A messy and strange landscape of garish colors. Chaos plagued by order. A lake spans the horizon with thin yellowish strips of moss float on top barely enough to maintain a couple barren trees. From the bottom of the frame a straight petrified tree pierces through. From the top a black tree reaches downward like creeping hands. An unfinished night looms to the left while blinding light oppresses from the right. In the distance are monolithic structures shrouded in unseen clouds. At the bottom left it looks as if a photo that has been burned at the edge. To the far right is a solid black strip where only alien-looking trees in blue wriggle upward.

#mewdomo 191
unbury temporary

Mewds bent over backwards at a painful near right angle seemingly rising from a pitch black pool of liquid which drips with a thick viscosity and weight off of him. The intense pull of the black fluid even causes his own color to ooze. A bright light casts from above as two streams of black liquid drip onto his face. A few black and white petals rest upon his chest while the faint silhouette of a bare tree looms in the darkness but then is cast as a petrified white branch in a thin stripe of blue.

#mewdomo 190
#mewds
black deep

a series of mewds of slightly different styles intermixed in a chaotic resonance surrounded by hands

#mewdomo 189
#mewds
grasp

A sketchy Wesl unable to hold back tears of blood from their left eye. They have bloody scars on the fingers of their right hand. At their back is another Wesl, painted instead of drawn, in their dark purple color with white hair instead of red. Their right eye is blacked out with a geometric blue pupil. An array of stars loom overhead along with a bramble that transitions from petrified white with black petaled, red budded flowers to charred black with more simple white petaled, red budded flowers.

#mewdomo 188
#wesl
the pain persists
<my eye throbs>
but i do not see

A unsettling scene inside some kind of dilapidated house featuring an obtuse distorted corridor opening up to a darkness. The remains of a large hollowed body lays on the ground, without life, its head lying in a pool of blue water. The floor is made from wood planks that follow an irregular bendy lines. Wallpaper featuring thin dark trees peels and hangs loose from the walls. A lopsided mirror barely hangs onto a wall reflecting almost pure blackness except for the reflection of Timtam, as if we were her, who is mortified of what she sees. Black oil weeps from her left eye, which is black, while blue tears weep from her right which is gold. The sprouts of weeds grow where floorboards have been disrupted and uplifted from the ground.

#mewdomo 187
#timtam
house | esuoh

A more literal "white space" being actually almost pure white save for the vague shape of Luna in the center perfectly cloaked in their bleak hair. They stand in an almost unseen cage of arching bare trees in front of "someone else". A series of fish toys dangle from thread. The arching trees have spikes protruding outward. There is an arrangement of skinny black bare trees. Their shadows seem to point at each other and there is a thin thread binding some trees together.

#mewdomo 186
#luna
unfinished

A harsh red sunset on the banks of a shimmering lake with distant hills. Wesl is kneeling at the center, but is seemingly "out of phase" with the landscape as their presence ripples into waves across the image. Distant massive obelisks, in the vague shape of swords, tower in the distance. One has been cleaved at the hilt as it's pieces hang in the air. In front of Wesl (to the left) is a series of black dead trees reaching towards the sky. The two nearest to Wesl have precise clean cuts through them.

#mewdomo 185
#wesl
i don't want this

A binary scene featuring a tall seemingly impossible house with a peaked roof of disheveled shingles. It stands between the bright brilliance of light to the left and the deep dark to the right. The viewer is peering from behind trees at the HEADCATS acclimating to what can only be described as some kind of "home". Timtam is tending to laundry drying on a clothes line above. Mewds peers menacingly from a window below and to the left. Luna leans out of a window looking down at Wesl sitting on their windowsill. A series of swords stand erect in the foreground as well as a few that have penetrated the house. One in the roof digging into the floor below and one that has been thrust laterally through the width of the building.

#mewdomo 184
#timtam #mewds #luna #wesl
home (?)

A stark landscape scene of a partial green meadow of dense flowers with tall trees in the distance. Rolling clouds billow in the distance, towering over the land, as two stars gleam across the blue sky. The ominous presence of colossal swords loom in the distance. Timtam, adorn in a white dress, is holding a watering can suggesting she has been busy tending to the natural growth of Tamria.

#mewdomo 183
#timtam
gardener's labor

A clash between Samson, a silver haired coffee colored alter of Timtam, and the insanity of Calamity, a Mewds from the Other Space long consumed by insanity. Samson wields Noctura against the approaching Calamity as their golden halo pierces the blue darkness with rays of hope. Calamity, mouth agape and crowned with a rack of sharp teeth, wields a pipe as they swoop through from the dark.

#mewdomo 182
#samson #calamity
pugna est perpetua

#mewdsart #mewdomo #WIP #samson #calamity

do you have a good example of my work that you would say captures some of that feeling? is it specifically my #mewdomo?

Samson, a more drab and dreary alter of Timtam, who has white hair and blue eyes wielding a war hammer seemingly holds back a blue void containing a black star.

#mewdomo 181
#samson | retention

A seemingly albino interpretation of Wesl framed in a dark cutout in a fierce crimson space. They are unraveling, their leg arm their familiar purple color. A flurry of feathers molt aggressively in both black and white. A single black feather is disintegrating.

#mewdomo 180
unravel

A slim figured, seemingly angelic, humanoid wielding the Black Star in an upside-down reverse grip. Their left eye is closed and they adorn a soft smile. Their right eye is obscured by their flowing watery hair, but upon the hilt of the Black Star is a golden eye. A halo of six gold stars float around their head and neck. To the left is a ghastly break in the void revealing a seemingly natural landscape acting as a backdrop for floating islands of water and trees.

