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Jaydii @jardtoons.bsky.social · Dec 8
Burritos in the park together is the best feeling ever.

💞 @apptextures.bsky.social

#JARDArt
I love App and I feed him food
jardtoons.bsky.social
I have a lot of foxes, but here's one of the best for the occasion.

The first official drawing of Zanru Starjoy, back when he was gonna be happy, loving, and wanting to spread joy instead of taking thrills and doing whatever he will.

#Zandathru
He's basically a feral fox now with his impulsiveness
September 18, 2026 at 3:36 AM
jardtoons.bsky.social
Step 1: Take one toon, preferably furred, and send through wringer.
Step 2: Fold.
Step 3: Wear.

Here's some thigh-high toeless sandals.

#Flattening
A fox folded into footwear.
September 17, 2026 at 10:16 PM
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jardtoons.bsky.social
Duarkin of the Amber Lamps

Story in Alt Text

#DandyToons #Zandathru
In a world cursed by toony pseudo-immortality, where lethal experiences are often physically absurd and extreme instead of life-ending, there will inevitably become a kind of people who take a special interest in exploring these new extreme expressions of life. Many dark minds have learned to design the cruelest of cartoony experiences to inflict upon their fellow mortals... but very few have taken the leap past the expected culture of healing magic to mantle the challenge of healing toons from toony, presumably permanent injuries. Duarkin of the Amber Lamps is a “kitsune” healer who roams between Bolin, Koschylvania, and the Cardic territories. He is a pacifist and a coward by nature who is wholly dedicated to helping others heal from their wounds. Though his bedside manner and overall people skills are quite terrible. Duarkin has a deep inclination to view people as collections of parts and pieces, rather than a wholly individual person. In the medical field he has found a joy and comfort for his personal perspective, as it has empowered him to treat others as objects in need of repair and as salvageable material. Duarkin, however, is no doctor, and has never taken an oath to commit no harm. He’s just some foxy guy whose friend got permaflattened one day in some violent incident, and he was the only person to take their condition seriously when the village sorcerer resigned his friend to a forever-flimsy fate. With no innate magical talent, Duarkin resorted to using medicinal herbs he could concoct a healing salve with to smear on his friend. It helped soothe his flat friend’s subdermal aches, whilst the act of massaging the gel across their body loosened their malleable muscles back into alignment. Duarkin was quite pleased upon recognizing he had some power to restore comfort and ease of movement to his friend. However his heart fell when he understood that his friend still could not go outside without being carried away and tangled by the wind. As his friend rested inside Duarkin sulked at his village fountain and witnessed how elders in the village used canes to aid their hunched walking and wondered how he could get his friend to use them. He doubted that they would even have the strength to grip a cane, let alone lift one. He later saw injured gate guards used slings wrapped on their shoulder to hoist their arm for healing and came to a conclusion. After sourcing some thread from the local seamstress he prowled the nearby woods of his village in search of twigs. The next day Duarkin walked outside with his flattened-friend standing beside him with an arm wrapped over his shoulder. Affixed to every limb, between every joint, Duarkin had tied twigs and stiff beams of bark to his friend. Their flimsy form stood pressed between plates of bark and shoots of wood, with string tying each splint down. The village was shocked at the sight, and some even laughed and called his friend a “bark sandwich”. Whatever support they’d received was overshadowed by the horror Duarkin felt for his friend’s humiliation. He thought the entire village would be proud of the progress they’d made, and couldn’t let go of the few cruel remarks and looks. That night, whilst his friend remained in bed and rested off the aches from the splints’ weight, Duarkin snuck into the village kitchen to steal some mochi dough and play with some spices. His friend had only been eating whatever berries and fruit Duarkin could crush into a slurry for them to drink. With a paper-thin jawline, chewing had become an impossibility for them. Duarkin initially thought that might have been enough to get their body to heal, but soon realized that the food lacked enough body to help reinvigorate their own. One successful, experimental heist later and Duarkin returned to his friend’s hut with a heavy jug full of mochi and a vase of water. His flat friend groaned at the herbal and sweet aroma gushing from the jug, just before Duarkin began feeding them it one mochi-ball at a time. The texture is squishy, dense, and thick, and it gave his friend a tough time swallowing it despite its sugary, flowery taste. Duarkin spent the entire day sitting with his friend, feeding them sugary, medicinal dough and giving them water between tough gulps. On several occasions Duarkin noticed how the dough would collect in an awkward bulge in his friend’s torso, so he would have his friend lie on their back whilst he took a rolling pin and massaged the dough evenly distributed through-out their figure. After a day and night of ritual feeding and massaging Duarkin’s flat friend had become his slab friend. With splints re-secured Duarkin guided them into the privacy of the moonlight to walk around on their semi-flat limbs. His friend found their movements sluggish as their body squashed under its weight with every step, but they were mobile. After several weeks of physical rehabilitation on splints and a strict diet of medi-mochi, Duarkin’s friend gained the ability to walk on their own without splints, albeit with a significantly squishier body than before. They’d even regained their original shape, if slightly rounded at every corner. Duarkin still saw further challenges lying ahead for his friend, for physically interacting with others and performing labour were still quite difficult with a softened physique. However, he was quite content and even delighted to find more opportunity to help soothe his friend’s difficulties. Duarkin reflected upon the village sorcerer’s failure and resignation when it came to his friend’s supposed fate as flat paper. He reflected upon how his village largely reacted with fear and mockery when he found an avenue past their resignations and was saddened by the ignorance of his people and how deeply they trusted the wizard’s judgment. From that day on, Duarkin dedicated his life to developing non-magical methods using everyday items and simple techniques to restoring & healing the Toon-Traumatized. His friend, the village sorcerer’s apprentice, devoted themselves to developing better medicine with magic by finding avenues for magic to precisely aid the healing mechanisms in the natural body and world. Together they vowed to developing a science to healing which divorces power away from the magically gifted and places it more directly in the hands of the common folk. And in that endeavor they together invented the Amber Lamp: a crystalline, metal staff with a lantern constructed with a medicinal Amber Core from Twistupelo Trees. The staff uses a magical flame conjured inside of the red-resin core, which then burns the core like a slow candle. The heated core sits half-immersed in a cocktail of floral oils which burn into a soothing vapor. With a staff in each hand the two walked between villages to heal others and spread their knowledge and technique. They quickly became recognized for the orange, calming lights which they carried around with them. Eventually the name stuck and the two friends formed the world’s only nationless faction of healers: The Amber Lamps.
September 5, 2026 at 9:23 PM
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darcana.bsky.social
And here we have an image depicting the inner machinations of a true visionaire:
September 16, 2026 at 7:04 PM
jardtoons.bsky.social
Narrow Path

