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Alex Blott

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I write comics and dabble in other stuff He/Him Issue #1 of my #comic PuddleJumpers available now on itch and Gumroad 👇 https://linktr.ee/a_exb_ott

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Alex Blott @alexblott.com · 4d

If you missed the Kickstarter for PuddleJumpers but would still like to get your hands on the story, it's now available on itch for anyone to buy 👇

#indiecomics #indiepublishing

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PuddleJumpers #1 by Alex Blott

Two couriers with history and a deadline have no choice but to sort it out.

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Alex Blott @alexblott.com · 13h

All kinds of way this is 'technically' related to binding but think next week will be more literal 📑

#MORKTOBER #MÖRKTOBER

“Bounty Offered
The head of Magritte ‘Grit’ Voorst. Rid the town of her bothersome presence and be richly rewarded.
NO TIMEWASTERS.”

The poster is freshly printed, plastered over three older
versions. The money offered increases with each version.

You speak to the sheriff, who explains that they’ve had several people claim to have killed Magritte only for the village to find she is alive and well. Tells you they hung the last person who lied to them about it.

Magritte can be found in the woods outside the village in a run-down farmhouse with her gang of thugs.

MAGRITTE ‘GRIT’ VOORST
HP 20 Morale 10 Armour -2 Great Club: d8

SPECIAL: Magritte will heal d3 damage at the end of each round of combat

Once separated from her body, Magritte’s head will immediately begin pleading and offering you all of her plunder if you return her head to her shoulders. The head will shrivel over 2 days, eventually going quiet. However, a new head will grow if you don’t burn Magritte’s body. She will hunt her ‘killers’ down to take
vengeance.

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Dr. Emily Friedman @friede.bsky.social · 18h

I think about mentorship a lot (in my own profession & the fields I study), & what strikes me about this thread is that is it focuses on *craft* separate from “how to make a living as an XYZ”

Which I think is a good thing.

My one quibble is about scale & expertise… (see below)

Peretsky @peretsky.bsky.social · 19h

I am mentorship-pilled and I am social practice-pilled. I think it should be the responsibility of any artist who has “made it” in their respective fields/scenes to provide some sort of window into what makes them tick for the sake of benefitting those that are eager to learn.

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Alex Blott @alexblott.com · 1d

If in doubt. Creepy glowing artefacts, unearthed in the pouring rain. ⚖

#MORKTOBER #MÖRKTOBER

The great excavation scars one side of the marsh. People with clothes caked in peat and filth pull chunks of it apart with their hands. One of them yells with delight and holds a tusk aloft. The tusk glows in the low light with carved runes. They rush away from the jealous stares of their compatriots to a small hut for weighing, and leave with a jangling pouch.

Players may try their hand at the peat-face. If they do, roll on the table below. On a 4-6 the others working the peat will try to rob the players when they sleep.

1 - A sodden three hours digging through mulch finds nothing. But the man working next to you says he knows a place where you can make some coin if you're not afraid to spill a little blood.
2 - One small fragment of tusk, with half a rune carved onto it. You nick yourself on a rock pulling it out, and the rune pulses red for a moment.
3 - The skull looks almost human if not for the two small tusks developing at the front of the mouth. Finding no runes, the Forewoman discards it, but a person wearing a deep hood offers you silver for it.
4 - You see the glow of the runes through the peat before you reach the tusk. A complete rune is prominent on the tusk. On your way to the Forewoman's hut another miner approaches you and says they'll make you a better deal if you follow them now. They will, of course, try to mug you.
5 - Three tusks, each carved with a rune, linked together with what looks like bronze. chains. Holding them, you see the light of the glowing runes match the beating of blood in your veins. +d10 HP while you wear the chain.
6 - You unearth a tusk of unprecedented size. Carved with dozens of complete runes. The Forewoman's eyes widen when she runs out of weights. She tells you to wait for tomorrow when the next payroll arrives.

Alex Blott @alexblott.com · 1d

That’s awesome! Congrats 🙌

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Will Tempest @willtempest.bsky.social · 1d

Eclipse of Moths has been shortlisted for Best Art! Thank you for the nomination. There's a really strong selection of comics this year, congrats to all the nominees!