#mewdomo 179
[ e-ch-o | o-hc-e ]

i know i said i was going to sleep, but im behind on my #mewdomo, probably noticed 177 is missing (it's roughed but needs rendering) but im working on 178 to at least get me mostly caught up

A silent evening tundra illuminated by a glow on the horizon. A series of bare trees stand firmly against a series of colossal swords embedded in the ground in the distance. In the umbral of the night is a singular black star. Near the foreground, is a lonely white petaled flower with a blue bud glowing in luminous.

#mewdomo 178
nocturne

An annual artistic review in the form of a digital collage of illustrations from each month. Of course, they unlabeled because I'm at 27 hours without sleep and I'm certain most people can figure out that a non-business year starts on January and ends in December. Mostly features personal works of, surprise surprise, Mewds and the other HEADCATS like Wesl, Timtam, and even Luna. Celeste makes an appearance as well. A semi-transparent mewds leans against the trunk of a tree in the bottom right corner.

MEWDS circa 2025
A PERSONAL JOURNEY
#MEWDOMO #HEADCATS

Decided to feature some personal favorites throughout the year. You're sick of seeing Mewds.

accidentally fell asleep again (along with some ever delightful nightmares) and now it's 10pm

im on the cusp of tomorrow already and all ive done is eat potatoes and look at #mewdomo 176 a lot

A bright day in a field of sparsely spaced trees featuring the HEADCATS seemingly caught in some kind of transformative circumstance. All the HEADCATS are human for some reason. Starting from the left: Timtam is dressed like some kind of scout or school girl. She has a dark complexion with vitiligo patches on her skin, particularly around her right eye. She is eagerly cheering at Wesl with the comment "You look GREAT!". Wesl is toasty complexion with their swooping crimson hair obscuring the right half of their face. They're wearing a low V cut purple shirt, high waist mom jeans, and white heels looking down at Timtam a bit exasperated, "I look like a mom ..." Next is Luna who has a fair complexion standing in the shroud of their long jet black hair staring at Mewds who is closer to the foreground. Luna is wearing a deep red colored split-hem t-shirt dress with a design reading TERROR in stylized vertically stretched font. Mewds is last sporting a blue asymmetrical and messy cut peering down at the viewer holding an eggified version of Lil'man. His complexion is ghoulishly pasty and appears to be fundamentally naked under their yellow hoodie that reads "GOT YOLK?"

#mewdomo 176
GOT YOLK?

Timtam with a bloodied halo lurches over the ledge of a transcendent flat land floating in the void. She vomits a stream of blood as it coagulates into globules and floats seemingly unaffected by gravity. The reflection of Mewds looks judgemental within a smear of blood.

#mewdomo 175
the hunger hurts now
all i can taste is my own blood
stay strong
i can get through this
like the other times

i know right? functional hastags??? i can't believe #mewdomo actually works or like #mewdsvids or #HEADCATS

A dark and tall straight tree stands high into a dark sky. Wedges of white cut through with a brilliant glow. Though the tree has leaves upon it's branches, it still appears emaciated and sickly. Wesl is standing on a lower branch, which appears more like a tree growing sideways out from the trunk, clutching a clawed hand by the wrist with pain. Strands of red draws from the stripped bark of the tree's trunk revealing a fester intense redness inside. The tree resonates with bands of white while Wesl resonates with slices of red.

#mewdomo 174
so much pain
it's not mine
i remember
it eludes me
names and faces fall away
like autumn leaves

Under the cover of a nearby tree, Timtam sulks in the shade. Weary and tired, a blue-clad alter of Mewds pats the shaken cat bat gently on the head. They look down with an unfamiliar softness and calm not seen before. The top of their head is covered in a flowering moss beneath a cracked blue halo.

#mewdomo 173
> they're all gone because I wasn't enough
| you couldn't stop what already happened
> then why was I even there
| so they're not forgotten
> that won't bring them back
| only if you believe they're gone forever
—— a point some time after before, tamria

tried to stream to get me to art, but didn't go so well
so now im just finishing my #mewdomo and probably go back to sleep to try again whenever i wake up again

A garish set of rolling golden hills alive with bushy trees some of which have dark trunks and blue leaves. From within the canopy of one tree, pockets of Blue Water hve form streaming straight through the ground into a seemingly mirror underearth. A strange looking Mewds is following an orange winding path as inverse clouds of soot loom threateningly. A couple more barren trees frame the foreground impaled with black swords. One sprouts ghoulish dark branches. A white origami boat tips over the falls of some Blue Water.

#mewdomo 172
tamria (?)

things I do that hurt me but also fill me with goodness:
- speed painting backgrounds into comms without pay
- unnecessary polish on low teir comms
- increasing the resolution of my #mewdomo by 50%
- drinking regular milk

things that only hurt me
- putting bills on credit
- letting Luna cook

entering the ELECTRIC MOSS ZONE because i've been streaming for 13 hours and only finished a #mewdomo and a color doodle comm
youtu.be/DsKoBeLPcrw?...

Timtam sitting on a snowy tree branch in the midst of a winter-clad void. Chunks of earth are sparsely adrift with slim bare trees persist. One fragment has a few dead splintered trees with new green growth sprouting with white-petaled orange flowers.

#mewdomo 171
cyclical effort

Wesl standing in a grassy field between a glowing yellow forest of orange trees and a forest of purple trees. A series of purple rectangular monoliths stand erect across the ground into the background with a couple of them emitting a beam of light upward.

#mewdomo 170
conjoined worlds