do you-” Sorrel steps forward. “C’mon now. Smart lass like you can figure it out, surely. No doubt you’ve noticed how cold y’are, even under all them covers, an’ what big teeth we have, or how queer it is to have eyes like ours. Like yours. You’re not crazy.” Heliotrope listens nervously as Sorrel taps his finger against his own chest, over his heart, in a steady rhythm. “That weird, sick feeling is your mind telling you something’s missing what should never be missing. The rhythm you forgot like a clock on the mantle has stopped, now, and it’s awful still inside.” Heliotrope’s eyes widen as Sorrel finishes, “You know what a vampire is, don’t you, child?”

Heliotrope splits into a megawatt grin, radiating orange and pink. “Are you serious!?” She springs up from under the covers - leaving Lake and Sorrel too stunned to react - then rushes past them to clamber over Lake’s armchair so that she can check the inlaid mirror above the mantlepiece. “No way! No way!” As she suspected, she has no reflection at all, waving her hand in front of the mirror, which reflects only the room behind her. “Nooo wayyy!!!”

Heliotope turns back to the others with a satisfied grin. “I knew we were real! I’ve always been very attuned to the supernatural. Like ghosts!” She pushes past the men again to bounce over the bed as she continues to ramble, “I can sense when a ghost has been active nearby.” She whispers to Lake in an aside, “Ghosts are real, right?” Lake starts to answer “Well-” but she simply goes back to bouncing on all fours over the mattress. “Wait, are witches real?” Lake: “Yes! They-” Heliotrope: “Dragons??” Sorrel: “Only in Wales.” Heliotrope: “What about fairies?” Sorrel turns away with an expression of contempt to mutter “Too fucken right they’re real,” but Heliotrope hears this, locking her sights on him. “You’ve met with the fairies!?” She gushes, dangling off the bedframe to veer into his personal space. “No,” he says, miffed, “And you’d best mind you never-” Heliotrope leaves. “Oh okay.” Sorrel turns inward with an expression that suggests he is reminding himself not to hurt a child. Heliotrope returns to bouncing on the bed as Lake watches nervously. Heliotrope: “Am I always gonna have this much energy!? I bet I could do the splits all the way to the ground! Okay. What are the rules?” Lake: “Rules?” Heliotrope: “Like are we sunlight-is-okay Twilight rules vampires or sunlight-hurts-us Vampire Diaries vampires?” Lake: “Uh- sunlight- is bad-” Heliotrope: “Got it. But we can get a witch to make us magic sunscreen or something, right?” Lake: “No… sorry… we just stay indoors…” Sorrel watches all of this happening like an upset cat.

Heliotrope, still bouncing: “Bummer. Oh well. Can we eat garlic? Wait, can we eat?” Lake: “Um… you can, but you probably shouldn’t…” Heliotrope: “Man. So just blood?” Lake: “Just blood, yeah.” Heliotrope: “That sucks. Haha! Literally! Splits!” (She does in fact hit the splits mid-air.) “Do we slurp it up through the teeth like a mosquito?” Lake cracks a smile for the first time since Heliotrope woke up. “What? Haha… No, you just kinda… go for it…” Heliotrope: “Eww! Oh yeah!” She turns around mid-jump with a huge smile. “Am I allowed to tell my parents, or is it kind of like a secret identity thing?” Lake’s smile freezes before he recoils, his expression dropping, but Sorrel appears by his side with an arm around his shoulder. Lake grimaces in anticipation before the final darkened, empty panel shows a speech bubble reading, “Heliotrope…”

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Landeg @landeg.world · 11/02/2026

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The valet - an older woman with her hair in a bun - smiles at Lake on her way to the front door. “My shift’s pretty much over, was there anything else you needed?” “No. Thank you.” “Of course. Good luck with the girl, Lake.” “Thank you.” “The next valet should be here in about an hour. See you tomorrow!” “Okay. Thank you.” Dahlia meanwhile is shaking the package by her ear thinking “Not heavy enough to be a bomb… oh, who cares.” Her sweatshirt is revealed to show an airbrushed kitten. She opens the box and peers into it, saying “Ooh, now this is interesting.” Lake looks over her shoulder. “Hm? What is- Oh!” Inside the moulded box are four individual pre-filled syringes stylised in the same cyan blue that Ashley injected into the girl in the previous chapter. There is an envelope inside the box’s lid, which Dahlia opens to read from. Lake gazes in awe at the package, thinking “How can one guy be so…?” Dahlia: “There’s a note… let’s see… uhh… To the residents of- blah blah… My hope, as always, is that we can work towards a collaborative- blah blah blah… usual stuff- Ooh! Allegedly, these are-” Lake snatches the box out of her hand. “Hey! You don’t even know what-” He interrupts her, handing her one of the syringes before heading upstairs. “Yes I do. Take one.” Dahlia shouts after him, brandishing the syringe. “You’re too trusting! What if this is anti-vampire poison!?” Lake: “You know he wouldn’t do that.” Dahlia: “No I don’t! None of us do! God. At least be careful. Says here those needles are a silver alloy!” Lake pokes his head back in the door of the bedroom, his head almost higher than the doorframe, box tucked under his arm. “Any change?” Sorrel glances at him as he discards the sports pages. “Aye, she woke up for a tic, then rolled over an’ decided to snooze for another five minutes. No, y’great numpty. Wassat y’got?”

