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blue james
@drifloons.bsky.social
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they/them. 30. artist, writer, poet.

#oc #art #poetry #writersky
https://tinyremains.carrd.co/
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Digital art. A white wolf looking up at the crescent moon. A pale line studded with stars or thorns curls around the wolf's body and muzzle. Digital art of a gray wolf trudging determinedly through snow digital art in a cartoony style of a gray-white wolf loafing beside a cream-white cat, they both have hints of pink and blue on them. the background is green and blue stripes, a pale pink square outline, with sparkles and hearts trailing on either side. my watermark of a handdrawn carrd logo beside "tinyremains" (tinyremains.carrd.co) in the bottom left corner. digital art. scraggly fir tree in the snow
November 29, 2025 at 4:12 PM
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Here's one with the ACTUAL word smh
#writersky
. “How’s Sancia?” Liam pet Aria’s head and gave her a little push towards the dining table. “Still unconscious.” His voice was raspy. “Your changeling have any blood left in that fridge?” “My changeling,” May groused under her breath as she went to check. One entire shelf was dedicated to neatly arrayed bags of blood, a sea of bright red, and the rest was sterile in its emptiness. “Uh, yeah. Plenty.”
November 29, 2025 at 3:09 PM
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Drawn this too hehe
#ocart
Digital art, Skalva, a Black changeling, facing away from the viewer with a huge orange glow around their head of white curly hair. Wearing a jean jacket May with her pupils blown-out, blushy cheeks, tiny frown, (she's a white werewolf with long brown hair and brown eyes) Skalva looking over their shoulder, showing their bright orange eyes and their white eyebrows and lashes
November 29, 2025 at 3:04 PM
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May seeing Skalva in their human shape for the first time :)
#writersky
She breathed in deep—iron, salt, and the unmistakable sweetness that always made her think of cookies. It tickled her nose, barely there, missing the slightly burnt aftertaste, shifting around her like it was alive. A tingle crawled across the damp skin of her nape. She padded closer, the hems of her sweats swishing quietly on the carpet, and they glanced over their shoulder. Light flashed across orange irises, framed by delicate, ivory lashes. The halo resolved itself as a cloud of shockingly white, tightly coiled curls, and the buzzed sides left their ears exposed—ears with the slightest of points to them. Up close she could taste their scent on her tongue, the lure of blood, its promise of magic, and the tingle seeped through her nape, into her throat, danced along her gums. Thick white brows, stark against the deep black of their skin, furrowed between their familiar eyes. Faint downy hairs lined soft cheeks, full lips, their bow sharp and pronounced, a divot that looked like it had been created by the press of someone’s thumb. Skalva turned their head back to stare out at the world beyond the wall of glass.
November 29, 2025 at 2:26 PM
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I've shared this one before :')
#writersky
Thesity was truly alive at night. On some streets, tranquility lingered, infrequently broken by a yelp, or a motorcycle engine, or a crazed wolf zigzagging through on a mission. On others, teenagers let loose wild howls, imitating the werewolves that concealed themselves amidst their drunken brethren. All kinds congregated here, safely secluded in the middle of the mountains, and so it was ripe with every imaginable type of mythical creature, whether it be vampire, fae, or shifter—though the supernatural population was mostly wolves. Wolves who turned with the moon, wolves who could turn at will, wolves whose transformations were grotesque, wolves whose transformations were a single second of thought. Wolves who had been MADE. And then wolves like May, who had been BORN.
November 28, 2025 at 4:01 PM
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Awesome
Sweet potato casserole in a glass dish baking in a toaster oven, the marshmallows puffing up real big Photo of the casserole from above showing off its glorious golden marshmallows
November 27, 2025 at 10:51 PM
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Sisters
#ocart #oc #art
Digital shoulders-up portrait of a Black girl with short curly hair and red eyes and a round nose. She's wearing a black collared shirt outlined in red. Digital shoulders-up portrait of a Black girl with red eyes who looks very similar to the previous girl but with a less round face and slightly longer curls. She's wearing a black turtleneck
November 27, 2025 at 4:40 PM
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Subbing "disarray". Derek and May get into a fight, Kirk breaks it up
#writersky
May jerked her head at Derek, who looked like a statue. “He started it.” “Oh, I know,” Kirk muttered. “I was just defending myself.” “I saw.” He turned to scowl at Derek, his glasses jingling where they dangled around his fluffy neck. “Were you going to kill her?” Derek tilted his head. His fur stuck up every which way, streaked with blood, glimmering with glass. “Maybe.” He prodded a book, the cover all bent out of shape, then looked around the room, taking in the disarray. “I need to know if Nick is okay.” He sounded defeated. “Join the fucking club,” Kirk said and snapped at Derek’s face.
