So now that I’ve finished my tma relisten, I’ve really thrown myself into tmagp and I’m already so hooked dgskhdkshdk I wish I had time to draw themmmm
Ok so what was up with that season finale I can’t fuckimg take this fhsjhdjgjhhhhh
So now that I’ve finished my tma relisten, I’ve really thrown myself into tmagp and I’m already so hooked dgskhdkshdk I wish I had time to draw themmmm
Ok so what was up with that season finale I can’t fuckimg take this fhsjhdjgjhhhhh
It’s so hard to control myself with tmagp episodes, every time I relisten to tma I go through like 5 to 15 episodes a day and now I gotta ration it because it’s not all released yet and it’s got me gnawing on the bars of my enclosure
New vtm story set in Phoenix USA and I’m looking through the map to decide where I want my character’s haven to be and I genuinely can’t find a city centre that looks like a city centre. Does this place have anything other than eternal neverending suburbs??
Introducing Tristan M. Bowen! He’s a Toreador printmaker with a knack for not only art of his own, but also making forgeries and stealing artworks now and then.
I didn’t have much time to draw him so for now it’s just this sketch, we’ll see what I make of him in the future :D
I just think it’s kind of unrealistic that most of Tremere used to be university students and researchers, and yet they don’t spend the first few months of their unlife in voluntary torpor
Instagram is scary because I only have an art account there, no personal one, and so every time someone irl asks for my instagram I give them the name of the art acc, which directly results in everyone and their mother knowing that I sexualise horror and draw gay people kissing
Another commission for @avarrimedeis of their and their friend’s characters, Caelum and Solani! I love drawing winged characters, so this made me happy to draw ❤️
Vtm session turned into embarrassing disaster, least charismatic person ever tries to roleplay a toreador with 5 points in charisma and 4 points in appearance. Find out more in two weeks
Stop making your toreadors pretty and well adjusted!
They should be WET, they should be MISERABLE, their mascara should be RUNNING, they should be contemplating suicide until they catch a glimpse of a newly opened mexican restaurant’s brightly colored frontage in the reflection of a car dealer’s window and become transfixed by the promise of $2 for a plate of “Fried Beans Anne Rice” before they realise that they will never be able to taste such a succulent meal ever again (and for such a good price!) and are launched into the throes of an even worse depression than before
I honestly love the versatility of sire-childe relationships. Like they could literally have any dynamic. That’s my mom or dad. That’s my lover. That’s my roommate. That’s my best friend. We’re like siblings. We’re mortal enemies. That’s some guy that stops by for a beer sometimes. That’s my mentor that keeps checking in on my progress every night. They saved me. They ruined me. I hate them. I love them. I know nothing about that man. We know everything about each other. See what I mean