How to fit a fox through a fox hole.

#Zandathru
Fitting a fox through a fox hole
September 16, 2026 at 3:48 PM
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crittergaze.bsky.social
More Wile E. Coyote sketches!
Sketches of Wile e. Coyote 1. Wile E. is flattened to a wall inside a round-shaped cavity (prob hit by a boulder) 2. Wile E. is flattened on train tracks 3 - Wile E. is holding his swollen foot in pain, a anvil is next to him on the ground with little cracks on the ground.
September 15, 2026 at 1:17 AM
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vermyfox.bsky.social
Best.
September 14, 2026 at 11:28 PM
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kazjester.bsky.social
When I say I draw cartoony things that suck I really mean it 📌
male coyote vs acme coyote_vs_acme fanart wile wile_e wile_e_coyote road runner roadrunner road_runner vacme vacuum vore vacuum_cleaner vacuum_vore peril suction sucked hang_on sugophilia bugs bunny bugs_bunny jumpsuit jumpsuits desert windy looney tunes toons looney_tunes [content: vacuum vore, object pred, vore day, voreday, 8/8] Mu, a floating pair of sentient cartoon toon eyes, hides behind a couch as a capybara vacuums nearby a concerned rat. Mu possesses the vacuum and tries to suck up the rat, who holds on against the suction. The rat is sucked in feet-first, and is quickly swallowed by the living vacuum as the capybara tries to get them out. The capybara is sucked in head first, Mu successfully swallowing both whole into the bucket of the vacuum cleaner. [vacuum vore, soft/safe, sugophilia, object pred] a desk lamp on a table is sucking in a brown furred dog woman headfirst, she's sucked into the small hammerspace lamp, her feet sticking out of its mouth, she's then gulped down and in the lamp's belly, which lets out a little burp Terra hangs onto a pod as the exit opens up and tries to suck her out of the room like a vacuum airlock, she calls out for Gayle but let's go and is sucked down a winding pink tube
September 14, 2026 at 5:28 PM
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tonzono.bsky.social
How to make a yappy cat silent : flatten them into a pancake and flip them over... But that works only if they're a toon !