November 27, 2025 at 1:49 PM
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This guy's "art" is actually AI btw
Bluesky profile of Oliver Markus Malloy @malloy.rocks
November 27, 2025 at 4:41 AM
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You've just died.
The 6th picture in your phone gallery is what killed you.

Not surprising. She's a biter!
Orange tabby cat with sunshine and rainbows shining onto her very alert face
November 27, 2025 at 1:09 AM
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Not just a puma but a WINGED puma btw. Kirk was almost kitty dinner.
#writersky
“If we don’t hurry,” Skalva said, “we will have to deal with another attack.” “Yeah, yeah,” said Lux. They were tugging their shirt back over their head. “Bring it on.” “Please don’t,” muttered Kirk. Derek’s hand kneaded the nape of his neck, and Kirk leaned against him as they trudged onward. Their legs kept brushing and impeding each other’s movements, but neither of them were willing to separate. Kirk’s chest kept squeezing, like the puma was crushing him again. On his other side, Jamie had her bow looped through her arm, and her narrowed eyes scanned the sky.
November 26, 2025 at 3:38 PM
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Tangled
#oc #art #wip
Digital art. A white wolf looking up at the crescent moon. A pale line studded with stars or thorns curls around the wolf's body and muzzle.
November 25, 2025 at 7:55 PM
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:)
#writersky
They took a breath, hesitated, then said, “I thought most werewolves lived above mortals’ expectations and weren’t ‘monsters’, as they say.” “I’m part of the small five percent,” she retorted. To her surprise, they let out an amused chuff. “Most of your pack follows Derek’s example, yes? A system where those who don’t hunt animals or can’t survive on them feed on those who do.” For a moment, self-disgust warred with pride. Monster was the right word to describe her, and yet somehow she had led a pack of practically angelic werewolves behind her. “Why don’t you?” Their tone was polite, friendly compared to all the other times she had had that question directed at her. When was the last time anyone was just CURIOUS instead of ACCUSATORY?
November 25, 2025 at 6:40 PM
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hi i'm blue :)
Side profile of a regal white wolf colored with layered brush strokes. On a blue sky background with the shadows of a pine forest below. Digital art of a light gray wolf trudging determinedly through snow digital art in a cartoony style of a gray-white wolf loafing beside a cream-white cat, they both have hints of pink and blue on them. the background is green and blue stripes, a pale pink square outline, with sparkles and hearts trailing on either side. my watermark of a handdrawn carrd logo beside "tinyremains" (tinyremains.carrd.co) in the bottom left corner. digital art. scraggly fir tree in the snow
November 24, 2025 at 5:23 PM
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Vibes today - the warlock's introduction
#writersky
Still, human, she slipped through the door into a narrow hallway saturated with cigar smoke, rustic music, and hard liquor. Nostrils flaring, she climbed up the stairs into an even narrower hall, cut in half by a slab of yellow light from an open doorway. A man was bent over a desk, scribbling something frantically. In the window behind him, a white raven the size of an eagle, undoubtedly supernatural, perched. “You can come in, Miss Chiddler,” the man said, and his voice was wet and cool like a rainstorm. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled. “Do not be surprised. I have a strong nose…for a warlock, that is. But come in, come in…” He gestured with his free hand, curling his fingers expectantly.
November 24, 2025 at 3:15 PM
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I've drawn this one ;)
#oc #ocart #art
Digital watercolor of a white raven, a white wolf, and a brown wolf traveling down a road between two snowy cornfields
November 23, 2025 at 2:53 PM
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Went with world :)
#writersky
The world had been drawn in charcoal, every object and shadow dusty and smudged. Three wolves marched down the long, dark road, boxed in on either side by churned rows of dirt littered with broken corn stalks and piles of snow. Civilization here was the occasional house, usually accompanied by a barn and sleeping horses. Every few miles, a spark would light, catch one of the wolf’s fur aflame, and from that flame a white raven would burst. They would then wheel forward and scout ahead. It was only for a few seconds at a time, but it left May and Derek alone, and the tension between them kept her hackles up. Even with all their issues, it had not felt like this in a long time.
