*sneaks in* Pssst, a-are you still interested in drawing prompts for that game?
If so,may I request any Erik of your choice, as well as little kid Pierce for 11?
Alternatively an OC of your choice for 15
Anyways,I hope you are well!!! Sending you good vibes and much love and admiration always!!!π₯°ππππ
(No worries if you don't get to,or don't want to do this ask btw.)
I love your silly goober kitties so muchππππ
Hi, thank you for the ask and kind words! ππ
Prompt 11, OC at age 5. Here's Pierce at ages 5, 15, and 25:
Kiddie Pierce (though Pierce was not his name back then) had a nice, spoiled childhood, he only looks like that because they wouldn't let him hold his favourite rat while posing for his portrait - children often had long hair in his time, like this painting of Winston Churchill.
In his teens, Oscar Wilde had long hair, so so did he. Maybe we can convince him to wear his hair long again, at age 150.
25 was the year he became the vampire Pierce.
I swear I'll return for the rest of the prompts! I really want to draw Phantom cats again, but my brain won't leave me alone right now.
Send me prompts from this list!
The Phantoms meet Love Never Dies Phantom. They are Unamused. I refuse to accept that this Phiasco Phantom is the same entity as the Phantom from the original musical.
I said I'll be pretending LND doesn't exist for the rest of my life. I lied. I watched it yesterday. Lying is bad.
All my Phantom cats here!
Finished a(nother) draft of my writing and looked down to see my gingerbread vampire looking back at me like this:
Mr Pierce... Mr Pierce, what have you done? What do you know? Why are you looking like me that?
Well. Unless this little doofus has better ideas, Tale One is complete - that is to say, it has a beginning and an end and a relatively coherent plot in between. That's a victory for me!
I have to delete so much stuff... too many long talking scenes about the meaning of life and such. I don't know how it happened, and I'm eager for it to un-happen.
Draw me like one of your English vampires.
WIP. One of Cleopatra's occupations is portrait commissions for vampires who can't see their reflections. Pierce is a born model.
Proud of my Regency Era furniture (and my humans), though something still seems a little wonky. I don't know much by way of perspective or proportion, so that's one of the skills I hope to improve this year.
Holy crisps.
Storyboard done. Got out the calculator, and found out I have to do around 100 panels of Cat Phantom drawings. (It's an animatic based on the song "Love me Normally")
Please regularly come to yell at me about this project because I really want to finish it, but I don't know it I have the strength to do so.
Break time. I hope you've all been secretly wanting to see Cherik in a corset because, eh, that's what's happening now.
I may work at a desk so deeply buried in paraphernalia that I only have one small square of surface where I put either my keyboard OR sketchbook, but I insist that my phone apps have a uniform colour that matches the wallpaper.
Hold up.
Tumblr, care to explain yourself?
There goes the vampurr with her coffin full of necessities β°οΈ
I'm going on a trip! I'll probably be logged off for four days, but there's shenanigans queued up, so you'll still technically hear from me.
Feel free to clog up my inbox, I will be very happy to wade through them when I get back.
Catch you later!
He's here, the Woolly Phantom of the opera.
He looks proper annoyed.
L-R: Cherik-style mask, fake nose, angry skull.
Boots appreciation:
See my other Woolly Monster, Krissy the Nosferatu, here!
I'm tired, so have some Pierce being unintentionally funny.
All of these happened during intense scenes or fight sequences. I didn't realise as I was writing that they're pure slapstick. All the Gothic elements of toxic people, betrayal, loneliness and misery are present in the story, but as Van Helsing puts it, King Laugh refuses to be shut out. Sorry, Pierce, you have a kooky author.
Ooh goodness, thank you so much for reading and poiting it out, I will edit it. That is quite an on-the-nose title, I can't believe I forgot it!
Blog post: 5 most Unhinged Sherlock Holmes Stories
My apologies for my radio silence. As the Victorians may say, I have been suffering from delicate nerves (that is to say, miserable for no definite reason that anybody could identify).
I have had this post in the backroom ready to go for a month now, but could never bring myself to finish it - here it is, in all it's chaotic glory.
Me and Instagram have never hit it off, but our relationship got worse after they decided to feed my art to that gluttonous goat, Anthony Ingelthorpe, commonly known as AI.
(I apologise to anyone - or any goats - called Anthony Ingelthorpe. I made that up on the spur of the moment. And I explained the goat in my post on Cara. I swear there's a reason for its presence.)
This is why I now bestow my attentions to the lady Cara. I've always wanted an online art portfolio, and Cara's portfolio/feed separation suits my chaotic gremlin needs perfectly: I can still waffle about things while maintaining a fine reputation for my creations. Brilliant.
If you have an account there, let me know, and I will give you a follow!
And blast you, Anthony Ingelthorpe.
Amanda. Artist. Writer. Victorian vampire. Here lies my shenanigans.
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