Selkie Comic Awards @selkieawards.org · 2d

🦭 It's time to announce the shortlist for our 2025 Selkie Awards!🦭

Check out the link below for the details, and for information on how to sign up to our online award ceremony:

🦭 selkieawards.org/2025 🦭

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Selkie Comic Awards @selkieawards.org · 2d

UP-AND-COMING TALENT

🦭 A Very Fragile Release Coming Along as a Light Breath by Jules Valera
🦭 Free Motion by Levi J. Richards
🦭 Plasticine Cowboy by Jack Stamp
🦭 The Feed by Kit Frith (Writer, Pencils, Inks, Cover Art), and Cat Frith (Interior Colours)
🦭 The Silence of our Fathers by François Giro

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Alex Blott @alexblott.com · 2d

Ahhh so cool! Congrats!

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Alex Blott @alexblott.com · 2d

Humming Katamari Damacy for reasons 🪲

#MORKTOBER #MÖRKTOBER

The Ghoul pushes a great bundle of corpses ahead of itself. Every movement accompanied by the sound of compressed flesh and cracking bone. Every now and again the faint whimper of a near-dead person, collected too soon.

Carved bone and wood slot together to form a smooth, featureless helmet with a sharp crescent pointing towards the sky. If you call out to it, a voice conjured from the buzzing of a thousand filigree wings speaks out:

“Do not stand in the way of my morsels, lest you join the banquet.”

If you try to interrupt the ghoul in its work, it will stop immediately and attack you. If the ghoul is killed, their helmet bursts into 1000 beetles that scatter every which way.

BROTHER CLYPEUS

HP 15 Morale - Armour -d2 Hardened Claws 2d6

If you have the stomach to raid its trove, roll on the table below:

d3
1 A pouch of dice carved from horse's teeth that always roll the best result.
2 A still sealed scroll, marked as contained monastery's blessing. Unseal it and get +d6 on your next roll. After that, it's just words on a page.
3 A Zweihander with the hands of its once owner still wrapped tight around the grip. One hand wears a ring with the insignia of a local barony on it.

You are no longer capable of sleeping through the night. Your eyes feel increasingly heavy in your head. Lose 1 presence.

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Stephen Collins @stephencollins.bsky.social · 2d

All my comics have happy endings!

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Anas Abdulhak - أنس عبدالحق @anasabdulhak.bsky.social · 3d

We've had a fantastic launch day thanks to all of you! So thank you, truly.

Etheres is my favorite story I've written. This book helped me process loss and grief in a way I never anticipated.

I'm so excited to bring it back to print and share it with you all!
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Chris Bissette 🐻🌈 @loottheroom.bsky.social · 3d

#mörktober is fundamentally about weird little guys doing weird little things

Johan Nohr @nohr.se · 3d

#MÖRKTOBER day 9: THORN

"A year ago Franglein planted roses at the base of Melvung’s monolith. They soak up the blood and the star stuff, and they sprout thorns as thick and black as a broken thumb. Once a week Franglein comes to harvest them."

Writing by @loottheroom.bsky.social
Art by me

MÖRKTOBER day 9: Thorn

THE HARVESTER
The stars fall, and Melvung swallows them, and as the dawn breaks he bleeds onto the ground.
A year ago Franglein planted roses at the base of Melvung’s monolith. They soak up the blood and the star stuff, and they sprout thorns as thick and black as a broken thumb. Once a week Franglein comes to harvest them.
She wears gloves lined with lead and wool. Even still, the thorns whisper to her in languages that predate the world. She sells them to anyone willing to pay; merceneries seeking weapons that wound the soul, occultists who grind them into powder, the dying who hope to draw one more breath before the void takes them.
She knows where three other wizards are bound, and will tell you their locations for 500 silver each.

Starblood thorn
d4 damage. On a hit, Test Presence DR14 or hear the voices from beyond the stars and become distracted (−2 to all rolls) for d6 rounds.
When ground and consumed, restores d6 HP but permanently reduces Strength by 1. The user’s blood glows faintly in darkness.

