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CrossRoadArt- Bear (is writing Sloan shit)
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A slumbering cryptid and artist of characters u shouldn’t like but worryingly do.
They/Them
No AI/ No NF🫖’s
🍁 https://www.patreon.com/crossroadart (if u want to feed the lurking shadow)
🍂 https://bio.link/crossroadart

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CrossRoadArt- Bear (is writing Sloan shit) @crossroadart.bsky.social · Nov 14
My name is Bear,

I’m an illustrator,
& I’m to blame for all of this.
bsky.app/profile/did:...

I’m also to blame for ‘The Henchmen’s Guide’, the story of a stoner who was kidnapped by a werewolf, made to become her henchmen and, despite his best efforts, continues to survive his employment.

#art
A tattered book cover with the title ‘The Henchmen’s Guide, an observation in staying alive’ On it is the sparse red Australian outback. The horizon of the red plain is long flat and without a single tree. Above it the is a pale grey dusk sky with a few thin gold and orange tinged clouds. In the middle of the landscape, on an outback road, a young man flees for his life as he is pursued by a woman in punk attire who seems to be enjoying the chase a little too much. Their shadows are stark below them, and while the young mans shadow is a normal reflection of his physical self, the women’s is that of a huge werewolf with an open jaw and long teeth stretched open above the shadow of the fleeing young man. Though a rain splattered windscreen a terrible woman stands in a dark, vast, near empty parking lot. From the waist up she is in shadow and below that she is illuminated in the headlights. She has pallid skin, an untamed mane of black hair whipping in the wind and wears a black knee length coat, a pair of dark shades and black knee high boots. Her stance is causal and patient, breathing a cloud of vapour while one hand sits in her pocket. A pair of windscreen wipers pulse across the visage of her. She is looking directly into the car at the young man in the back seat who is reflected in the review mirror. He is wearing a pink hoodie and sees his miserable fate in her. The top half of his face is in shadow, while the bottom half of his face is lit with the warmth of street lights that cast the shadows of rain drops onto his cheek and nose. He is defiant, but he is also scared. On a wet road in a dim foggy forest, a werewolf so dark it could be described as a silhouette with white eyes, looms over a young man laying on the tarmac in a frozen state of fight or flight. The young man is in a dark pink hoodie which contrasts with the otherwise cool, dark pallet of the scene. It’s hard to convince yourself that everything is going to be ok in the face of someone like Sloan. Theo had tried to put up the arrogant front of a deeply unimpressed teenager, however his failure was evident in her shades, where he could see the reflection of his own uncertainty in his eyes that watched the face of the predators before him with a frankly primal calculation gear towards survival. Her smile was the foremost object of disturbance. It was distinctly wrong. A little too wide and crowded with jaggard hyena like teeth. It could, arguably, hold a candle to the definition of a maw. The fact that her skin was scored with a hash of pale scars didn’t help the impression either, it told the story of one not easily dissuaded from any given intention. All this set in the backdrop of a mane of black hair with webs of silver that Theo still had decades to possess. She raised one eyebrow behind her shades. Theo noted it too, and smoked his joint with a sinking feeling. Even in the bright, safe light of the beach they stood on, Theo estimated that he was the nameless victim in the prologue of a horror. If only he was so lucky. This is not in fact the prologue, this is chapter one and he is the P.O.V.
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noahhawthorne.bsky.social
You can read his story in An Outstretched Hand, an anthology containing queer stories inspired by tarot cards. (2/2)

books2read.com/an-outstretc...
Available now at your favorite digital store!
An Outstretched Hand: A Tarot Spread of Queer Stories by R.K. Ashwick
books2read.com
December 6, 2025 at 4:21 PM
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noahhawthorne.bsky.social
Introducing Ezraphim, the old fella from my short story Temperance, illustrated by @crossroadart.bsky.social ! He is so fine, but those hands and smirk got me screeching.

I cannot get enough of this grieving mercenary yearning for the forest horror, I love him so much. (1/2)
A sketch illustration of a shirtless muscular man. He stands, wrapping a hand in a bandage. He smirks at someone outside of view, and his long black hair peppered with white lays upon his shoulders. His full beard matches, and he has dark body. He has a large, strong nose, and strong facial features. He wears a loose pair of trousers.
December 6, 2025 at 4:21 PM
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emmalinestrange.bsky.social
If a moose was a centaur, would he be proportioned like this, or like this 🤔🤔🤔

