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feyskipper.bsky.social
@feyskipper.bsky.social
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Happy to see cool art, little fay just here to see what's up. My craft is tatting and I hope to expand my skill with it
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feyskipper.bsky.social
The last part on my mom's present is on the last row! Hopefully I can get it all done in time to block the tatting and frame it before Christmas
A tatted doile that is blue, gold, gray, and white.
December 13, 2025 at 2:51 AM
feyskipper.bsky.social
I just backed !!! New - PC Game - Pirate Project X !!! - on @kickstarter.com www.kickstarter.com/projects/772...
!!! New - PC Game - Pirate Project X !!! -
3rd Prsn SP and MP Medieval and Pirate Simulator, Heavily influenced by "Sid Meier's Pirates", "Black Flag" and "Caribbean Legend"!
www.kickstarter.com
September 1, 2025 at 2:44 AM
feyskipper.bsky.social
This is another tatting project I've been working on! I had hopped to submit it to the fair but I had to fix so may mistakes I just didn't get it done. But here's the half way point!
The center of a doily with a light blue, yellow, light gray repeating out words.
August 23, 2025 at 11:20 PM
feyskipper.bsky.social
This is a doily I made and submitted to the state fair where I live! I wanted to submit more but wasn't sure I would be able to and it was limited to one this size. My larger ones just weren't done in time
A doily made of shades of pink from light pink in the center to red and maroon on the edges
August 23, 2025 at 8:02 PM
feyskipper.bsky.social
I made this for my mom! It's part of her Christmas present I hope she liked it 😊
A small dolly made using dark blue, green, purple, and white.
August 23, 2025 at 7:59 PM
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knotweed-ireland.bsky.social
Sunset Ireland (July 12th) Cam 1 - Still Shot 10:00pm (Hollygrove Lake, Galway, Ireland) #Sunset #Ireland #Scape #Landscape #Sky #Clouds #SkyScape #Photography
July 12, 2025 at 9:16 PM
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I'm mirrored in your eyes..✨

✨📷🌿📸

#astrophotography #photography #nature #nightsky
the Milky Way, rising in full splendor above a tranquil riverbank, where the frogs sing loud as they wants to Talk to the stars. And they, the stars, shimmer densely across the sky, revealing the galaxy’s core with extraordinary clarity and depth. Below, a peaceful mirror of water reflects the surrounding trees, the faint hues of the night sky, the stars.. creating a poetic dialogue between the heavens and the earth, just broken by the wind, that wanted to be part of this magic moment. The entire scene is bathed in serenity, as if time itself had paused to admire the cosmos, from the space to the waters. Stack of 175 photos x 25s. Somewhere in the Pyrenees Orientals, France.
July 13, 2025 at 7:33 AM
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crossroadart.bsky.social
‘On The Rocks’
Page 18/31

Morning Odan,
Do anything interesting last night?
Like stick an unconscious man in your pelt?
Hypothetically of course.

#ontherocks #mermay #art #mermay2025 #OCs #folklore #selkies #fantasy #webcomic #comic
Within the stone cottage, Odan was already awake. The rising sun streamed in through the window he was standing before it as he dressed. He’d found Morgans trunk of clothes, some of which where fortunately far too big for the scrawy fisher, but fit Odan well enough. He’d put on some trousers and was in the process of doing a poor job of tying the sash around his hips to keep them up. He then took from the trunk a woollen fisher’s jumper, though he did not put it on just yet. The embers of the fire place were now low, and the broth in the pot hanging above it had gone cold. Odan tilted the pot with one finger and examined the content. With a look of disgust he studied the concealed soup on his fingers and concluded that he would not be consuming it. Instead he unsheathed the filleting knife hanging on the mantle piece and departed for the coast. Once at the sand, Odan dropped the woollen jumper of the rocks, and before the rays of the morning sun he walked out into the sea with the filleting knife.
June 7, 2025 at 7:24 PM
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crossroadart.bsky.social
‘On The Rocks’
Page 17/31 (part 1/3)

You gave them whiskey mate, I don’t know what you thought was gonna happen.

