Issue #3

The page is surrounded by a blue, curly border. At the very top, a row of decorative spiders hang down across the whole page. Below them, “Halloween special” is written in red, capital letters, with blood dripping down from them.
Next to the letters, on the left, if a skeleton wearing a top hat. Only its torso and head is visible, as it is popping out from the T in Tboy Mag. On the right of the red letters, the words “since 2025” are written in pencil.
The word Tboy is written across the middle of the page in blue, 3D writing. The ‘O’ has been replaced with a picture of the full moon, with two white stars drawn around it. Underneath, the word ‘magazine’ is written in much smaller, black lettering.
“A publication of intellect & vision” is written underneath that in fancy, black lettering.
On the bottom half of the page, eyes have been drawn in black and red crayon, staring directly ahead.
Daphne and Velma from Scooby Doo are near the bottom of the page; Daphne is looking visibly terrified by something to the right of her, while Velma is bending over, observing something. Behind Daphne, a ghost can be seen, writing words on the left side of the page. The words, in grey, dripping lettering, reads “lock up your daughters.” The word ‘daughter’ is surrounded by quotation marks.
On the right hand side of the page, where Daphne and Velma are looking, is a large black crow standing on the very top of a human skull.
They are all peaking out from the bottom of the page where the words: “Tonight’s regret is tomorrow’s folly” is written across in old-fashioned, black lettering (like it’s announcing a show at an old-timey theatre).
On the bottom left of the page, an old box TV is shown with an old 1920s skeleton cartoon playing on the screen. Huey, Dewey and Louie are sitting across it in Halloween costumes: I can’t figure out what one of the costumes is, but one of them is wearing a blue jacket and a red hat, while the other two are wearing a ghost costume and a devil costume.
The words “Issue #3” are written at the bottom right of the page in small letters.
The background to the whole cover is one big black and white spiral, like a hypnosis wheel. As well as the words “Are we delving into mysteries we weren’t meant to know?” which are barely visible and repeated twice in a row.

Cover, created by Logan (He/Him)

Tumblr: @ghostboyravenight

A digital drawing of a black werewolf, full body but showing the side of the wolf, almost in a fetal position. It’s eye is large and red, and it’s baring its sharp teeth. Underneath its nipple, across its chest is a jaggedy red top surgery scar.
The wolf is chained by a red chain around its neck, but the chain has been broken.
The background is black, with words written across it, interrupted by the werewolf but still legible. They read: “Something inside you has changed. You are ravenous. Hairy. And afraid. Most of all, you are an active danger. Or so they all say. But you are part of a brotherhood. You are all monsters.” End text.

Page 2, created by Rhat (He/It)

The background, barely visible behind the text, shows an arch covered in bushy ivy, with a few pumpkins dotted around the bottom. The background itself is a dark turquoise colour.
The title reads “The Princess and the Knight” in fancy white lettering, underlined. In smaller writing underneath are the words “Part 3” and underneath that are the words “by Forgotten Writer (She/Her) in much smaller writing.
The rest of the story reads as follows:
“After almost a day of travel, she came to the centre of the dark and murky place. And as the air crawled with flies, and foul scents assaulted her nose, she happened upon a great and dark cave. Twisted vegetation hung from the rocky lips, and vines swayed in the breeze as little channels of venom ran from the floor and pooled in the stagnant swamp.
There came a great sound as she approached the cave, and the darkness began to move. Something massive and ancient reared out of the entrance, and the princess froze with terror. It was a dragon, if a dragon were made of craggy, black stone. Its hide was thick and gnarled, and swirling wounds and scars covered its body. In size, it was three or four times as big as her horse, with great, bat-like wings and a slender tail that swished through the air behind it. Its eyes were violet, and its mouth was jagged and bristling with teeth.
“Who comes to my den?” It growled slowly, and as it moved, the princess began to realise that it was old. Truly old. In places, its scales had lost their lustre, and some of the scars were badly healed. Its left leg was awkward, as though it had once been broken but not properly set. Yet, for all that, it was still a dragon. Still powerful and dangerous and primal. The kind of creature that does not, sadly, exist in this day and age.
It was one of the last of its kind. The great dragon which had blighted her kingdom. It gazed at her levelly, fixing her to the spot with a heavy glare.
“If you are a challenger,” it said, “then you have come to die. Your bones will join those of the others and feed the swamp! And if some damn fool village has sent you as a sacrifice, turn back! I have no interest in you! I am not some beast to be sated!”