Btw I was heavily influenced and inspired by @crossroadart.bsky.social ’s UNREAL deer bro drawings over on Patreon. 😍
Two versions of a sexy moose man. Version A the whole man is big, version b the human half his human sized so it’s smaller in comparison to the moose body. I’m so sorry I did my best.
December 4, 2025 at 4:05 AM
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welshbollocks.bsky.social
In winter lone shopping trolleys form groups for warmth and protection. The alpha trolley, seen at the centre with double child seats, will lead the group. A younger line trolley can be seen on the left, it can take days to be accepted by the group.
November 30, 2025 at 9:50 AM
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hedgebette.bsky.social
Portrait of the Artist as Igor Stravinsky
October 24, 2025 at 3:26 AM
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hedgebette.bsky.social
The same kid who wants to be Senshi for Halloween suggested pumpkin spice as the new flavor for pop tarts in the bakery. I bought him a nice wok to use for his costume. He’s more excited to cook with the wok than about trick or treating 😂❤️🥘
October 28, 2025 at 8:20 PM
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hedgebette.bsky.social
Caramel pecan rolls looking very decadent this morning
October 29, 2025 at 12:41 PM
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crispyparsnips.bsky.social
Another little throwback to m'old style challenges and to my childhood playing Fighting Fantasy books. Here we have @justmissart.bsky.social's tiefling twosome Briar & Rose (and Cat, of course) tasting a tipple or two down in some smoky basement. Would you join them?
An ink-and-pen styled image, akin to old fantasy illustrations, of two tieflings around a table in a wine cellar. Briar turns around in her chair to grin devilishly at you, holding a glass of wine in her hand. Rose stands between the table and a large wooden vat, leaning on the former whilst smiling curiously your way. Smoke spirals down the staircase from a doorway above, wisping around the room and past the stoic-looking cat lying atop a wine rack.
July 10, 2025 at 7:01 PM
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kiraofthewind.com
The MC of MERCHANTS OF DANCE AND HEDONISM is a genderless entity named Tynan who can take on any form they can imagine. They were born to be a living weapon (a merchant of dance), a tool to kill their country's enemies. But their grandfather (a God) gave them another task: learn how to love
November 19, 2025 at 6:04 PM
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potatokyukun.bsky.social
I invented Greed today and everyone gets another drawing! This time with my rarely drawn Clyde (Demon Ver.). Anyway, I'm on the floor now, yelling cringy admiration for my OC 🙈

#art #oc #ocsky
It's a digital drawing of a larger Demon OC. He is a bit chubby, has short red hair, dark limbs and longer bronze horns. He is shown in a side profile, eyeing the viewer with a slightly angry expression. From the is coming a warm light.
March 16, 2025 at 3:44 PM
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crossroadart.bsky.social
🐹🎶 Dip da dee da dee da doh doh🎶🐹
🐹🎶Da dee da dippy doh 🎶 🐹

#art #fantasy #Deerbros #sketch
The face of a deerbro, who is an ordinary himbo but for the small antlers growing out of his shaven sides and his deer like ears. Not much is going on behind those soft loving eyes, lucky bastard, just enough good warm feelings for whatever he is gazing at to inspire that contented goofy smile and the bloom of a blush.
November 18, 2025 at 2:00 PM
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crossroadart.bsky.social
Lights are on,
And to be fair, someone is home, but they’re playing the hamster dance really loudly and can’t hear you.

#art #fantasy #Deerbros #sketch
When people look up the word ‘himbo’ there’ll be a picture of this man, or something like him; whether or not the small antlers protruding from his shaven side and soft deer ears exclude him is your call, but in every other sense he fulfils the definition. Observe the way he sits, legs totally unpoised, one folded before him, the other behind, with his arms propping him up. This man is no threat, his beef cake physique might suggest the potential but with that body language, in nothing but gym shorts and socks, the thought of pouncing upon anyone has not crossed his mind, indeed not much has crossed his mind at all. Who knows what he is blushing up at to his right, with doughy eyes, a goofy smile and a vaguely crimped brow (because after all he’s always a little confused); some lovely being or perhaps a lot of good food? Whatever it is, he's interpreting it in soft feelings and warm colours since syllables are a little out of range. Indeed somewhere behind his giant tits there beats a heart of gold, Behind that stray hair falling over his forehead sits a nice spaciousness cranium, And the packaging speaks for itself. Very much the epitome of the deerbros I draw.
November 18, 2025 at 1:45 PM
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crispyparsnips.bsky.social
My quaint fantasy world of Avonvale has just been quietly simmering in the back of my mind for a while. So when I started making newsletter comics it seemed right to give it a whimsical little outlet. Anywho, here's Mira having a perfectly sensible time.
A four-panel comic strip. In the first panel we see Mira, a small bandana-clad girl, standing proud at the bow of a small row-boat splashing through the calm waters of the ocean. Behind her Zig, a rope-golem, dutifully rows. SPLOOSH! All of a sudden a giant purple, tentacled beast erupts from the water! Mira and Zig leap in shock! But Mira has a plan! Abandon ship! She leaps over the opposite edge of the boat, pointing authoritatively as Zig leans forward to stop her. We then cut to reality where a very muddy Mira leaps from a high-hanging flower pot down into the arms of her surprised dad Pero. Zig, still in the flower pot, reaches down in an attempt to grab her, their other hand holding onto a wooden spoon.
November 18, 2025 at 2:16 PM
crossroadart.bsky.social
🐹🎶 Dip da dee da dee da doh doh🎶🐹
🐹🎶Da dee da dippy doh 🎶 🐹

