keegan ♿️🐺

A wolf descends from the sky against a minimalist pine forest. Its body is stabbed with crystal shards as it cries a stream of golden tears from one eye. A gold vortex swirls behind it.

“i don’t want to make my pain pretty anymore”

#pixelart #art

Nailah Mathews • better hands • Print + E-book - Newfound better hands • Print + E-book Summary Who breaks the cycle, and what does breaking it cost? Winner of the 2023 Anzaldúa Poetry Prize, better hands eulogizes legacies of violence, underscored by a ferv...

"twelve months heavy she gnawed on roots and / woven charms to quicken you for living. / [...] tell me how / she grabbed you by the shoulders and pulled you / blue faced screaming / from her womb, how she polished you clean / with precious handfuls of drinking water"

from "negrita" 🖤

Two rows of six foods are drawn in pixel art. From left to right and top to bottom are: a sushi, a pink donut, a bowl of miso soup, a steak, a hard shell taco, and a dumpling.

been practicing pixel art by drawing my cravings to save money on ordering out 😭

A pixel art illustration of a light grey tabby in front of a lavender background.

A pixel art illustration of a light orange tabby in front of a lime green pixelated background.

school’s been hectic but my new love for pixel art persists 👾

A black anthropomorphic wolf in a gothic black dress smiles while posing stiffly for the camera. Her teeth are bloodied and her pupils are red, gothic borders surround her as she sits in front of a graphite gradient.

smile!

'First Blood' Interest Form We are looking for mostly new/beginner Clocktower players to cast in a pilot episode of a video series called "First Blood", where we all learn the game together and try out more complex scripts and s...

get in loser. there's blood on the damn clocktower.

FIRST BLOOD is looking for new & beginner BOTC players who are interested in being part of a video series where we all learn the game and its meta together!

this is a general interest check, but will also be used to cast our pilot/test episode.

Boosting again. I’m sorry I keep asking.

Thank you in advance 🖤

Tried to sketch wheelchairs while high on Ambien, it didn’t go super well, so I decided that I have made wheelchairs for biblically accurate angels

I've had a little time to process this win, as well as the passing of brilliant disabled now-ancestor Alice Wong, and I just want to say: your life will change for the better if you take the time to encounter disabled art, in any medium. In every medium.

Want to honor Alice Wong and her work? Wear a damn mask!

An announcement photo stating Tales Yet Told is a winner of the New Zealand Web Fest 2025 award for Best Host, Actual Play/TTRPG Audio Podcast

Hey, wait. What? Oh....that's wild.
Lil Harry has done it again!

The Summer of Voices in the Wood is now the Autumn of Voices in the Wood.

An image of awards laurels for A Haunting, Beloved as posted on Instagram. The text indicates that the show has won Best Cast of an Actual Play/TTRPG Video Podcast at New Zealand Web Fest.

We are blown away to learn that A Haunting, Beloved has won Best Cast of an Actual Play (Video) at @nzwebfest.co.nz. We are so moved that our story about disability, grief, and love has meant so much to so many people. Here’s to more disabled art being in the world! 🫀🌹

Tylos looks down as he continues: “To avoid further pain, I learned how to run faster. Shapeshifting came easily when I wanted to be anything but his daughter. It’s easy to run when you feel like you’re being hunted all the time. You remind me of something he said, oddly enough. He once told me there’s a reason why religion comes easily for others. We were all born with gaps in our souls, waiting to be filled with obligation and duty. Anis sits with her knees up, a silhouette of her aunt’s profile looming behind her. Anis remarks: “And look at me now. An empty vessel.”

Anis is met with silence, and she looks up to see Tylos has passed away from poisoning. He almost looks asleep. Violets blow in the wind as Anis says, “Well…I don’t expect to endure anything less, I guess.”

(5/5)

Anis is spattered with blood as Casper is beheaded off-screen. She drops her spear. As the realization settles in, she tears up and shakes.