A commish for @feliscouchus.bsky.social ! Tysm ^w^

#flattening #toon
September 14, 2026 at 8:42 AM
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squishyboye.bsky.social
wonder how the party will get out of this one!! c0mm for @butini.bsky.social ! :3
September 13, 2026 at 2:34 AM
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broimjusttryin.bsky.social
now thats a real work of art
September 12, 2026 at 8:37 PM
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skullybonehead.bsky.social
It's still really hot where I live... wanna play some beach volleybear- UH, I MEAN- ball?
September 11, 2026 at 5:15 PM
jardtoons.bsky.social
Bigdii Boss Battle

#Zandathru
Zanru, Kindathu, and Goaty confront a dragon in its cave.
September 11, 2026 at 1:38 PM
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styledfawn476.bsky.social
Toons are a dish best served cold.(Feat. Drakkar/ @notjimmy.bsky.social)
September 11, 2026 at 11:45 AM
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rufflemutt.bsky.social
Illustration Batch #1
September 10, 2026 at 11:14 PM
jardtoons.bsky.social
Wrung-Out & Wrasslin'

#Zandathru
A fox fights a flat bird in a tent and seems to be winning.
September 10, 2026 at 9:47 PM
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jardtoons.bsky.social
No Foxy Doffing

#Zandathru
Oohh, he set the tent up! I bet he's feeling pent up! For privacy so he's all for me I'm gonna jar my friend up! He's big and brawny I need him on me To ruffle my fluff up~ I'm waiting 'n longing! He won't hug back? He's on the attack! Did I say a bad word? Hey cut me slack, I'm givin' you mack Now put away that sword! Author: [[Zanru Starjoy]] Emotion: [[Fun & Play]] & [[Kinks]] Date: 20260114
January 14, 2026 at 10:11 PM
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jardtoons.bsky.social
Then it got much worse for Seth, for no matter how mightily he wriggled he couldn't pop back into shape! People pointed and laughed and wouldn't move to help! They expected him to do it all on his own. He could hear the impatient tap of toes now considering trampling him on their way.

#DandyToons
April 16, 2026 at 12:47 AM
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jardtoons.bsky.social
Lanky loves lounging with squishable Super Toons. Seance Dog, Battlebeast, and Liu make him swoon~

#JARDArt
Squish that dog
May 5, 2026 at 1:49 AM
jardtoons.bsky.social
Mon's Threads bearly cover his physique, but he proudly wears his fit wherever he goes.

#DandyToons
A fairy dragon fox splayed his wings out while perched on a guardrail. The threads are Shiro, the bear.
September 10, 2026 at 12:30 AM
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styledfawn476.bsky.social
“They fell in love with the mask, and they reject me without it.”
September 8, 2026 at 11:04 PM
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tonzono.bsky.social
Even as a toon, you can tank all the crushes you want, it will just make the Game Over screen arrive a bit late :3

A commission for @phantomtf.bsky.social ! Tysm!

Scene and HUD from the video game "Super Mario Galaxy" by Nintendo

#flattening #toon
September 6, 2026 at 8:03 AM
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flopbunny.bsky.social
2 slots open!
flopbunny.bsky.social Flopbunny @flopbunny.bsky.social · Jan 25
Opening 4 slots this time!
$35 for ball, pancake, shaped commissions
$45 half body squish more detail, or normal pose
$55 full body flattening or normal pose
September 5, 2026 at 9:43 PM
jardtoons.bsky.social
Duarkin of the Amber Lamps