#art #fantasy #Deerbros #sketch
The face of a deerbro, who is an ordinary himbo but for the small antlers growing out of his shaven sides and his deer like ears. Not much is going on behind those soft loving eyes, lucky bastard, just enough good warm feelings for whatever he is gazing at to inspire that contented goofy smile and the bloom of a blush.
November 18, 2025 at 2:00 PM
crossroadart.bsky.social
Lights are on,
And to be fair, someone is home, but they’re playing the hamster dance really loudly and can’t hear you.

#art #fantasy #Deerbros #sketch
When people look up the word ‘himbo’ there’ll be a picture of this man, or something like him; whether or not the small antlers protruding from his shaven side and soft deer ears exclude him is your call, but in every other sense he fulfils the definition. Observe the way he sits, legs totally unpoised, one folded before him, the other behind, with his arms propping him up. This man is no threat, his beef cake physique might suggest the potential but with that body language, in nothing but gym shorts and socks, the thought of pouncing upon anyone has not crossed his mind, indeed not much has crossed his mind at all. Who knows what he is blushing up at to his right, with doughy eyes, a goofy smile and a vaguely crimped brow (because after all he’s always a little confused); some lovely being or perhaps a lot of good food? Whatever it is, he's interpreting it in soft feelings and warm colours since syllables are a little out of range. Indeed somewhere behind his giant tits there beats a heart of gold, Behind that stray hair falling over his forehead sits a nice spaciousness cranium, And the packaging speaks for itself. Very much the epitome of the deerbros I draw.
November 18, 2025 at 1:45 PM
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chibinetherlands.bsky.social
Sometimes you just gotta doodle your friend's OC getting terrorised by your own OC, it happens to the best of us.
But tbf, it's everything that @crossroadart.bsky.social's Theo deserves.
November 18, 2025 at 12:49 PM
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crispyparsnips.bsky.social
Tis the season to be spooky and such. So here's Jay getting a little decadent with it.
In a dark, red-tinted room, Jay in antiquated garb leans back in a wing-back chair silhouetted against a roaring fire. Decanting a glass of wine he looks up at the viewer, smiling laconically. Jay: Oh, hello. Care to partake in some wine? It is rather a... full-bodied vintage. In the following panel Jay rears up to us, wine glass in hand, mouth agape to show vampiric incisors. They stare down at us, cackling menacingly. Jay: Which is more than can be said about where it came from! Muhahahaha! Snap back to reality, Jay's boyfriend Kay walks in and picks up the decanter, looking at it incredulously, somewhat undercutting Jay's intended spooky tone. Kay: You don't like wine. Jay: Uh-huh~ It's not wine, it's blood. Kay: ...What kind? Jay: Blackcurrant.
October 31, 2025 at 3:43 PM
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crossroadart.bsky.social
He has no idea how much he is startling the bird watchers.

#art #fantasy #Deerbros #sketch
This man is disgustingly pretty. Alarmingly even. What with the sharp jaw line and shoulders length the hair falling about the lines of his neck before his muscular shoulders. No one would blame you for being so startled by his very fey countenance that you resolved to hit him with your car; in fact you wouldn't be the first. It's not that he’s a bad man, he’s just not a very clever one, and hasn’t ever clocked that it's not that his antlers are making people assume he’s some roe buck, and thus startling them into a defensive reaction, but more the fact that he is neighked (forgive the spelling) and only confusing matters with his statuesque physique. When people give a police report on the adonis wondering through the woods, they won't even think to mention the doe ears, they never noticed them. Along side finding some clothes that do more for modesty that whatever that sarong is that he is currently tying around his waist, he might consider that when he looks through his brow at people with those come hither eyes, over that slightly rugged crook in his nose, he’s prompting a certain fight or flight response, and asking to eat a windscreen. Again.
November 10, 2025 at 5:24 PM
crossroadart.bsky.social
He has no idea how much he is startling the bird watchers.