#ontherocks #mermay #art #mermay2025 #OCs #folklore #selkies #fantasy #webcomic #comic
When the morning came, the sky above the puddles of selkies, laying on kelp covered rocks again, was pink. A soft warm glow with only a smear of blue starting to show itself over the cosy heaps. The pups were, once again, up early, and had found a new object of curiosity in the absent of their usual big bull. A human, a skinny human with fluffy auburn hair and a nose very unlike theirs. Selkies had shallow, smooth noses that sat close to the face, with slits for nostrils that closed when they went under water. This human however had a beaky nose, with a pronounced bridge and nostrils which would most certainly help him drown. This was one of very many interesting thing the pups had noticed about their new play thing, and as such, one pup had seated itself on the sleeping humans shoulder and was giving the nose a thorough examination while a second pup leant on the humans chest, watching intently. The exploring pup then wondered about the teeth of their new entertainment, and had stuck it’s thumb in the human’s mouth when said human’s eyes fluttered open. Morgan sat up, holding the fluffy pup as he did so and becoming totally and delightfully fixated on it. It held his nose as he stared at it in wonder, while the other pup leaning on his chest peaked into his mouth and saw his very blunt teeth; not like selkie teeth at all. There were also more pups around beyond the probing two, all very pleased by the reaction and attention of the human. It was as Morgan took in the other pups, many of which were lounged over his legs, that the most important detail of the morning hit him like last nights rock. He didn’t have any legs. What he apparently had instead was a considerably sized, brown, selkie tail. Except that he knew that he couldn’t, not only because the tail was the colour and pattern of the selkie bull’s pelt, but because he, Morgan, was not a selkie. Despite this reasoning the flipper did flicked up in reaction to his wanting to move his legs. He stared froze… The pups were, once again, up early, and had found a new object of curiosity in the absent of their usual big bull. A human, a skinny human with fluffy auburn hair and a nose very unlike theirs. Selkies had shallow, smooth noses that sat close to the face, with slits for nostrils that closed when they went under water. This human however had a beaky nose, with a pronounced bridge and nostrils which would most certainly help him drown. This was one of very many interesting thing the pups had noticed about their new play thing, and as such, one pup had seated itself on the sleeping humans shoulder and was giving the nose a thorough examination while a second pup leant on the humans chest, watching intently. The exploring pup then wondered about the teeth of their new entertainment, and had stuck it’s thumb in the human’s mouth when said human’s eyes fluttered open. Morgan sat up, holding the fluffy pup as he did so and becoming totally and delightfully fixated on it. It held his nose as he stared at it in wonder, while the other pup leaning on his chest peaked into his mouth and saw his very blunt teeth; not like selkie teeth at all. There were also more pups around beyond the probing two, all very pleased by the reaction and attention of the human. It was as Morgan took in the other pups, many of which were lounged over his legs, that the most important detail of the morning hit him like last nights rock. He didn’t have any legs. What he apparently had instead was a considerably sized, brown, selkie tail. Except that he knew that he couldn’t, not only because the tail was the colour and pattern of the selkie bull’s pelt, but because he, Morgan, was not a selkie. Despite this reasoning the flipper did flicked up in reaction to his wanting to move his feet. He stared frozen white panic and all the pups sat up in giddy excitment, not that any of them understood what was going on.
June 4, 2025 at 9:06 PM
feyskipper.bsky.social
If you see this post a sword!

A beautiful commission of my DND character, Ina the Reflection in the curse of Strahd I am playing in
A woman sitting on the ground looking off to the left with a contemplating look. She has brown skin with vitiligo on her hands, chest and lower jaw. All along her skin is a pattern of sunlight reflecting off the water. She has a metal prostatic left hand in which she is holding her sword and resting her head against the handle. Her hair is tied up and she wears a sleeveless shirt and vest with tied up skirts showing off her boots. A dagger is belted to her waist. In the bottom left corner it is indicated that this is a commission for Skipper done by CrossRoadArt.
June 5, 2025 at 6:08 AM
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crossroadart.bsky.social
If you see this, post a Sword ⚔️

#art #hollyking #folklore #celtic #mythology
A sketch of The Holly King, God of the short cold days, with sharp antlers like winter trees and a silver crown of holly leaves. He’s dressed in medieval garb which includes a cloak wrapped around his shoulders, on top of which sits a thick black fur cloak, fastened to his shoulders with a silver holly brooches & chains draping across his chest. Under this he wears a surcoat over a long sleeved tunic which is close fitting on his thin arms and wrist. These 2 garments are collected by a wide belt that cinches his narrow waist, on top of which hangs 2 more leather belts, loose around his hips. The most notable feature of the kings attire is his neck armour, whose metal circles his shoulders from the collar bone to the neck which it corsets around in a firm fit. It’s engraved with sharp spikes of holly leaves & makes his posture tall & austere. The king has a calculating expression as he studies the sharpness of his sword that he holds before him. He is going to kill the Oak King with it.
June 4, 2025 at 10:28 AM
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crossroadart.bsky.social
‘On The Rocks’
Page 14/31

🫧

#ontherocks #mermay #art #mermay2025 #OCs #folklore #selkies #fantasy #webcomic #comic
Morgan sunk into the dark green depths, in a slow cascade of moonlit bubbles. His auburn hair flowing around his head and his knitwear and woven belt floating up with his sinking momentum down between the drifts of kelp and further away from the light.
May 29, 2025 at 7:18 PM
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‘On The Rocks’
Page 13/31

Ah well, Morgan’s dead now.