November 23, 2025 at 2:49 PM
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Hi i'm blue! I draw my ocs from my novels-in-progress :)
Digital art of a gray wolf trudging determinedly through snow Digital art of clawed gray hands with orange sparks running between them as they form fire WIP. Digital painting of four teens having a small campfire on a lakeside beach, inside an orange-red frame that's decorated with botanicals and running wolves. behind that is a black background with natural elements like cattails, stylized bugs and fish, and the sun and moon. WIP. Side profile of a regal white wolf colored with layered brush strokes. On a blue sky background with the shadows of a pine forest below.
November 22, 2025 at 3:22 PM
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:) Skalva is a nosy little changeling!
#writersky
Above her, she could feel Skalva’s presence, despite being invisible to all her usual senses. “Bad dream?” they asked, breaking the silence. “I don’t have bad dreams,” she snapped automatically. “Okay,” they replied, in a tone that made it clear they didn’t believe her. She shifted uneasily, staring at the root closest to her. Soft green moss coated the chipped bark, surrounded by sparkling crystals of frost. “…Okay,” she amended begrudgingly, “I had a bad dream.” Citrus eyes shone out of the mist, sour and bright in the engulfing grey. “About what?” She sailed into the stars, unable to tell the difference between gray, black, white. She bared her teeth, though they couldn’t see her. “Why would I tell you?” There was the fall, then; always the fall.
November 22, 2025 at 2:18 PM
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For context May is a werewolf, not just a mass murderer/cannibal LOL
#writersky
A bird cried out in the direction of the lake, so close May could smell its polluted waters, though it might have mostly been sense memory. Its beaches were dotted with debris—discarded receipts and abandoned fishing lures, broken benches and rotting logs. Some of her own kills were sunk in that water, snagged in the plants that tried to grow at its bed. When she was young and quite naive, she had fished there at least three times a month, with Derek on one side and Kirk on the other, and sometimes Nick, too. Though now, with all the drainage from sewage pipes and the littering, the lake had seen better days—not that she was much better, tossing bodies into it piece by chewed piece. She and her pack had seen better days, too.
November 21, 2025 at 4:49 PM
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dream i had last night
#wip #writersky
My ears rang in the sudden quiet. A different front, further away, continued exchanging fire. The all-seeing eyes of every soldier who had come before shone down on us from a clear, black sky. An aching wound hung where the moon should have been. The celestial general overhead had let her single eye fall closed, and over the course of the next week, it would slowly widen again. She would judge us, then, and decide whether to turn away once more. But, for now, it was a beautiful night to die.
November 21, 2025 at 1:53 AM
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:)))
#writersky
“Good, good!” The warlock slapped his hands together. “Then allow us to begin. Meet our special guests.” He gestured to the vampires. “Liam and Sancia Cassiet. One sacrificial, one reaping.” “Or weeping,” May suggested dryly, studying the older leech. He met her scrutiny with a defiant, tear-stained scowl. He was thin, lacking blood and sleep and peace of mind. The girl looked healthier, no more than six with rosy cheeks and flaxen curls.
November 20, 2025 at 5:49 PM
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#wip #art #oc
digital art profile of a white wolf with yellow eyes colored with layered brush strokes
November 20, 2025 at 3:18 AM
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doodle
#art
crooked screenshot of a digital painting of a white wolf in a snowy forest full of leafless trees
November 19, 2025 at 7:45 PM
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:) you know how in each project you just have to have those minor characters you're absolutely obsessed with and write so much extra content for? I did that with Kevin and Will to the point I'm working on a prequel book just about them haha (this excerpt is not from that lol)
#writersky
Kevin and Will had done two drastic things after they thought Kirk died—Will adopted a bonded pair of senior cats named Chestnut and Peanut from the shelter, and Kevin, six years after mauling one of his high school peers and running away from home, contacted his family. Now they were visiting Kevin’s parents for the next two weeks, and the cats needed to be looked in on by a third party. Stepping into their apartment felt like stepping back in time. Nostalgia and deja vu washed over him, nauseating in their intensity—the long hallway, decorated with Polaroid photographs and a mish-mash style of prints, the menagerie of dad hats and hoodies hanging in the doorless coat closet, the glimpse of their unmade bed and unfolded laundry and the vintage floral lamp Trent had found at a flea market for five bucks and been so excited to give them. Through the other doorway he saw their computer setup and wall of books; he remembered when it had been Will’s room, the way they’d set up a bed in there as if Kevin and Will ever slept apart from the moment they’d first shared a couch at the old pack house.
November 19, 2025 at 7:16 PM