Meet Tolctower! A gorgeous fakemon design by @Molchiberry over on twitter - they have amazing fakemon so check her out!!!!

@billspooks.bsky.social 's silly fish fakemon were so enchanting I just HAD to make the real. Funny fish pokemon : )

You can eat it you know? Tastes bad of course, but its something to scavenge. Just wait a while before you crack it open. The real ones start to rot.

You can eat it you know? Tastes bad of course, but its something to scavenge. Just wait a while before you crack it open. The real ones start to rot.

Such is the titan's nature that, even after perishing, they persist in some form or another to continue their duties. Millenia ago Ser was in a party of heroes, before being struck into a slumber. Now, in the new world, he understand his nature once again just in time to defend the worlds balance.

Such is the titan's nature that, even after perishing, they persist in some form or another to continue their duties. Millenia ago Ser was in a party of heroes, before being struck into a slumber. Now, in the new world, he understand his nature once again just in time to defend the worlds balance.

‪Brock - The Crab Who Conned the World Born one among dozens of Xixo in his little city, Brock was a natural con. One for confidence over facts he has been obsessed with gathering wealth and business power. How fortunate, then, that the easiest way he's found to do this is help save the world!

They say its the cold that gets to you on Europa, everyone sends their family matches and reactor rods. But its the dark. Our body knows cold, its evolved to fight it off and, if need be, give up and accept reality. But nothing like this. I haven't seen my own hands in months.

Surgeo - Fate Defying Medical Marvel A machine constructed by a doctor granted visions of out of this world engineering, after surviving an great explosion he has grafted parts of kin to stay alive. Now he rigerously maintains the safety of his heroes and their many loyal retainers.

Myra - Visionary Mother for the Eye Once a woman of the street, she was taken in and trained as a demon slayer. Now, she wields the 6-foot hell splitter sword and commands her own loyal regiment of worshippers following her psychic god.

Myra - Visionary Mother for the Eye Once a woman of the street, she was taken in and trained as a demon slayer. Now, she wields the 6-foot hell splitter sword and commands her own loyal regiment of worshippers following her psychic god.

Sambok - Reluctant Champion Grand-heir to his conquering grandfathers legacy, he is haunted by his spirit - leading him across the lands in search of power, adventure, and glory in combat. His skin turns away sword and fang alike, and sends back a mighty blow just as fierce as any blade.

Sambok - Reluctant Champion Grand-heir to his conquering grandfathers legacy, he is haunted by his spirit - leading him across the lands in search of power, adventure, and glory in combat. His skin turns away sword and fang alike, and sends back a mighty blow just as fierce as any blade.

Been hard at work on a second version of the @trenchcrusade.bsky.social compendium! When it releases, you'll have a much smoother experience, as well as a lot more automated assistance (alerts, not total blocks) for building warbands!

Been hard at work on a second version of the @trenchcrusade.bsky.social compendium! When it releases, you'll have a much smoother experience, as well as a lot more automated assistance (alerts, not total blocks) for building warbands!

"In their posts far from the Iron Wall, this division of the venerable House of Wisdom is vulnerable. Thus the Alchemists, their creations, and Kavass protectors of the outpost are become united in a love of violently separating limbs from torsos in explosive glory" For @trenchcrusade.bsky.social

"In their posts far from the Iron Wall, this division of the venerable House of Wisdom is vulnerable. Thus the Alchemists, their creations, and Kavass protectors of the outpost are become united in a love of violently separating limbs from torsos in explosive glory" For @trenchcrusade.bsky.social

Across the centuries, honourable men died to defend common folk from the horrors within. They were read their rites, their land inherited, and the people knew they were justly rewarded. As the dungeon grew, it became apparent they were not gifted leave from their duties.

In the monster-tamer tactics game I'm in the midst of, there are multiple sizes of monsters. MINION COMMON TYRANT For development and testing, I've built these training dummies to take the place of monsters while I work on things, hope you like them!

The Patron Saint of Lemon Fairies

Welcome GRAND UNCONTRACTOR BZZT to the scene. World-renound genius (according to him) and expert medical practitioner (according to him) - he aims to grant biologicals the anti microbial security he himself benefits from.

