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ulothgol.bsky.social
𝖀𝖑𝖔𝖙𝖍 𝕲𝖔𝖑
@ulothgol.bsky.social
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Trans man and hobby artist who loves exploring themes of pleasure and pain. You can tip me here if you enjoy my work: https://ko-fi.com/ulothgol
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𝖀𝖑𝖔𝖙𝖍 𝕲𝖔𝖑 @ulothgol.bsky.social · Jun 17
ko-fi.com/ulothgol

Kinda scary and stressful to do this, but work is being very unpredictable right now. So if you like my work and want to tip me on Ko-fi, you can! Please only do it if you can afford it, because I know the world is crazy right now, and most of us are struggling
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ianmacewan.bsky.social
January 10, 2026 at 7:23 PM
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sorenhaxan.bsky.social
tumblr post from drilsouls: they're a 10 but they won't stop making Bloodborne villager noises during sex
January 1, 2026 at 8:54 PM
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beastcutter.bsky.social
It's funny that my itch page is banned in the UK. And by "it's funny" I mean it's not fucking funny at all and makes me so mad. Anyway if you want to support a gay trans author stuck in the UK you should check out my projects

beastcutter.itch.io
Lukan Garrow
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January 7, 2026 at 3:55 PM
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beastcutter.bsky.social
ICEBOUND, a short gay erotica about two desperate survivors of an arctic shipwreck, commissioned by the wonderful @ladzwriting.bsky.social , featuring art by @exaltxix.bsky.social is now available on itch.io to download for free!
Cannibalism | Religious themes | Explicit
beastcutter.itch.io/icebound
ICEBOUND by Lukan Garrow
Two men and their want at the edge of the world.
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February 17, 2025 at 9:37 PM
ulothgol.bsky.social
This fic is sooooo good, and a win for the Blasphemous community. I drew this piece after reading it, and as I was starting to get the hang of Procreate, so it holds a special place in my heart.

CW: wound fucking, gore, blood
NSFW! Depicts Tirso, Kisser of Wounds, fucking the Penitent One in a wound on his torso. Both are in a state of ecstacy.
January 6, 2026 at 4:04 PM
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evynfong.bsky.social
i almost never like my art on release but.... I'm really proud of this one!!!!! Hope everyone enjoys Lorwyn, it's one of my favorite planes. I got to work on it from concept stage to final art ^^ <3
June 23, 2025 at 8:05 PM
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juunipupu.bsky.social
me when I start delivering

#wip
work in progress shot of soaking wet oc, Wreg. Not much else is shown but his wet bodyhair and sad mopey expression.
January 5, 2026 at 8:02 PM
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brucemackay.bsky.social
THE TOWER OF CIRITH UNGOL
Illustrated poster of the tower of Cirith Ungol in the land of Mordor. In the foreground are a bunch of orcs and goblins with acid green rim-light holding swords and axes and pole-arms. In the middle ground is a narrow bridge leading between two grotesque statues into the multi tiered tower that is lit with sickly green lights. Below it leading into the plateau of Gorgoroth are the hills of the Ethel Duath. In the distance is Orodruin and Ered Lithui. The text at the top is white flame like black metal lettering with the words CIRITH UNGOL. Nine green stars float above them. Plumes of smoke and ash fill the sky. A tiny shadow is grossing the bridge. Lord of the Rings. Tolkien. Prints coming soon.
November 5, 2025 at 7:30 AM
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beastcutter.bsky.social
Another chunk from LAZARUS — you can read the rest of the teaser here 👀 beastcutter.itch.io/lazarus-teaser #wipsnips
The doorman’s eyes locked with mine as I approached, a sweet warmth pouring from the entryway behind the blood-coloured curtain. Already my head was swimming. As desire thundered in my skull I felt my focus slipping away. “Bienvenue, Monsieur Lamb,” he said, his voice gruff. I dipped my head in greeting. He swept aside the curtain and I descended into the dark. The hallway opened like a throat. From the main room, hands appeared to take my coat, my hat. I let them, soothed by the cushioning darkness, given a velvet quality by the haze of smoke. From within this shroud came points of soft light; the low, controlled glow of an opium lamp. They scattered the murky room like dying stars. Amongst them, amongst the pillows and furs, lay piles of unmoving contorted flesh. Bodies on bodies. Limp, cast across one another careless. A mass grave. Their breath was soft, almost invisible, their half-closed eyes sucked into a drowning pool of dreaming. Atop a bunk lay a woman in repose, as if painted, her face turned from me, her hand hanging limp over the edge. This was a house of the dead. Its denizens never-living. All those years I had lived beneath the soil, in those cut, festering wells of misery and fear. It was here alone I could feel the soft embrace of the grave.
January 6, 2026 at 2:57 PM
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beastcutter.bsky.social
Realised i literally never post any of the fucking or explicit stuff from the erotica i write. Here‘s my favourite part from ICEBOUND, a moment of terror and some eroticised scurvy. What’s not to like.

