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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna

Anonymous asked:

Do you do commissions? And if so, what are your rates?

Not really. I’m usually fighting my own lack of inspiration or desire to draw, which ensures I have little time for other projects.

I always say I might if the right pitch came along.

I’ve only done commissions twice. One was for 300$ and has never been posted. The other was a portrait for 40$. So there isn’t really a set rate.

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A naive young tiefling gains the favor of the Lady of the White Well and sets out to win her hand through daring deed. Some years later he is approached by one of his impatient ancestors. Though he is uncertain of his lineage, his progenitors are...

A naive young tiefling gains the favor of the Lady of the White Well and sets out to win her hand through daring deed. Some years later he is approached by one of his impatient ancestors. Though he is uncertain of his lineage, his progenitors are ancient tiefling vampires who induct promising scions of their line to the circle of blood. However, they have been waiting for him to sire an offspring and its obvious that his sworn love is not putting out any time soon. Now the pestering clamor of “when are you going to settle down” haunts him along with the horror of undeath.

I fiddled with it too much and ruined it. So this is the only capture from three days ago that looks alright to post.

misterxart tiefling hexblade rpg character dungeons and dragons

I read Trolley No. 1852 this evening. The premise is “HP Lovecraft writes erotica.” 

I can’t find words to accurately describe the disappointment I feel. The shock value is sophomoric. The prose is awkward and reads too formally to not sound absurd when paired with scenes of sex. Its not funny enough for me to consider it dark comedy and it is too detached to be erotic. So what the hell is it?

The book itself is very pretty though :p Hardbound slim volume, stylish illustrations, limited print run, signed copy. I guess it will look nice gathering dust.

Just had our brainstorming session for a sequel to our tremulus game of last year. (Think horror, Call of Cthulhu, sanity shattering stuff)

In 1933, a genocidal chrononaut from the 21st century convinces a cocaine-addled doctor on the breaks to endorse his sickly antiquarian employer’s expedition to the Arctic in search of Hyperborea. The trio travel north to find wrecked dirigibles and ancient civilizations.

I think we may have jumped the shark on this one.

When you naked, so shiver in the drizzle.
Look at clothes by your feet and think, oh yes, warm.
Then eat them by mistake. 

When you dream be dream, but only of a gloomy loctosed.
When you park so wrong, ee headlight smash bumper breaky
shuttle bang bang bang like fucking pinball. 

Then oo welcome. Ah. Oo magm welcome in Blue Jam.