As Anis cries, Tylos turns away and says, “You should know better than to ignore a friend’s wishes.” Suddenly, he coughs, and sees his hand covered in blood. “What the…” he says, only to be interrupted by Anis sadly laughing. She says: “I was never good at anything, was I? Not at saving people. Not at killing. Certainly not at dosing my poisons correctly.” Tylos braces himself on a tree and remarks, “Trust me, it’s dosed correctly.” As he bleeds from his nose and mouth, he sits beneath the tree. Anis sits next to him in silence.

Anis looks down and asks, “How naturally did your magic come to you? I bet it was easy. I bet it felt like breathing.” Tylos, still bleeding, replies, “You’ve been around The Grove. That’s something I can’t say myself, so you know that’s not how it works. It’s like…Running.” Anis is confused and asks, “running?” Tylos continues and says, “You eventually build up to it, then it’s suddenly off to the races. You can’t imagine life without running.” The page shifts to a flashback, a silhouette of a young girl is seen running happily in a field. Tylos says: “I’ve been remembering more of what I was like before.”

The girl shows a sprout she grows from her hands to her father, who yells at her as she raises her hands up with fear. Tylos remarks: “I thought it was a gift from the Bulb. The man who was my father in another life didn’t think so.” A series of hands are seen, surrounded by vines of lightbulbs and candy. The hands pray for hours on end, are deprived of food, and are even led to an open flame. Bulbs crack and shatter.

(4/5)

Running out of the door with her spear ready, Anis screams: “No! I’m not losing anyone else!” Tylos swiftly steps out of the way and yanks Anis by her hair as she passes, slamming her to the ground.

Anis is panting and searching for her dropped spear as Tylos speaks: “You don’t smell Bulbian, yet you hunt magic users like one.” He continues as he steps on Anis’s hand with his foot: “You’re an odd one, Miss Pineapple Tart. Why harm the very people like your undead friend?” Anis grits her teeth and replies: “You’re one to talk, hiding your gifts from those in need. Countless lives could’ve been saved if the druids shared their fruit…If a healer actually visited us.” Reaching for another throwing star and stabbing it into Tylos’ calf, she yells, “So forgive me if I take from magic users what they took from me!”

As Tylos screams off-screen, Anis reaches for her spear and raises it up, only for Casper to step in and block her path as he yells, “Anis, stop!” Anis looks on with awe and says, “Casper? How? You haven’t been able to leave the cottage since…Since you woke up!” Casper holds his face in horror as he explains: “The magical blood works. In fact, the first drop I tasted brought me closer to living than ever. And I hate every moment of it. I thought if I pretended to heal slowly, then you’d realize what you were doing. That you’d resort to less violent means. Yet…Here you are again. I don’t think your hands know anything else but ruin.” At this statement, Anis’ hands shake as she holds her spear.

The page is shrouded in darkness, a white outline of Tylos with his sword at the ready looms ominously over Casper’s shoulder as he says, “You should’ve let me die that day, Anis.”

(3/5)

Dramatis personae showing portraits of each character. Surrounding the portrait of Tylos, text reads, “Tylos Flossfey: A heretic knight keen to protect all magic users from the Bulb and its zealots. Didn’t anticipate other dangers lurking in the woods…” Surrounding the portrait of Anis, text reads: “Anis Tarrtje, a birdcatcher-turned-assassin dabbling in murder to keep her undead friend alive.” Surrounding the portrait of Casper, a man with a scarred eye and crispy twiggy hair, text reads: “Casper Saltytwig: A caged bird. An unwilling accomplice.”

An abandoned cottage in Joyau de Vin. Casper slurps the blood of an unconscious girl as his friend Anis speaks: “See? You’re already getting better, ‘Kas! Just a few weeks ago you could barely move, and now you’re eating on your own!” In the next panel, Anis is holding the unconscious girl up as Casper says, “This isn’t a way to live, Anis. You can’t keep finding magic users for me to feed on forever.” With an eerie expression, Anis replies, “You’re not done yet.” Casper says, “what?” Anis points the tip of her pineapple spear to the girl’s neck and continues speaking: “You’re not done yet, why risk your healing by waiting for our catches to recover?” Casper yells, “I don’t know, because she’ll die?!” Anis looks on determinedly and replies, “she can die by my hand or your teeth. The former for naught, the latter for the greater good.”