A Borg Genetecist and his dearest pet Fectoid, from @bogleech.bsky.social 's upcoming MORTASHEEN ttrpg. Obsessed with the field of medicine, his ultimate goal is to allow biologicals to know the same anti-microbial security his steel chassis does. The exception, of course, is his beloved Fectoid.

Deep Blackness, you can't see anything in front of you. The cold stone fills your lungs with ancient dust, nothing in front of you. There's an aura about this place, and nothing in front of you. Right? An experiment.

Deep Blackness, you can't see anything in front of you. The cold stone fills your lungs with ancient dust, nothing in front of you. There's an aura about this place, and nothing in front of you. Right? An experiment.

Breakroom Blues

Across the centuries, honourable men died to defend common folk from the horrors within. They were read their rites, their land inherited, and the people knew they were justly rewarded. As the dungeon grew, it became apparent they were not gifted leave from their duties.

A Borg Genetecist and his dearest pet Fectoid, from @bogleech.bsky.social 's upcoming MORTASHEEN ttrpg. Obsessed with the field of medicine, his ultimate goal is to allow biologicals to know the same anti-microbial security his steel chassis does. The exception, of course, is his beloved Fectoid.

FIRE AND BLOOD HEAT AND GOLD SMOKE AND BULLETS A ROARING CHARIOT RIDES Contrary to popular belief, death is not solemn. He fucking loves his job.

A piece done for the art zine "Visions Unveiled" published by @kingofseagulls.bsky.social in collaboration with @tachyonart.bsky.social, @crabdominalpain.bsky.social, and @spacemacchiato.bsky.social. Slaver ant Lore in alt text.

Ghost of the Tall Wheat A piece done for the art zine "Visions Unveiled" published by @kingofseagulls.bsky.social in collaboration with @tachyonart.bsky.social , @crabdominalpain.bsky.social, and @spacemacchiato.bsky.social. Poem in Alt text.

In the monster-tamer tactics game I'm in the midst of, there are multiple sizes of monsters. MINION COMMON TYRANT For development and testing, I've built these training dummies to take the place of monsters while I work on things, hope you like them!

BY THIS OATH I LIBERATE THEE

The Swords Grow Wild - Vagusbaan A massive ancient alien missile circling the stratosphere of Heliconia, overgrown by it's own biomass and incidentally maintained by an ecosystem of hitchhikers. Someday it will plummet and remind this era of the oblivion that bore it. More in Alt Text.

Delicious

Secret Santa for @kingofseagulls.bsky.social An alchemical lion monster! #art

The Swords Grow Wild - Emque The descendants of ancient drone bombers, now a common and peaceful sight in the skies of Heliconia. Further description in Alt Text.

Such a phlegmatic flavour, words can hardly describe.

Such a phlegmatic flavour, words can hardly describe.

Breloom.

69 xX Keen Blade Penetrates the Darkness Xx

Yes! Yes! It flows! That sweet sanguine heat, I must have it!

The bile, it's pure melancholy...

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As the heroes of old dried up and the Dungeon grew hollow of good folk, a more heretical form of man made their home here. In dark rooms they studied their black arts, severing the wall between life and death. They have no ties here, it was merely convenient, and now they roam as their masters wish.

As the Dungeon summoned forth a red miasma, the sky grew foul and the people withered. It was through the great cults, and their honourable sacrifices, that the sun be granted strength to pierce the veil and shine upon us yet again. The skin cracks as I smile to see another day

As the pitch black network of corridors grew, a seething sickness found itself a home. Rebels from the natural order, they founded their own perverse heirarchy against the goodness of all things - right at home amongst the Dungeon. They hunger, for power and flesh alike.

As the Dungeon summoned forth a red miasma, the sky grew foul and the people withered. It was through the great cults, and their honourable sacrifices, that the sun be granted strength to pierce the veil and shine upon us yet again. The skin cracks as I smile to see another day

Relating to some of my earlier pieces, here's the progress I've been making on a Monster-Battler tactics game. Basically all the backend stuff is complete, I just need to get rid of all this engineering UI! youtu.be/3Z5H3sgpVR0?...

Kills 99.9% (of bacteria) #mouthwashing