Story in Alt Text

#DandyToons #Zandathru
In a world cursed by toony pseudo-immortality, where lethal experiences are often physically absurd and extreme instead of life-ending, there will inevitably become a kind of people who take a special interest in exploring these new extreme expressions of life. Many dark minds have learned to design the cruelest of cartoony experiences to inflict upon their fellow mortals... but very few have taken the leap past the expected culture of healing magic to mantle the challenge of healing toons from toony, presumably permanent injuries. Duarkin of the Amber Lamps is a “kitsune” healer who roams between Bolin, Koschylvania, and the Cardic territories. He is a pacifist and a coward by nature who is wholly dedicated to helping others heal from their wounds. Though his bedside manner and overall people skills are quite terrible. Duarkin has a deep inclination to view people as collections of parts and pieces, rather than a wholly individual person. In the medical field he has found a joy and comfort for his personal perspective, as it has empowered him to treat others as objects in need of repair and as salvageable material. Duarkin, however, is no doctor, and has never taken an oath to commit no harm. He’s just some foxy guy whose friend got permaflattened one day in some violent incident, and he was the only person to take their condition seriously when the village sorcerer resigned his friend to a forever-flimsy fate. With no innate magical talent, Duarkin resorted to using medicinal herbs he could concoct a healing salve with to smear on his friend. It helped soothe his flat friend’s subdermal aches, whilst the act of massaging the gel across their body loosened their malleable muscles back into alignment. Duarkin was quite pleased upon recognizing he had some power to restore comfort and ease of movement to his friend. However his heart fell when he understood that his friend still could not go outside without being carried away and tangled by the wind. As his friend rested inside Duarkin sulked at his village fountain and witnessed how elders in the village used canes to aid their hunched walking and wondered how he could get his friend to use them. He doubted that they would even have the strength to grip a cane, let alone lift one. He later saw injured gate guards used slings wrapped on their shoulder to hoist their arm for healing and came to a conclusion. After sourcing some thread from the local seamstress he prowled the nearby woods of his village in search of twigs. The next day Duarkin walked outside with his flattened-friend standing beside him with an arm wrapped over his shoulder. Affixed to every limb, between every joint, Duarkin had tied twigs and stiff beams of bark to his friend. Their flimsy form stood pressed between plates of bark and shoots of wood, with string tying each splint down. The village was shocked at the sight, and some even laughed and called his friend a “bark sandwich”. Whatever support they’d received was overshadowed by the horror Duarkin felt for his friend’s humiliation. He thought the entire village would be proud of the progress they’d made, and couldn’t let go of the few cruel remarks and looks. That night, whilst his friend remained in bed and rested off the aches from the splints’ weight, Duarkin snuck into the village kitchen to steal some mochi dough and play with some spices. His friend had only been eating whatever berries and fruit Duarkin could crush into a slurry for them to drink. With a paper-thin jawline, chewing had become an impossibility for them. Duarkin initially thought that might have been enough to get their body to heal, but soon realized that the food lacked enough body to help reinvigorate their own. One successful, experimental heist later and Duarkin returned to his friend’s hut with a heavy jug full of mochi and a vase of water. His flat friend groaned at the herbal and sweet aroma gushing from the jug, just before Duarkin began feeding them it one mochi-ball at a time. The texture is squishy, dense, and thick, and it gave his friend a tough time swallowing it despite its sugary, flowery taste. Duarkin spent the entire day sitting with his friend, feeding them sugary, medicinal dough and giving them water between tough gulps. On several occasions Duarkin noticed how the dough would collect in an awkward bulge in his friend’s torso, so he would have his friend lie on their back whilst he took a rolling pin and massaged the dough evenly distributed through-out their figure. After a day and night of ritual feeding and massaging Duarkin’s flat friend had become his slab friend. With splints re-secured Duarkin guided them into the privacy of the moonlight to walk around on their semi-flat limbs. His friend found their movements sluggish as their body squashed under its weight with every step, but they were mobile. After several weeks of physical rehabilitation on splints and a strict diet of medi-mochi, Duarkin’s friend gained the ability to walk on their own without splints, albeit with a significantly squishier body than before. They’d even regained their original shape, if slightly rounded at every corner. Duarkin still saw further challenges lying ahead for his friend, for physically interacting with others and performing labour were still quite difficult with a softened physique. However, he was quite content and even delighted to find more opportunity to help soothe his friend’s difficulties. Duarkin reflected upon the village sorcerer’s failure and resignation when it came to his friend’s supposed fate as flat paper. He reflected upon how his village largely reacted with fear and mockery when he found an avenue past their resignations and was saddened by the ignorance of his people and how deeply they trusted the wizard’s judgment. From that day on, Duarkin dedicated his life to developing non-magical methods using everyday items and simple techniques to restoring & healing the Toon-Traumatized. His friend, the village sorcerer’s apprentice, devoted themselves to developing better medicine with magic by finding avenues for magic to precisely aid the healing mechanisms in the natural body and world. Together they vowed to developing a science to healing which divorces power away from the magically gifted and places it more directly in the hands of the common folk. And in that endeavor they together invented the Amber Lamp: a crystalline, metal staff with a lantern constructed with a medicinal Amber Core from Twistupelo Trees. The staff uses a magical flame conjured inside of the red-resin core, which then burns the core like a slow candle. The heated core sits half-immersed in a cocktail of floral oils which burn into a soothing vapor. With a staff in each hand the two walked between villages to heal others and spread their knowledge and technique. They quickly became recognized for the orange, calming lights which they carried around with them. Eventually the name stuck and the two friends formed the world’s only nationless faction of healers: The Amber Lamps.
September 5, 2026 at 9:23 PM
Reposted by Jaydii
skullybonehead.bsky.social
Happy Flattening Friday! Today, we have @styledfawn476.bsky.social on the pavement with a few folks spectating the poor cervine on the concrete. Those of which are me,
@apptextures.bsky.social, @flopbunny.bsky.social, @greenbirddash.bsky.social, @butini.bsky.social and Kasper
September 4, 2026 at 7:22 PM