The spear’s tip presses into the girl’s neck, Anis says, “I deluded myself into thinking that my aunt would recover on her own. My inaction killed her while a grove of druids sat hiding with the fruit that could’ve cured her.” Her eyes flash with a cold stare, she says, “I do not mind taking the initiative, for once.” Casper looks down dejectedly, before they are both interrupted by the sound of ringing. Anis looks out the window to see Tylos freeing himself from a bell trap with his sword.

Three star anise throwing stars are flung at Tylos, who grows a barrier of thick branches to protect himself from two of them. However, one grazes his cheek, hissing with acid as it cuts into his skin. Tylos wipes the injury with his thumb and says, “Normally I’d let a hunter seek prey for their packmates, but you’re hunting endangered quarry, and I can’t let that happen. I can smell the innocent syrup you’ve shed from here, you know. Come out, or I’ll pay for every life you’ve taken tenfold on your friend instead.” Anis is taken aback by these words.

(2/5)

Anis Taartje, a blonde girl with a round hat wearing checkered sleeves over a medieval tunic, lies next to Tylos Flossfey in a grassy field. Tylos is wearing a suit of armor made from natural materials with spiked vine forearm braces, his hair is wild and covered in leaves. Title reads: Birds of a Feather, The Devoured Year Round 4.” They are both looking at each other with one eye closed.

[ #tdy | #tdyoct | #thedevouredyear]

⚔️ Birds of a Feather: Tylos Flossfey vs. Anis Taartje ⚔️

cw: blood, death, implied child abuse (1/5)

judith baechu belongs to the awesome @pysics.bsky.social!

Judith Baechu, a kimchi person with fermenting cabbage hair, looks at the camera with a dazed expression as she cups her hands. The red glowing teeth of the Hungry One looms behind her.

[ #thedevouredyear | #tdy ]

🍽️ why do you hunger, sister baechu? 🍽️

A digital graphite illustration of a payanak, which is a large, horned serpent with a billowing tail and a ferocious smile.

payanak 🐉 #art

Tylos Flossfey is a pink-skinned druid knight with long burgundy hair littered with leaves. He wears a makeshift set of armor made from dark purple and maroon wood and tattered dark purple pants. On his forearms are red vines with spikes, and he wields an orange creamsicle-swirled wooden sword with a matching spiked shield. Text reads: Tylos Flossfey, he/him lesbian, heretic knight. Having tasted the blood of a Bulbian and the loss of a magical mentor, this once-peaceful druid now knows the importance of vengeance. Losing sight of his original quest to cure his mother, Tylos has painstakingly trained himself to become a lone knight, protector of any fellow heretics fleeing from the scorch of the Bulbian Church’s rays. He wanders the lands of Calorum, hoping he can make his survival worth the sacrifice.

so excited for round 4 of #thedevouredyear! im sure tylos is coping well with the events of the ravening war!

Page 3: Tylos is in his bear form, blood smeared all over his front. He says, “as if fear isn’t a weapon in and of itself.” In the background are clamoring guards, saying, “They’re over here! Ack! The witches are in the catacombs! Seize them both! Heretics!” Off-screen, Tempest tells Tylos, “You need to run. For the both of us.” The scene switches to the present, Tylos stands in the Candian wilderness, and snow melts as spring arrives. Narration reads, “Winter has long died. So has my reluctance for vengeance.”

Page 4: Narration continues as Tylos finds an acorn and forges it into a sword with his nature magic: “As I watch it seed within, watch it take root in my veins, I remember the purpose of thorns and the trees that bear them and realize there is no room for softness” The final panel, adorned with black spikes, shows Tylos with his face obscured as he cries, leaves littering his hair as the narration finishes. End descriptions.