#art #fantasy #Deerbros #sketch
This man is disgustingly pretty. Alarmingly even. What with the sharp jaw line and shoulders length the hair falling about the lines of his neck before his muscular shoulders. No one would blame you for being so startled by his very fey countenance that you resolved to hit him with your car; in fact you wouldn't be the first. It's not that he’s a bad man, he’s just not a very clever one, and hasn’t ever clocked that it's not that his antlers are making people assume he’s some roe buck, and thus startling them into a defensive reaction, but more the fact that he is neighked (forgive the spelling) and only confusing matters with his statuesque physique. When people give a police report on the adonis wondering through the woods, they won't even think to mention the doe ears, they never noticed them. Along side finding some clothes that do more for modesty that whatever that sarong is that he is currently tying around his waist, he might consider that when he looks through his brow at people with those come hither eyes, over that slightly rugged crook in his nose, he’s prompting a certain fight or flight response, and asking to eat a windscreen. Again.
November 10, 2025 at 5:24 PM
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crispyparsnips.bsky.social
Catching up posting old newsletter comics, here's Mal being characteristically compliant with external instruction.
The sun peeks through the curtain of a blue-purple bedroom, it's blue-haired, pink-pajama'd occupant Malakhi gurgling in bed as it shines directly onto his face. CRASH! BANG! SMASH! Other such onomatopoeia are heard outside the room as Malakhi reluctantly begins to struggle upright. "Well, Emm's awake. Guess I'd better get up..." he relents. On his bedside table his phone begins to shine and vibrate. Beep. Beep. Beep. A now very animate and angry Malakhi leans over the phone, eyes-wide with rage, and shouts at it 'SHUT UP!'. As Mal turns back to being wrapped deeper in his quilt, we hear the burbling 'BLLP BLLP' of his phone half-submerged in a glass of water.
November 10, 2025 at 4:50 PM
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aliiwa.bsky.social
Artists!
Make me invested in your OC in one image.
November 8, 2025 at 4:44 PM
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emmalinestrange.bsky.social
💕QRP with your cover + first page + link 💕
Cover of bright spring featuring main characters Auro and Alexios Ultimately, the head was to blame. Alexios had received it three mornings before, delivered with its own honor escort, in a chest of fine, dark oak, chased with finishings of gold. It had been a lovely chest, and the head inside, nestled in folds of velvet, was lovely too. It was the bust of a young woman, carved out of white marble to capture her refined, delicate features. Alexios had set the bust on a table in his private apartments, hoping that it was a symptom of the medium that made her face so cold. Alexios had posed for a sculptor, too. The woman had sketched his face, first, in charcoal. Then she had made the bust of simple clay, forming the raw, wet earth into Alexios’s cheeks, nose, and lips. She used the clay bust as a model for the marble one, and after a month it was delivered to the royal villa. Alexios’s parents, the king and queen, had praised the artist’s skill in capturing their son’s look so handsomely. Alexios had forced a smile, nodding and agreeing, all the while thinking that his own blank, sightless white eyes were unsettling, bordering on creepy.
November 1, 2025 at 5:51 PM
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noahhawthorne.bsky.social
The Game is based on a real scavenger hunt (largely unsolved) called The Secret, and I wrote a post about it ! (2/2)

neshamapublishing.com/2022/10/19/t...

Book cover by @crossroadart.bsky.social
The Secret
I have a secret. The Game in Phantom and Rook is based on a real treasure hunt that has been ongoing in North America since 1982, called The Secret. Byron Preiss hid twelve treasure boxes and the c…
neshamapublishing.com
October 31, 2025 at 7:34 PM
crossroadart.bsky.social
It costs £14 to send a comic to the USA now.

I recently saw an advert for an e-commerce platform that said,
‘There’s never a perfect time to start a business, so now’s as good a time as any 😃’

Even the people marketing e-commerce can’t spin this shit right now.
Fucking cooked.
October 30, 2025 at 1:40 PM
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crispyparsnips.bsky.social
It has been drop-kicked to my attention (thanks @crossroadart.bsky.social) that art is better posted here one image at a time thereby allowing people to, you know, actually see it. So here's Kay once again pondering his life choices in the style of Norman Rockwell.
A digitally-painted study of a Norman Rockwell piece. In a pale yellow room, standing atop mottled green rug around brown wood furniture and floorboards stands Kay. He wears a red tartan shirt tucked into crumpled blue jeans, turned up over white socks and brown loafers. This contrasts with the soft, shimmering fabric of the layered, ruffled ball gown he holds up to his body, staring at his reflection in a full-length mirror. We see his face in the reflection, a conflicted look of longing lingers on it.
October 24, 2025 at 3:35 PM