Lake turns his eye down to a syringe in his hand. "It’s what the wolf used to cure the girl. He dropped some off for us, too. Just like that. Do you know how much people would pay for this?” Sorrel regards Lake with a flat expression as he continues: “I’m going to carry one on me. Just in case. I dunno if it will work on vampires, but-” Sorrel swipes the syringe from Lake. “Me too, then.” Lake lets him, looking at him with some surprise. “You really trust him?” Sorrel observes the syringe, taking off the needle’s protective cap. “I trust your judgement. If you say his stuff works, then it works.” Lake allows himself a small, genuine smile as he reaches back down into the box, turning away, but turns back with less grace: “Oh, be careful, he said the needles are made of-” Too late, Sorrel has already given the needle an experimental touch, and his skin has stuck to the needle and peeled away, smoking. “Fucken- ouch!” Sorrel yowls. “Warn a pal sooner, won’t you?” He chastises Lake, nursing his own fingertip in his mouth with a scowl. “Fuck me, that stings…” Lake turns away again with another smile, reaching for a syringe. “Well, how else would a needle be able to jab into a werewolf? Or a vampire…” Sorrel: “Oh, you wanna get cheeky, now? Bend over an’ I’ll show your cheek exactly how a needle jabs innae fucken vampire…” An unseen speaker: “Um.”

The little girl is awake, sitting up in bed, her eyes wide and mouth flat. Depicted in colour, her skin is pale pink, her curly hair is a bright warm ginger, and her irises are the same red as the two men’s. She has a round face, big downturned eyes with prominent eyelids, feathered brows, and a more bulbous nose. Lake and Sorrel stare at her, equally shocked, as she continues, “Could you please be more mindful of your language? It’s making the space really hostile…”

Lake and Sorrel rush to the bed. Lake is nervous, unsure how to stand or where to put his hands, but Sorrel is more confident, leaning forward casually to rest his knuckles against the mattress at a comforting but still respectable distance from the girl. Lake: “Sorry- Of course- Um- so- you were- you’ve been- I mean, we’re- no, wait- This place is- shit. Um- Sorry!” Sorrel: “I’m Sorrel. The big one here is Lake. Can you tell us your name, pet?” The girl rubs her eyes as if waking up and takes a moment to gaze up at the men before replying, “Heliotrope.” Lake smiles. “Heliotrope…” He repeats. Sorrel turns to whisper to Lake with a flat look. “Well that can’t be right. Maybe she got damaged?” Lake glares at him. “Shh.” He turns his attention back to the girl, bending so that he doesn’t loom over her so much. “How do you feel, Heliotrope?” The girl looks at her hands with a confused frown. “Um… weird. I don’t know how to describe it… am I sick? Where am I?” Lake winces. “You were… caught in an accident.” Heliotrope flashes back to when she saw the werewolf emerge from an alleyway and drag her into its depths by her leg as she tried frantically to fight him off. The memories are depicted with harsh shadows in the same red as her eyes as they widen in recollection. “No I wasn’t.”

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Landeg @landeg.world · 27/01/2026

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A figure appears in the previously empty doorway behind Lake, his face is hidden from view. He has his arms crossed with a newspaper held in his left hand as he leans against the doorframe. Though he stands in repose, his long pin-straight dark hair billows behind him, as if recently in motion, revealing two moles at the nape of his neck. A streak of nothing follows the flow of his hair to cuts through his head, as if to imply the man is pulling himself together from nothing. “Lurking around isn’t going to make it happen any faster,” he says to Lake. Lake, unmoving from the chair, simply replies “I don’t know what else you expect me to do.” The man in the doorway pauses for a beat, still observing Lake from out of frame, before striding into the room and reemerging by Lake’s side with a matching armchair, lifting it with one hand as easily as if it were a plastic stool.

The man sits himself down in the chair with authority, finally revealing his face to the viewer. He appears young, maybe younger than Lake, with white skin and red eyes. His face is narrow and refined with slightly sunken cheeks and a narrow upturned nose. His eyes are almond-shaped and heavy-lidded with emphasised lower middle lashes that give the illusion of elongating his pupils. He has more moles on his face - two at his brow, three on his cheek, and two on his chin - and a pointed bottom lip. He wears a pair of tailored gurkha trousers and a grandfather collar shirt with a couple of its top buttons undone. He joins Lake in where he has been gazing wordlessly at the girl. Without looking at the other man, Lake, hands clasped, says, “It’s been more than forty hours. What if I did it wrong?” The other man turns to Lake with an incredulous expression for a moment before turning back and dryly replying, “Aye… I suppose it’s possible her arm decided to up’n do that all on its own.”