beastcutter.itch.io/icebound
“Turn over. I want to see your face.” Arthur’s voice lends itself to authority. He is a man meant to be obeyed. Victor begins to understand the power Arthur holds over him. He is king on the ice. Victor, his own willing dog. Victor, of course, obeys. Arthur looms over him, casts him in shadow. He is terrible in the low flickering firelight, a vision of Hell. His hair is a crown and his body a keep. The Tower. The rod of his cock is thick and fearsome. Victor’s hands are on his body, reverent. They follow the shape of his muscles, his breast, his belly. His fingers catch on something - an opening on Arthur’s abdomen, dark, violent. “it’s nothing,” he says. “An old wound.” Victor touches the raised rim of the slit in his side. It weeps with pale, clear fluid, the vulgar flesh beneath pink and luminous. Victor stares at it as if it is nothing short of stigmata, the scar dissolved, the wound miraculously reopened. He raises himself, presses his lips to it. It burns beneath them. Arthur grunts. His hand rests gently on the back of Victor’s head as if in blessing, strokes his hair. Arthur leans down to kiss him, tastes the salt on his lips.
January 6, 2026 at 3:05 PM
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tfiddlerart.bsky.social
Happy Moo Year! 🥳
January 1, 2026 at 8:55 AM
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ivyjinna.bsky.social
#Bloodborne
Our eyes are yet to open
December 29, 2025 at 4:10 PM
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beastcutter.bsky.social
Come get your free Bloodborne fanzine here!!!!!
beastcutter.bsky.social DR LUKANSTEIN ⚧️ @beastcutter.bsky.social · 17d
As a gift, @exaltxix.bsky.social finished the cover and interior illustrations for the INVENTORY Bloodborne fanzine, that compiles my favourite pieces from the series from the last 5 years. It’s really beautiful and you can download it for free!

beastcutter.itch.io/inventory
INVENTORY by Lukan Garrow
a Bloodborne fanzine
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December 27, 2025 at 11:13 AM
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beastcutter.bsky.social
From the short I’m currently writing!
Tamás examines his patients diligently, tending the living as they slip closer to their doom. At night, by candlelight, he dissects the dead. He is no closer to a rational explanation. He has no army of nurses to support him, no peers to conference with. They call him expert, but in truth there are none. A doctor, his mettle tested in a time of plague; now he finds he has stumbled into a new profession. He sleeps not. At daybreak he sends a rider with a writ to the state begging for assistance, but even as he does he knows none shall come. The locals tell him the ailment he seeks can be named; defiant, he refuses to hear it. In truth, he has heard it before. He has seen it before. The teeth and nails grown long in death. The dead heart frothing with fresh blood. The seasons-gone corpse supple, incorrupt. It was his mistake in pursuing this curiosity to begin with. Now, he finds himself shackled to it.
December 27, 2025 at 11:17 AM
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braveburattino.bsky.social
Autopsy
Digital painting of a human flayed so that all their internal organs are exposed from the neck to the naval. Two pairs of blue gloved hands are operating. They hold the layer of flesh that once covered the rib cage open. One hand wields a scalpel.
March 11, 2025 at 3:05 PM
ulothgol.bsky.social
I spent a lot of time this year wallowing and fighting with my mental health.

