I Drew One Too, But It Is Mildly Cursed:

Send this to all your favourite moots and pass the pumpkin round! KEEP THE PUMPKIN TRAIN GOING 🎃🖤🎃🖤🎃

Oh my, oh my, I got two pumpkins!

Mr Pierce took them and made a train for his rats.

Vampurr to vampurr. I've seen people wearing antique Victorian gowns to cinemas to meet the Count, but I'm afraid I'm in my hoodie.

Computer is dead, brain is rotted. The mostly hinged Phanart I'd completed is unavailable, so have some unhinged Nosferatu.

Okay, yarn. Yarn is cool right? Also, who out there likes milk. Milk is cool.

Milk, Yarn, ugh! Milk yarn.

I know I sound crazy but it's real. It's so Real! I feel crazy! It's a chemical process and it's fascinating, it's like, someone looked at a glass of milk and went, "huh, I want to wear that."

Apparantly it's pretty durable. I don't know. I kind of lost my mind a couple hours ago when I first found out, I just climbed out of wonderland btw. People! Don't follow that rabbit!

(what, your ask button said "unhinged messages." This is just happy coincidence.)

I think the invention was ghost-written (ghost-made?) by a cat. (Thanks for the unhingedness! Enjoy a photo of my chucky Lucifer wearing morningstar earrings.)

Two very different vampires

Very nice, Pierce, but maybe don't flash your, ah, ankles. Dear Aurik is by @vladimirsangel

Originally, I only planned a doodle of smol Pierce next to Aurik because a midnight conversation turned from the division of chores in the Dracula household to vampire height difference. But it's been a weird week, and I kept adding to the sketches to unwind. I hope my 'stress art' makes some people happy, too.

On vamp fashion: Pierce's dressing gown is based on Klimt's The Kiss, reference to the Klimt-inspired robe in Bram Stoker's Dracula (1992). Aurik is NOT a brat; he probably borrowed the t-shirt from Vlad. His outfit is a combination of this Goth one and his Ugg boots.

Message in a bottle.

I wanted to get this in writing and throw it into the void. It's either this or try to have a Victor Frankenstein-esque breakdown, which will take too much time and effort. So. This is my monologue about my melancholia and spite. Into the void it goes.

One of my professors was talking about how they think dropping courses shouldn't be an option and went on to tell a long tale of their own perseverance, how you must do things you don't like to achieve in life, why giving up means you're not trying.

And I was sitting there thinking that if I don't make Great Achievements in the future, my story would be told as a lesson. 'She was a bright student, but she couldn't take pressure and dropped out. All that potential, wasted. So stick to the path we've given you and go through with it no matter how much we stack the odds against you and how much you hate it.'

The most ridiculous part? If I do achieve their idea of success, they'll be saying how great it is to be yourself and how their wonderful, inclusive, tolerant system gives you the resources to follow your dreams.

Sometimes, I wish I'm not too weak of mind to take the chances I've been given. I wonder if I'm not struggling, just too soft and too vain to to proper hard work.

Then I try to remember that that's not me talking. That's the voice of people who don't know me and don't try to, talking in my head. The times I've been squashed down, the times I had to make myself small to fit in - all that is real, and it hurt me. None of the people who tell me I'm doing well saw when I was breaking down right under their noses. It's time to go.

It's not easy to choose according to your own judgement, especially when that judgement goes against the values of the people around you. There will be people who support you, if you're lucky, but you will have nobody to follow. And that's frightening. I hope I'll have the strength to say, I'll have it no other way.

I loved going through your comics (and doing a bit of ✨️research✨️ in your art archives) to put in the little details, and listening to the album too! I thought this was the perfect song for Erik, and I'm so glad it's among your favourites when I (discreetly) asked!

Look what i've got from @purrlockswatson !!! I bought the goober cats advent calendar and payed a bit more than i should. And i got this!!!

Ahhhhhhhhh it is so soooo cute!!! And look at the details!!! Erik with his guitar and rose hoodie!! Chrissy wrapped up in a blanket, and they are listening toooo florence + the meowchine!!! Guess the song ahhhhhh 😆✨ guess the album ❤️🔥

And last but not least, sasha!!! Sasha the raindeerdog. I die of happiness.

Today, I worked on my most disturbing writing project that, if illustrated, should look like this:

And then I walked past a mirror and realised that, I kid you not, I looked like this:

Fudging reindeer Christmas pyjama bottoms...

I should rebrand myself before people decide I'm the "last person you'd suspect"-type horror movie villain.

Internet not working, can't upload drawings, so reblog. I'm moving my writing excerpts to this blog, since the other one is for art now

💀💀💀 Three for halloween. Though no pressure :) yay!

Scene: L'Ôpéra des Vampires, the Midnight Summer's Masque. (I'm hungover from rereading Phantom of the Opera and had to write this slightly fanfiction-ish section)

Will give you the bits for the other two skulls soon! Opinions and advice welcome, I don't bite and Pierce doesn't either without permission!Send '💀' in my asks, and I'll post a piece of my writing

For some reason I haven't been able to draw any cats lately. Catch me lurking around the house like a cryptid cosplaying a person.

I can't be bothered to update my meet the artist but I cut my own hair again and I can see my scalp for the first time. Yippee.

@w0lfinsheepscl0thing Yes we can! It's a drawing from my website!

How many literary cats can you recognise?