The longer-haired man looks at Lake evenly, depicted from behind. “Heard of a man once in Omaha who took a week to pop back up. Folks were proper mad at him, too, ‘cause they were halfway done digging him a grave. This is the last sleep the poor thing is ever going t’get. Don’t rush it. Gaun play one of your games or something.” The focus shifts to the back of Lake’s head. He does not move or respond. The other man gazes at him a while longer, face neutral, before raising his newspaper. “Alrigh’, suit y’self.” He takes a moment to inspect the front cover before flicking it open and starting to read. Eyebrows raised, as if an afterthought, he adds, “Doctor Dog is here, by the way.” Lake snaps upright in his armchair with bug eyes and a flat mouth, filling the gap between the man and his newspaper.

Lake stomps out of the room yelling “Sorrel! Say something sooner!!” as the other man (Sorrel)’s eyes squint in a smile over the top of his paper. Lake races to the stairs, from atop which he spies another figure, a shorter plump woman with pale skin, short, wavy black hair, a small round nose, defined lips, and upturned red eyes. She is wearing cat-eye glasses and a sweatsuit and holding a device in her hands. “Ah! Dahlia!” Lake says, before turning into a swarm of bats so that he can fly over the stairs instead of running down them, re-emerging to loom over the woman. “Did I miss him!?” Dahlia replies, “Don’t swarm so close to me, Lake. No, you didn’t miss him, he’s still-” She is interrupted by Lake snatching the device from her hands, a small remote monitor with a security symbol on the back. He stares at its screen with wide eyes. “Rude,” Dahlia says, before continuing, “What’s he dropping off today, I wonder?”

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Landeg @landeg.world · 27/01/2026

SILVER & IRON: Part Two 🦇 New pages will be added to this thread on Wednesdays! #Silver&Iron #OCSky

Cover art for Silver & Iron part two. The character Lake Bailey is depicted in stark white against a deep maroon backdrop, half-leaping, half-falling as he re-forms into humanoid shape from a swarm of spectral bats. He is a tall and broad young white man with a very square jaw and cheekbones, button nose, downturned eyes with heavy lashes, and a hint of sharp teeth. His black hair is messy and just overgrown, and he wears a piercing in his right ear, a hoodie, cargo pants, and Vans style shoes, looking at the viewer with a mostly neutral expression, possibly slightly concerned or intrigued. His irises are the only part of his body in colour, a bright red. The words “Silver & Iron” are splashed over the entire cover in teal and green. “Part two” is written smaller next to the author’s signature (Landeg), stylised as the letters L N D G.

Silver & Iron, Part two, by: Landeg.
The page opens on a large panel of the young girl from part one who had been rescued by Lake. She is lying in the middle of a stately four-poster bed, curtains streaming down from the frame behind the headboard leading down to her prone body dressed in old-fashioned ruffled pyjamas. Her curly hair spreads out from her head over the pillow in a halo. She is tucked in with her arms over the covers, the relative smoothness of which indicate she has not moved since being placed there. Her eyes are closed and lips barely parted. Next to her bed sits Lake Bailey, hunched over in an armchair, staring at the girl with a tired, sorrowful expression. Lake is wearing a new hoodie, cargo trousers, and Converse style sneakers. They are in a small bedroom with an antique corner fireplace and furnishings.

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Anaïs Flogny @hakunette.bsky.social · 09/07/2026

Adam Housewife Czar

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*lexie @lleyksie.bsky.social · 10/07/2026

moles, moles, moles.

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Charlie Chan @charliechan.bsky.social · 10/07/2026

HEY Mrs. DJ ! (Edie & Momo)

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juuni @juunipupu.bsky.social · 10/07/2026

Sketch vs. Final x2 [ #oc | #art ]

extremely minimal sketch of two men holding each other

digital painting of two knights: Wreg (left) and Kauno (right). Wreg is unclothed and wearing a meadow flowercrown, as is custom for various midsummer spells in nordic countries. He's holding Kauno, who is in full plate armour. They are smiling tenderly at each other, and Kauno caresses Wreg's cheek. They are hiding from the setting sun in forest, which can be seen glimpses of in the background.

minimal sketch of a white blob in general shape of a horse. On the horse are two more blobs, allegedly armoured knights .

digital painting of two knights riding on a steed. They are both fully armored in plate. The knight riding is knight oc Wreg and behind him is his red haired knight lover, who is leaning in to kiss Wreg's cheek tenderly. Their horse is playful and is munching in its bridle. Flying around them are five black woodpeckers. Sixth bird has been caught by a talbot hound that's watching at them from under the horse.

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Blanche @blanchebees.bsky.social · 08/07/2026

Gothic vampire knight #knight

Digital art of a vampire knight wearing Gothic armor, his helm tilted back enough to reveal him opening his mouth and showing off his fangs.

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angel💀 @sabattons.com · 08/07/2026

you have to believe in your work when no one else is there to acknowledge it and stand firm in your belief when they are. part of why I love art, writing, music so much is [because] its imperfect. because it has somewhere to "go." art is a pilgrimage, it's a conversation. the growing is the loving.

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