“I am neither,” the princess said softly. “I am a princess and I have come to you because you are my last hope.”
The dragon laughed. The sound was booming. Resonating. Bouncing between the crippled trees.
“I am your last hope? Me? Yes, I can see the royal blood in you now. In your face and bearing. I knew your ancestors, girl. I was there when they first took this land! Do you think you are entitled to my aid? I was here before you! And I will be here after. This is my land, my place, mine, mine, mine! It belongs only to me!”
The princess shook her head again. The dragon’s roar had rocked her to the core, and terror threatened to seize her heart. Yet still, she plunged on.” End text.
At the bottom of the page, in small, italic letters, reads “Tumblr: @forgottenwriter”

Page 3, written by Forgotten Writer (She/Her)

Tumblr: @forgottenwriter

Pixel art of a masculine presenting white person, full body, and staring directly forward. They have a grimace on their face, which is slightly warped.
They’re wearing black jeans and a grey jumper, on which is the male bathroom symbol. Behind them, almost acting like their shadow, is a pink female bathroom symbol, to which they’re pinned to by nails. The nails are stabbing into their arms, with blood dripping down from them. The bathroom symbol is also tied to them by red threads around their neck and shoulders.
The rest of the background is white tiles.

Page 4, created by Victor (He/Him)

Tumblr: @briantheinsomniac

An abstract, cartoon drawing of a vampire. They have brown skin, black curly hair and are wearing an all black outfit (except for white frills and a red bow tie around their neck). They have black wings and a red rose in their hair.
They are smirking at the camera, and raising a middle finger. Behind them, there’s a trans flag, which is dripping blood.
Next to them, in red writing, reads the words: “Be that scary black trans vampire”.

Page 5, created by Ashe (He/She)

Tumblr: @sweetashe

$A piece of lined paper is shown in the middle of the page. The title reads “Stuck in my old room” and is underlined a few times. The rest of the writing, which is hand written and rather scrawly, with a few words scribbled out, reads: “It’s maybe 2 o’clock. Mom used to run the TV to sleep. The disk display of watches roves around. Ring-a-ling. A diamond refracts at my little pillow. The curtains are thick. Red. Barely parted. I have to shut them all the way now. The little lantern by my neighbor’s door skips each peak of the tide that conducts the horizon line. I wonder if I ever slept. I hear the lady in the wall. If you put a real voice behind enough walls, something happens to its owner. They become less than dead. They go to that immortal realm, the azure glow of intangible things. They take their company in my tiny hand. I never got the chance to touch my dreams.” End text. The background shows a dark room, with shelves full of horror movie DVD covers visible on the right hand side. At the top of the image, there is an old TV hanging from the ceiling. On the screen, there is fuzzy, VHS footage of a yellow Dead End sign and two people standing ina field at night with pumpkins on their heads. The writing on the screen, which is illegible due to how small and far away the screen is, is the same poem as on the piece of paper, this time written in yellow. Dotted around the whole image are stars.$

Page 6, written by C.X. Ambrose (It/He)

a collage-style charcoal drawing, depicting a masculine-presenting figure, in the middle of the page, hunched over on their knees and holding their head in their hands. They are wearing nothing but black shorts and binding bandages around their chest and back. Tears are falling from their covered face and onto a puddle on the ground. Everything is drawn in black, white and grey tones.
Surrounding them are paper eyes, small bones and metal cogs.
There is writing above and below the figure, with each word cut out from a different magazine or newspaper, therefore giving them all a different colour and font. Some of the words have been repeated.
The writing reads: “The gears of society crush my bones and form them into something I’m not meant to be. They call me a girl (girl) and tell me to hide (hide) but are fearful (fearful) of the results, their [unintelligible] of me provided.”

Page 7, created by Elias, 17 (He/Him)

Tumblr: @not-linkachu

An image of Leonardo DaVinci’s Vitruvian Man, a sketch of a completely nude man enclosed within a circle with two pairs of arms and legs fully outstetched. The image has various edits on it, including hands cut from a magazine pasted over two of his real hands. One hand doing a finger gun sign, the other doing the devil horns sign with a spiked wristband below it.
There’s a “cut along the lines” symbol going across the man’s chest, and two fancy injection needles filled with a glowing green substance sticking out of his head and knee. There are some patches of different colours dotting the man’s body with visible stiches around them, a safety pin stuck across his penis, and black ductape stuck to his thigh in the shape of a cross. One of his eyes has been replaced by a full eyeball.
Surrounding the man, and covering up the majority of his legs, black rectangles serve as the background for large, green writing written in a Halloween-type font.
At the top of the page, the writing reads: “Blasphemy? Before what God?” End text.
At the bottom of the page, covering the man’s legs, the writing reads: “A God repulsed by the miserable humanity He created in His own image? I will not be shackled by the failures of your God.” End text,
At the very bottom of the page, in black, engraved writing reads the words: “This is my creation.”
The full quote is from the movie Bride of Re-Animator.

Page 8, created by Logan (He/Him)

Tumblr: @ghostboyravenight

Tboy Mag: Issue #3

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