Franglein the Harvester
HP 7 Leather −2
Morale 8 Pruning blade d6

art: Illustration of a crooked and toothless hag creature wearing only a cloak and gloves. She smiles eerily and holds a small scythe in one hand an a wicker basket with roses in the other.
Carries 2d6 thorns at any given time.

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Alex Blott @alexblott.com · 3d

Love this one. That lil flash of pink 👌

Alex Blott @alexblott.com · 3d

Researching all the delightfully vicious plants in this world for this one 🌵

#MORKTOBER #MÖRKTOBER

The map showed only a simple path through open land, but for the last hour you’ve been walking through an ever-thickening mass of wicked plants. The way is cruel, snagging at your clothes and skin, but there is a way. At it’s heart you find a cottage, and at it’s heart hums a gardener, plump, but with dozens of bandages on their fingers and bare arms.

“Welcome, travellers, to my vicious
bowery! Rest a while, it’s a rare trouble that finds its way to my home with any blood left in their veins.”

They’ve got all manner of violent delights for you to sample. Blackberries, plums, and quinces galore. Agar for your wounds. All the ‘-thorns’ and barberries.

The Gardener will sell you seeds of spontaneous growth. When thrown to the ground, thick ropes of ‘Devils Walking Stick’ will rush upwards, creating impassable terrain.

If thrown at someone’s feet, that person is entangled, and takes d4 damage.

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tams @ MCM London @maezanilla.bsky.social · 4d

“This two-handed soldier’s sword was huge and aberrant and frankly malicious, and utterly your responsibility.”

A drawing of Harrowhark Nonagesimus from The Locked Tomb series, dressed in hospital clothes while hugging a glowing two handed sword and crying, her gaze a little lost.

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Alex Blott @alexblott.com · 4d

Had a proper kill your darlings sesh to make that table fit 👶

#MORKTOBER #MÖRKTOBER

You're still a league away from the tower when it explodes. By the time you get there arcane flames burn white, turning the stones at the top of the tower to lava that streams down the side. Within the crack and fizz of the magical fire, you hear a long, high, helpless wail.

Inside, The Wizard's workstation is in pieces. Crumpled at the bottom of the opposing wall are The Wizard's robes and tools of office. Within those robes a small baby tries, and fails, to complete an arcane gesture.

The grinding tear of wood and stone above you grows deafening. You have only seconds before the rest of the tower collapses. Time only to grab one thing...

The Wizard's Hat - Wearing this, you are unquestionably, absolutely and incontrovertibly The Wizard. You gain all the associated benefits, as well as the enemies, of his station.
Wand of Sanctuary - The last remnant of an ancient willow tree, long lost. So long as you hold it, you will always be granted shelter if you ask for it.
Orb Of Knowing - Incredibly fragile. If you speak a secret to it, there is no way it can be shared until another secret takes its place. If you break it, the secret will be projected into the minds of everyone within a 20 mile radius.
The Ten-Stride Staff - You can cover five times the normal distance in a days travel, or twice that if you want to bring your companions with you.
Midnight Robe - Once every cycle of the moon, you can immediately throw the surrounding area into moonless night for thirty minutes. You become incredibly hard to see.
The Child - They appear to remember their magic. What else do they remember? Keep him alive long enough and you may find out.

Alex Blott @alexblott.com · 4d

PuddleJumpers #1 by Alex Blott

Two couriers with history and a deadline have no choice but to sort it out.

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Alex Blott @alexblott.com · 4d

There's a #Morktober crossover in this somewhere for sure...

Sar Cousins @6knifes.bsky.social · 4d

TOY #objectober

Alex Blott @alexblott.com · 5d

Thanks! I'm having a great time with all the prompts. Enjoying yours as well =)

Alex Blott @alexblott.com · 5d

Am I just writing Vignettes now? Maybe. Does adding some conditions make this ok? Almost certainly.

#MORKTOBER #MÖRKTOBER

You're told the woman you're meeting is a grave robber, but you've never seen a grave robber who wears this much silk and gold. She takes your hand, but does not shake it. Looks into your eyes. Sees potential. She invites you into her rooms, lavishly draped in pillows and weaves. Despite her bare feet she towers over you.

The perks of what she offers are self-evident. The dangers she takes the time to explain:

You can touch neither willow nor amber, nor step into water deeper than your ankle and it is best to be far away from farmland when the harvest season comes.