I really want to start the New Year working on myself. More drawing, more reading, and more new experiences. I let myself stay scared and defeated, and that's not how I want 2026 to go.
December 26, 2025 at 11:06 PM
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beastcutter.bsky.social
Found the first piece of art @exaltxix.bsky.social did for me all those years ago 😭
December 26, 2025 at 9:50 PM
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beastcutter.bsky.social
Paris, 192X. An English man without a face is hired by a strange boy to examine a series of defaced portraits. His investigation leads him into a world of art, opium, sex, and the undead.

Read the 1st 6 chapters of LAZARUS-a horror noir- here
beastcutter.itch.io/lazarus-teaser
December 26, 2025 at 9:31 PM
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anhedonicdict.bsky.social
The nazgul had it right. Get cursed with your homies and have impeccably terrifying drip.
December 26, 2025 at 10:25 PM
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beastcutter.bsky.social
From the second chapter of LAZARUS, the teaser of which you can read here for free > beastcutter.itch.io/lazarus-teaser
My torchlight revealed a sight that had become familiar — the taxidermist’s second floor, lined with glass-fronted mahogany cabinets holding an array of fine shells and shimmering birds, their gemstone feathers not dulled in death. Atop matching filing cabinets comprised of tens of slender drawers, stuffed beasts cast irregular shadows, stark in the circular glow. They gathered as they never would have in life, as if posing for a tintype. Majestic, and exquisite in detail, their glass eyes glinting. The floorboards creaked under my footsteps. A secretary bird poked its strange head up between the effigy of a leaping gazelle and the great mane of an enormous lion, his expression impassive and regal. Around it, an ibis, an egret, a bedraggled juvenile penguin.
December 26, 2025 at 7:13 PM
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exaltxix.bsky.social
here's the cover in full and a couple of the inside illustrations i did. get it now (or else!!) it's freeee
December 25, 2025 at 4:57 PM
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tfiddlerart.bsky.social
🎁✨
December 22, 2025 at 8:40 PM
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spacetwinks.bsky.social
oooooh you want to check out my heavily discounted moody photos sooooo bad
spacetwinks.bsky.social Colin Spacetwinks @spacetwinks.bsky.social · 21d
hey! i'm doing a winter sale, though not of games - but of my packs of moody, atmospheric photos of Maine! A Place Without Bodies volumes 1&2! over *600* photos, *with* license for commercial use, at 2/3rds off - just $20! great for projects of all kinds! lasts till jan 5th! ko-fi.com/s/bc50ecb11f
a late night shot of a gas station pump, with the yellow and orange neon lights particularly strong a photo of a rusty green bridge and a distant building over a river, caked in fog a photo of a graveyard, covered in snow, the sky blotted out in white, with a blue tint to it all a late night winter road, with deep red street lamps lighting everything
December 23, 2025 at 3:40 AM
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beastcutter.bsky.social
FRÌTH is a short gay erotica about a young hunter and the fae bargain he strikes to save his life.
Featuring art by @exaltxix.bsky.social , it is available to download from itch.io for free (or a small tip).

Historical Fantasy | Teratophilia | Knotting

beastcutter.itch.io/frith
“Then we shall both die, Horned King, and the world will forget you.” Alasdair looked up at the unintelligible glimmer in the creature’s eyes. He observed the richness of his gleaming hair, the delicate ivory of his skin and the veins snaking beneath it, the lean cut of his body and the strange sharpness of his face, and realised he was beautiful. Terrible, but beautiful, like the inhospitable land that housed him. In the old days they would have raised great stones to him and painted them with blood. They would have carved his name in the trees and built effigies of him to burn and summon the summer. Alasdair’s bold arrow had struck him down, and the forest would swallow him for it. His limbs torn asunder by the reaching roots, the hollow of his bones burst thick with moss, his flesh rendered to nothing by the fallen leaves.
December 5, 2025 at 7:03 PM
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wolvendaughter.bsky.social
in the war against AI music scrapers bedroom black metal artists will be our greatest ally by releasing demo after demo of unlistenable dogshit
December 22, 2025 at 12:58 PM