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Alex Blott
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I write comics and dabble in other stuff
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Issue #1 of my #comic PuddleJumpers available now on itch and Gumroad 👇
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Haven't been able to get gee'd up and throw stuff for over a month now. Something clicked this evening though 👌
October 15, 2025 at 7:39 PM
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A tearful reunion. 🕸️

#MORKTOBER #MÖRKTOBER
The morning light catches on thousands of strands woven between branches. Each thinner than hair and clearer than crystal. They turn the air in front of you into an oil-slick as every colour takes its turn. It has been a haunting walk through a long dark, and this sight is enough to reduce some of your companions to tears. You yourself feel a relief you did not recognise you needed. That there is still something beautiful to be found in this place. Then the wind moves the web, the colours shift and you feel compelled to watch as they shape the faces of friends you thought long lost. They've just been waiting here for you. You can't believe you didn't realise. All this time you've been forcing yourself to keep going when all you needed to do was sit down and wait for your friends to embrace you. Players must beat a presence check of dr14. Those that succeed are able to roll away from The Weaver's pincers at the last second. Those that fail take d6 damage. any who fail by more than 10 are immediately bound in webbing and must pass a dr15 strength check to break free.
October 13, 2025 at 7:42 PM
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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.
October 12, 2025 at 7:38 PM
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If in doubt. Creepy glowing artefacts, unearthed in the pouring rain. ⚖

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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.
October 11, 2025 at 8:29 PM
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Humming Katamari Damacy for reasons 🪲

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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.
October 10, 2025 at 4:20 PM
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Researching all the delightfully vicious plants in this world for this one 🌵

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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.
October 9, 2025 at 3:39 PM
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Had a proper kill your darlings sesh to make that table fit 👶

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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.
October 8, 2025 at 7:03 PM
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Am I just writing Vignettes now? Maybe. Does adding some conditions make this ok? Almost certainly.

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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.
October 7, 2025 at 5:29 PM
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Heading out to the cinema in a mo so this one was a little rushed 🏠

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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
October 6, 2025 at 4:44 PM
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This one started in one place and went somewhere entirely different. Fun item though 🗺️

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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.
October 5, 2025 at 6:25 PM
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Getting this in just under the wire. Cheers🍻

#MORKTOBER #MÖRKTOBER
The Banshee is a a pub that appears whenever death is near. If it’s for you the banshee calls, you can stall your death by staying inside. But it does not defer the suffering. Wounds still bleed, poisons still burn, and memories still haunt you. “DRINK TO NUMB THE STING OF WOUNDS, AND THE PRESSURE IN YOUR CHEST TOAST TO UNWELCOME DEATH, DELAYED. AT THE BANSHEE, YOU CAN REST.” If players stumble upon The Banshee, many of its inhabitants will offer them treasures in exchange for their help returning to the living world: 1 A warrior with a snapped crossbow bolt punched through their plate offers you her enchanted sword if you can find the other half of the snapped bolt. 2 A poisoner begs that you asks you to bring them a flower grown in a blood-soaked field. If you do, they will share the cure-all they make with it. 3 The proprietor's daughter wants to see the world. If you manage to get her out, The Banshee disappears and she begins to waste. If she doesn't get home within a year, she will die. Save her, and The Banshee is guaranteed to appear the moment before your death. 4 A condemned criminal is convinced that their executioner is still looking for them in the living world. If you find and kill that executioner, they will tell you where they buried a cache of riches.
October 4, 2025 at 9:51 PM
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Experiencing some thematic whiplash right now, NGL.
A meme of a smiling person with rainbow hair sits next to a straight faced person in full black. Text over rainbow hair reads: 'Me promoting puddle jumpers in sept' Text over goth reads: 'Me doing Morktober'
October 3, 2025 at 2:52 PM
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"The 𝔐𝔬𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔦𝔱 𝔍𝔲𝔡𝔤𝔢 approaches."

Welp, guess I know what I'm making for day 11 now.

#MORKTOBER #MÖRKTOBER
The cave you enter is pitch black. Empty but for a  beam of  moonlight pouring through a carved circle high above. Within the cave the light thickens and slows. It pools on the floor.  When you step into the pool, dozens of arms spring from the gaps between light and dark. Each holding a blade uniquely wicked and barbed. You feel them prick your flesh. Voices hiss from the shadows in unison “FOR CRIMES DONE IN DARKNESS, A JURY OF SHADOWS IS CALLED. THE MOONLIT JUDGE APPROACHES.” Any attempt to flee the light will incur d4 damage as the knives dig in to hold you. Alternatively, you can wait out the sunrise, which will free you. Any time in the future you find yourself in darkness, roll a d6. On a 1, the blades spring forth once more to hold you. Advance the JUDGEMENT tracker. From now on... 1 Critters of night and shadow (rats, cockroaches, bats, etc.) flee from the your presence. 2 Your own shadow fights you at every step. 3 The crunch of heavy feet on loose bone grinds out at you from the shadows. 4The MOONLIT JUDGE arrives to pass sentence (see: SCALES).
October 3, 2025 at 2:47 PM
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“Leave! ‘fore the nightmare finds you.”

