Content Warning: mention of sexual assault. She doesn’t know the face of the king of Ithaca; the throne goes to whoever is bold enough to sit in it of a night, drunk and japing, japing and drunk, drunk, drunk. Always drunk. Melantho keeps her head down, and creeps past the raucous men, aching and sore, […]
I’ve been doing a lot of cooking the past year or so. Mo got a pretty tough job that leaves her without a lot of time and certainly without a lot of energy, and, as has long been established at this point, I argue with my keyboard for a living. It was destiny that I […]
Eventually it was going to get to this point. Eventually I was going to get isolation brainrot so severe I actually wrote a full analysis of a piece of art that shows up, once, in the Star Wars: Clone Wars cartoon. In my defense, such as it is, they gave me something incredible to work […]
I hacked John Harper’s Lasers and Feelings into a game about chivalric romance as a thought exercise in about four hours. If I didn’t do somethin’ productive I was gonna snap. SWORDS AND SONGS YOU ARE among the fairest fellowship of knights that ever a holy king held together. Sworn to serve this king, to […]
Shitty old vampires in love. The former contessa, current blood-witch Dolores, a native Lucchesi and her steadfast, absolutely loyal retainer Mykjal, a Northman, Nosferatu, peasant, and absolute powerhouse of a man. And the piece this is based off of:
A little fanart of Malcolm Roberts, a MASKS character made by Nikodraws, who you can find here, and here, and why don’t you buy them a coffee here, right now, immediately. The leader of the New Algernon paragon team, he’s taking this opportunity, while no one is around, to let his many eyes get some […]
Like I said, Yui brings the good shit. A title card for their upcoming Mage: The Ascension chronicle. Wonder what’s up with that cool looking lady? Hope she’s got nothing but good things planned for our intrepid Technocrats…
Yui continues to give me The Good Shit, this time with a commission of the character Jabril, an incredibly unfortunate young woman having a tiny bit of a massive, soul-shattering problem. It’s not fair, but nothing about being a Nephandus is fair…
“–long I suspected the one to solve — Potestas Vitae would — female, for who hath God in His — granted a closer relation– to Blood than Woman?” Fragments of a letter, c.1200s, in the chantry archives of Lucca. Dolores da Lucca, blood witch of note.