If you accept these conditions, she will pass on a sliver of the master to you. If you do not... she smiles, revealing teeth belonging to something entirely inhuman. You will have to fight your way out.

Once the sliver is in place, she takes your hand in her again. This time, you feel your piece pull towards hers. She calls you brother.

Leaving the tavern, you become aware of the graveyard to the edge of the town. You know exactly how many bodies lie there. More to the point, you know what they were buried with, and what is worth digging up.

Side effects:
You can sense when you're near crypts and burial sites.
You can feel whenever precious metals have been buried in the earth.
Objects made from amber or willow burn your skin.
You are compelled to examine fresh-turned earth.

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Casper Pham @ Shortbox Comics Fair (The Luminary Lark-Mirror) @marcheriest.bsky.social · 5d

hello my new followers. if you like my art you may also like the 52-page full color comic I made for Shortbox this year!
comic here: www.shortboxcomicsfair.com/shop-sq4wj/p...

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Alex Blott @alexblott.com · 5d

Just a thought here. If you're a Glasgow/Central belt-based comics person worrying about how you're going to get your stuff to @thoughtbubbleuk.bsky.social this year. I'm driving down with an empty car on the 10th. Happy to load up with stuff. Msg me if that's helpful!

Alex Blott @alexblott.com · 6d

Heading out to the cinema in a mo so this one was a little rushed 🏠

#MORKTOBER #MÖRKTOBER

Will likely give them a less Pokemon-adjacent attack when I revisit...

At the bottom of the condemned man’s chest you find a small, conker-sized, seed covered in barbs. It cannot be forced open and attempts to pry it will break the tools if you do not give up. But each time someone cries out in pain it cracks open a little wider.

Attempts to pour light into the gap fail. Held to the ear, you hear the most distant whimper, as though making its way up through a great cavern.

“Little house, little house, planted in the deep.
Little house, inside of which fanged horrors deeply sleep.
Little house, little house, opened up by pain.

This little house contains a hall, from which the devil reins.”

When you feel that the seed has been exposed to enough pain, the seed opens up like a palm, and out strides an impossibly large creature, with skin made of bark and sinew made of vines. He challenges the owner of his ‘hall’ to one-to-one combat. If he wins, they are dragged back into the seed with him before it closes tight.

Lord Of The Husk
HP 22
Moral 10
Bark hide - d3
Vine lash d6

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𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗣𝗔𝗡 𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗔𝗡 @stipanmorian.bsky.social · 25d

There was no holding back! Check some art from our upcoming book 'Our Soot Stained Heart'

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Alex Blott @alexblott.com · 7d

This one started in one place and went somewhere entirely different. Fun item though 🗺️

#MORKTOBER #MÖRKTOBER

A procession of warrior-monks wind their way down from the crooked fortress-church and wades through a pool of alchemical pitch that stains their fresh white linens black. On the other side, each congregant is told to form ranks and march. A battle-hymn fills the air as they begin their journey.

In the distance, a great conflagration burns. You hear stories from those that flee the battle about screaming dedicants sparking flints against their spears and charging as the flames catch. About a wall of iron and fire that the invaders dare not cross. But they also say that the robes do not protect absolutely. That the pitch eventually burns as hot within the robes as it does outside. Blackened statues of
carbonised bone still burn months after they stop fighting.

A small man, burned down one half of his body, offers you half a map in trade.

“Find the pieces and find your way. The map brought me here, through the blaze and the battle. It is a wonder. A wonder you can buy for just a few pieces of coin."

If you complete the map, you can use it to find a way through even the most complex maze. Once you’re through, it divides (into 4/8/16/etc) and scatters itself into the posession of others.

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Cat Frith @catsinook.bsky.social · 14d

Remembered I’m an artist with free will who can draw an autumnal Ershin #breathoffire4 #ershin #fanart #autumn #fallequinox #art

A round robot with a cape (Ershin from Breath of Fire 4) stands in an autumnal forest clearing smiling, arms outstretched toward the sun rays. Animals of the forest gather around and on him; birds, squirrels, lizards and a hedgehog and its baby.

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