"MAW" #MORKTOBER #MÖRKTOBER
The people here shuffle through the streets, delerious and muttering. Holding deranged conversations with each other to fend off sleep. One man has trained his dog to bite him if he closes his eyes. Those that do succumb - leant against a wall or splayed in the dirt - either scream themselves back to consciousness or fall down dead. You find a woman, shaking, in a doorway. Working a fingernail into her hand. She sees you and shouts... “Leave! ‘fore the nightmare finds you.” Whenever your characters sleep, roll a D6. On a 1, progress the MAW TRACK to determine what dreams they have. MAW TRACK 0 You stand in a meadow. The sun, high in the sky, warms your face, and the wind plays with your hair. People dance barefooted in the grass 1 The edges of the meadow fall away. The sun is past its zenith, the wind is picking up. The party goes on, uncaring. 2 A reveller falls in. The sun drops lower as someone calls for help. The ground falls away beneath them. Their shouts are taken by the wind. 3 The sun boils red against the horizon. The wind blows away the topsoil, revealing razor rocks that shred the feet of the fleeing. They run towards you, stumble, and fall. 4 The sun is gone. It is not the wind you feel, but the dank breath of something incalculably large. You teeter alone on a column of dirt and rock. It waits. 5 You dream the crumbling of stone. The column falls. You cease to be.
October 2, 2025 at 4:21 PM
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Playing catch-up so here's my #MORKTOBER / #MÖRKTOBER 1: FROG

Hopefully will pull together some lil' collages to go with these over time 🐸
You hear their cursing before you see them. A bulbous, expansive person, dressed in robes that were once fine. They are failing to free themselves from a bog. Their struggles have covered them head to toe in black, stinking mud. And drawn them down deeper, past their waist. Yellowed eyes stare out at you as you approach, flicking left and right with desperation. “Thank goodness you passed when you did! The mud. I am stuck. Save me, please.” They reach up to you from the bog. Their palm is the only part of them that has avoided being completely caked in mud. The skin is pink and fresh but the mosquitos do not rush towards it like they do your own skin. A single bright curve of scarlet woad can be seen beneath their left eye. Missed by the mud. The warning marks have been hidden, but the danger remains. To touch them invites... D6 1 Boils, rupturing 2 Colours, vibrant 3 Voices, arguins 4 Truths, unfiltered 5 Visions, haunting 6 Agony, unyielding After touching you, they wait for a moment before rising easily from the bog. The mud sloughs off them, revealing long, reptilian nethers, and the bones of previous victims.
October 2, 2025 at 12:28 PM
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Beautiful, thank you. That crimson certainly earns its name! I love celadons. Got this lovely oozy effect out of one recently on one of my clays.
September 23, 2025 at 2:12 PM
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Bought a new toy...
September 15, 2025 at 4:38 PM
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My face waking up to see that we've hit our goal! PuddleJumpers Issue 1 is going out into the world 🙌🛩️
Byron from PuddleJumpers with a big grin on his face, celebrating. A 'Just Funded' sticker from Kickstarter superimposed over the top.
September 11, 2025 at 8:44 AM
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Only £28 from being fully funded 🙌 Thank you to everyone who's shared and backed so far. It's really energising to see people putting their support behind the comic. Makes me want to crack on with writing issue 3!

#indiecomics
An image of a kickstarter banner, reading: Puddlejumpers - Issue 1, almost funded. 93% funded, 19 days left.
September 10, 2025 at 8:09 PM
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The kickstarter's only been live over the weekend and already we're over 33% of the way there! Thank you to everyone who's backed it, I'm tremendously grateful.

If you haven't backed but would like to, you can do so using the link below and find out what's got Melia going from 😠 to 😡

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A pilot dressed in an orange jumpsuit and a blue pilots scarf stares with an annoyed expression straight into the camera. A pilot in an orange jumpsuit and a blue pilots scarf holds her hands up in obvious frustration. Her mouth is opened as though she's shouting and her expression is angry.
August 18, 2025 at 2:25 PM
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Putting together a concept art book to give away with the PuddleJumpers Kickstarter. Which is launching this weekend 🛫 #indiecomics
August 14, 2025 at 5:18 PM
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Special delivery 👽
August 14, 2025 at 1:58 PM
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Normally more of a wheel potter but have been dabbling with simple sculpture and made these cuties.

(Makes me think of the Pixar lamp) 💡
August 8, 2025 at 5:58 PM
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Thanks for the love on the last post about PuddleJumpers. If it piqued your interest, you can read the first 3 pages on the Bindings app now 🦤 bindings.app/read/VI5n4nOE #indiecomics
August 6, 2025 at 8:27 PM
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Lovely to meet you too! Here’s the bird pervert spot in its current state. I’ll send a pic once I’ve found a home for everything.
August 3, 2025 at 4:27 PM