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Page 1: A comic in black and white digital graphite. A thunderstorm booms in the sky as trees obscure a rabbit with an anemone growing out of it. The rabbit runs with tears in its eyes, a red halo of spikes indicating fury. Text reads: “Tempest…Should I hate the Bulb?”

Page 2: Tempest, a witch with a black garlic hat, burns a Bulbian pamphlet with green fire. She and Tylos are in the catacombs. She replies, “Why else are we hiding to train in some dusty catacombs? I’m surprised you’re still alive despite being so outwardly…Druidic. Because of the Bulb, I gave everything and gained nothing.” She closes her fist as ash pours out, then looks at Tylos. She says, “Why do you question your own hate? It’s one of the very few things we can call ours these days.” Tylos, practicing pink cloudy magic in a prayer pose, responds: “I guess I don’t want to believe there’s a power that doesn’t want us to exist. I wonder if it’s less of a god and more of an excuse to be scared. To them, it seems more acceptable to wage crusades for a deity instead of fear.”

tylos' no good very bad winter interlude (for #thedevouredyear oct!) (1/2)

Happy International Wolf Day! 🐺

#internationalwolfday #art

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having a bad morning so sharing again to do something about it - almost at 80%!! soon i will find out when this dog will be coming home (in the next few months). thank you for your shares and support

Look you just have to make the cool weird shit that excites you. You must. In this world besieged by bland, scrubbed boring, computer slop, you must. Make the thing you’re embarrassed to make, the thing that feels “too much” because otherwise we get drowned in a sea of cowardly work made by a button

Tylos Flossfey is a pink-skinned druid with a long mullet and whorl shell ears. A purple anemone grows on his shoulder and he is holding a mop with his seal flipper hands. He wears an orange and white striped swim top and cheesy parachute pants with a swiss cheese waist sash. Text reads: Tylos Flossfey, he/him lesbian, gumpaste druid sailor. To pay off his property damage debts incurred during his quest, Tylos Flossfey has found himself working on the Scurvy Curd, a small shipping vessel on the Dairy Isles. Still on the search for medicinal herbs for his mother, Tylos has taken on the seafaring life of his dreams and is learning how to balance living for her while creating a life of his own. As his malleable gumpaste flesh reflects the changes in his environment, time will tell if he’ll be the same as the seasons change… Below the text is an herb count, signifying the number of herbs he’s collected so far. Out of six, he has collected three.

[ #thedevouredyear | #tdy | #comics | #oc ]

new Tylos design for round 3 of the devoured year!

WAHHHH THANK U!!! and ur so good at writing :]!!!

thank you!!! i've been in this food-themed original character tournament for a bit and i've been having such a blast with making these comics!!

Tylos kneels to meet Choque eye-to-eye and continues, “but…I can learn a lot from you. You’ve survived more than I have, after all. I’ll take any punishment you see fit and defer to you. And after that? I’ll take a leaf out of your book and seek what I desire.” Choque looks at Tylos, pausing in silence.

She breaks that silence by tossing Tylos the pouch of herbs and says, “I think you’ll learn your lesson after some hard labor on the docks. Always demand for a deck scrubber somewhere.” As she leaves, she looks over her shoulder and says, “half of what you earn goes to me. The other to…Whoever you owe for damages.” Tylos, looking confused, says, “T-thanks? It’s better than execution…” Choque turns her back on Tylos and is heading out the door. She says, “As long as you don’t get in my way, get out of your simple life while you can.”

Choque narrows her eyes as the backdrop behind her is a stark dark purple, saying, “kill it before it kills you.” At the end, Tylos is seen scrubbing the deck of a ship, changing his allegiance to the Dairy Isles. Choque, meanwhile, is getting paid a hefty pouch of gold coins and has remained aligned with herself.

(6/6)

thanks for reading!