hellooo I'm Kas! I'm super into ttrpgs and most of my art is of OCs from my games hehe. My current obsessions are VTM, WTA, (pretty much everything world of darkness rn), Call of Cthulhu, and... star war 🥰 check out my art tag.
I also do commissions and right now they are CLOSED! Here is my commission post for more info.
Also ouuugghh follow me on insta @ walkingomen
Below are my OC tags if you wanna see all the little art/posts I have of them :)))
WORLD OF DARKNESS:
Jacinth Riley - VTM, thinblood sorcerer, drummer,, i love them [Playlist + Pinboard]
Kohen Morris - WTA, nuwisha rocker >:) he's dumb and has a lot of hair [Playlist + Pinboard]
Aurel Viada - VTM, a crazed toreador poet who has a totally perfectly healthy kindred family :) [Playlist + Pinboard]
Naveed al-Bashar - VTM, banu haqim blood sorcerer with some crazy mommy issues. in my bf's words "dripless princess" [Playlist + Pinboard]
Eli Desmond - VTM, ravnos in the Victorian era who’s posing as a gangrel, he’s so normal 🥰🫰 [Playlist + Pinboard]
CALL OF CTHULHU:
Danny Sung - EUROPE ABLAZE, Jazz singer with memory loss who was blackmailed into working for the N network (me makes me sob) [Playlist + Pinboard]
STARWARS:
Xsiah Praz - DRIFTERS, nightbrother who was identified as a force user and trained to be an inquisitor... [Playlist + Pinboard]
SHADOWRUN:
Nico Leblanc "Havok" - BURNING NIGHTMARES, ex-military magician with so many problems... [Playlist + Pinboard]
Matthias Leoven - LACERATED MINDS, escaped Mitsuhama guinea pig with an AI in his control rig, [no playlist yet.. + Pinboard]
MISC:
Reece Maydewell - CITY OF MIST, a rift of Mímir who uses his powers to con rich people out of their money [Playlist + Pinboard]
Issius - PATHFINDER 2e, an automaton who was trashed by the inquisition due to his emergence, he used to hunt others of his kind [Playlist + Pinboard ARE BOTH WIP]
I started playing vampire: the masquerade, here's my boy Emil. Pathetic little loser thin-blood trying to make sense of his new existence and at the same time impress the real vampires who took him under their wings 😳
We are going to be posting the applications for the Tumblr of Darkness Secret Santa event tomorrow morning and will have them open for about a week to give everyone who wants to participate a chance to join! Please note - just due to some logistical reasons this is an art-only event. BUT IT IS OPEN TO ALL SKILL LEVELS. I don't care if you don't think you can draw, the fact you tried is what makes it a wonderful gift!!
SPECIAL SPECIAL SPECIAL thanks to @auspex for helping me get this set up! You're so cool and I appreciate you deeply!!
Hello!! I'm looking to set up a secret santa event for anyone would like to write for and receive writings of VtM canon characters or canon x reader for Christmas 🧑🎄🎄🎁
I would really love to have more events for creative writers in the community as a whole and this would be OPEN TO ALL SKILL LEVELS!!
Have a piece you've been sitting on? Ever wanted to pick up the pen (or bang out something on your keyboard) but hesitated? Here's your chance to brighten up someone's day! ✨
Please vote in the poll below if you're interested!
Would you participate in a VtM Secret Santa Writing Event?
Yes!! :D
No :((
Voting ended onNov 7, 2024
It would greatly help if you could pass this around and REBLOG!! 🫡 We need more reach, thank youuuu 🍒🙏
Feedback in comments and/or tags are very welcome :3
P.S. Ignore the rough cover image above btw, I have no design skills lol!
Author's Note: It’s been such a joy to take part in @vampemoqueen’s WoD HalloZine—my very first zine! Thank you so much for this experience and putting it all together. Here’s a short story of Kai, my beloved Ventrue, and the shadows of the past that haunt them.
Content Warnings: Brief references to drugs, self harm, maybe suicide (if you squint?), nihilism, and murder of a child.
“Jesus!” they cursed as their feet plunged into the silty drainage and mud squelched underfoot.
It had only been a little over half an hour since Kai entered this godforsaken place, burrowing their way underground like vermin. Beyond the manhole covers overhead, cars zoomed by and train tracks rumbled. They were still close to the surface, close enough to hear the city breathe.