#ontherocks #mermay #art #mermay2025 #OCs #folklore #selkies #fantasy #webcomic #comic
To desperate to pause and put any shoes on, Morgan rushed out to stop the assault on his little boat. The men were cutting up his net, snapping the oars and violently dissembling the vessel. He drove through them to defend the dinghy but was roughly shouldered aside by one fisherman. That same fisherman then took the rock that he’d been employing to smash the boat and cracked Morgan over the temple with it, instantly knocking him out and felling him limply to the damp grass with a trickle of blood dripping from his forehead. The trawlers men then hoisted up Morgan’s scrawly body and dropped it off the rocks into the high tide. There his body splashed into the blackness and promptly vanished.
May 28, 2025 at 10:09 PM
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noahhawthorne.bsky.social
Want to help out a struggling trans author? Scream about their books! And potentially buy one, that'd be pretty rad too.
A paperback copy of Phantom and Rook held up in front of a blooming apple tree. *** The book cover of Phantom and Rook by Aelina Isaacs On a busy market street in a modern town with tudor architecture a warm glow illuminates the crowds & stores that line the road. There is a seasonal festival, which is evident over this hustle because of the decorations of red & gold bunting and flags crisscrossed cross over head, and sunflowers have been pinned on the beams and roof tops. Between all the people, two men have seen each other. A tall brown man, with a mane of curly black hair, wearing a knitted rainbow duster, looks over his shoulder with the confusion of a clouded memory. He has arms full of shopping in paper bag, herbs, flowers and bottles, he has to be on his way and the crowd is moving, but still he lingers as he looks at the other man. The other man is small, thin, freckled and has a shock of red hair that is firey in the dawn light, he is taking the hood of his green jersey like he is going to pull it over his head, but before he does he looks back at the second man. The heaviness of his heart and thin hope are evident in his face.
May 26, 2025 at 4:36 PM
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‘On The Rocks’
Page 12/31 (part 1/2)

Yeah, pretty much.

#ontherocks #mermay #art #mermay2025 #OCs #folklore #selkies #fantasy #webcomic #comic
Once again the morning was a bleak, friendless contrast to the nights revelry. Morgan lay in a spiritless state, under his quilted blanket, without any real desire to rise to his isolated stone cottage. Eventually however, he did get up, and once again got dressed and sat alone at his table where he drank his both in the cold dawn light. Then he went fishing. There was no Niamh this time. Just the sound of the sea and the sun slowly rising behind the blue clouds. And there was the usual meager catch of fish, but it was enough. When the night came Morgan had lapsed into a mute despair. He stood, still wearing his woolen fishing jersey and woven belt, before the glowing embers of his fireplace, wanting for his broth to warm; a despondent figure in the dim stony dwelling.
May 25, 2025 at 10:07 PM
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crossroadart.bsky.social
If you see this, post a monster 👹

#henchmensguide #OCs #art
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.
May 26, 2025 at 2:08 PM
feyskipper.bsky.social
Posted this a while ago then "organized" my threads and lost the gray one I needed. Thankfully I had ordered two and it was the same dye lot so it matched. All that's left is my least favorite part of tatting, sewing in the ends. I even know how to avoid doing so and still end up needing to. Oh well
A doily in light blue, green, cream, dark gray, and pink flowers. It has a distinct center ring sperated from the middle with a round of cream and another round of cream to sperate the middle and the final ring.
May 21, 2025 at 5:58 AM
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featherfangart.bsky.social
| No Love Is Wasted | ⚔️💮
#originalart
a digital illustration of two gauntlets/hands, a dark one with golden details and white/lighter one, both inspired by renaissance 15th/16th century armor. their fingers are slightly reaching out for each other. both hands are wrapped in a red ribbon that says 'No Love, however brief, is wasted.' In between there are white periwinkles as a symbol for fond memories
May 12, 2025 at 7:36 PM
feyskipper.bsky.social
Maybe my first attempt at blocking with a doily I should have finished and handed over 4 years ago isn't the best. But I am this much closer to giving it to the intended person. So. Yay?
A pinned doily with a light blue border and yellow and purple flowers
May 11, 2025 at 2:05 AM
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QRP with a smiling OC!

… realizing I haven’t drawn a proper grin in a few months oops, yeesh what does that say 😅 here’s a sketch of TY from OCtober
Sketch of a man with tattoos and piercings grinning broadly
April 17, 2025 at 2:03 AM
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kateammann.bsky.social
Happy International Asexuality Day!!!🖤🩶🤍💜
Digital illustration of a crow holding an asexual pride flag in its beak.
April 6, 2025 at 2:10 PM
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nilusart.bsky.social
A maned wolf because these live in my country and I love them 🦊
A maned wolf floating along with some passionflowers.
April 2, 2025 at 3:21 PM
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crossroadart.bsky.social
Have a pretty boy and have a wonderful day.
I love you all, stay strong.

#art #OCs #TransDayOfVisibility
A waist up stark black and white male gorgon (this design was used for block print). His name is Seth. Seth is a white negative on a black backdrop. He sits, wearing a blindfold with his attention directed at the viewer. His expression is unreadably still and quiet; it is not friendly, nor is it aggressive. His snake hair has python like heads and is slowly slithering amongst itself and down his neck. One snake head has slipped down as far as his chest and lingers a few inches above a pair of top surgery scars. Below that Seths slender waist is slightly folded, softening his belly. Despite this, he does not seem relaxed. Relaxing doesn’t come easily to Seth. 
April 1, 2025 at 1:11 AM