However, down here, filth and grime carved out names for themselves on the grooved walls. At first, they gagged at the stench, finding it unbearable, but as their senses adjusted, one smell blended into another, like a sickness they could no longer distinguish.
Under normal circumstances, they would never be caught dead wandering around the sewers downtown. But since when were things normal? Like all fledglings turned neonates, they had been obeying tall and elusive orders every night since their Embrace. Except, they weren’t like the others—they were groomed to succeed and never to fail.
There was another splash as the ground sucked them in, causing them to sink knee-deep.
“For Christ’s sake!” they yelled again in frustration.
All at once, they heard the scolding voice of Liezel, their mother, resounding in their head just like it was yesterday, “Kai! How many times must I tell you? Don’t take the Lord’s name in vain!”
They mouthed the words as it came. Liezel’s arms were akimbo, her brows furrowed as spittle flew across the room. She had rapped their knuckles harshly with the wooden handle of a feather duster for good measure.
Kai could feel the sting of pain upon their hand, as clear as day, but sharper still was the humiliation, the hurt pride. Their younger stepbrother, Alfie, had giggled to himself in the corner. They clenched their fists. People said they took after their mother’s temper, and more often than not, they found themself agreeing.
At this point, their tailored pants and leather shoes were soaked through and ruined. Even dry cleaning wouldn’t be able to salvage them in their miserable state. Grimacing, they brushed beads of waste water off their waistcoat—it was Sisyphean, almost—as new drops replaced old, blooming in piss-drunk patches across silk weaves.
Why had their sire, Elena, sent them here again? Oh yes, “The sewer rats,” she said. “They’re hiding something from us. Find out what it is.”
They flipped their damp bangs away from their face in annoyance. Nearly two decades as a Kindred and they were still an errand runner—to Elena, to Lady Josephine, and in turn, to Baron Judge, the overarching Camarilla… Stringing them along with faint promises of power, like seductive wisps of smoke unfurling from their tongues, slithering into their ear and making a home in the hollow cavity of their skull.
Well, there were no sewer rats here. Through the dimmed shadows of light, all they could hear was the sound of sewage flushing through the system, pipes hissing and shaking, and molded moisture leaking from the arched ceilings. As they took a right, a group of vagrants huddling over a naked fire in an oil drum eyed them suspiciously. One crawled out from his tattered cardboard bed and shambled over to them.
“You got any er—”
Fentanyl. Meth. Heroin. He probably thought he could score some. The mole people—the homeless, the addicts, the outcast. They lived underground, in the flood tunnels, because there was nowhere else to go. Sometimes the water would reach so high that a bunch of them would drown. Not being quick enough made them easy pickings for the Nosferatu, but still bad blood all around.
Kai scrunched their face in disgust before relaxing their expression. Maybe they would have some use for this pitiful thing in front of them. With a practiced smile, they simpered, “I do… but first, tell me, how well do you know this place?”
The man coughed and shivered, grinning with swollen gums and putrid teeth. “Like the back of my hand.”
A guide. The gatekeeper of the sewer entrance had talked at length about its subterranean depths. Perhaps this man would know more. Raising an eyebrow, Kai focused their gaze, making sure their eyes met. A thin ring around their irises glowed—subtle, enticing, yet demanding. “Take me to its belly.”
He blinked slowly, once, twice, and then nodded. “This way,” he beckoned, turning around and trudging off through the labyrinth like a good soldier.
And so, Kai carried on, past winding corridors and forgotten lairs, crushing soiled glass and used needles beneath their heels. At the sides, strange altars decorated with melted wax candles and rotting pomegranates honored secret gods. The tunnels got darker and colder, so much so that they had to rely on their phone light to brighten up the path, but the guide didn’t seem bothered. In fact, he became livelier the deeper they went, as if he were drawing energy from some unknown source.
“Albert and Persephone would have a field day with this,” Kai grumbled under their breath, mocking the two absent members of their coterie behind their backs. Sarcasm dripped from their lips, cloying and condescending.
They recognized that same unease they felt whenever Albert conducted one of his ceremonies, or the time they witnessed Persephone casting eerily-shaped shadows from her bare hands. The taint of Oblivion clutched at their unbeating heart and made their skin crawl.
Distant screams and moans from an alley interrupted their thoughts and a gnarly hand tugged at their arm. “Not there,” the guide warned before taking off again along another passageway.
The metallic stairs they descended afterward screeched on its hinges, clanking against the wall. Kai wondered how far down they went. It felt like they had been walking for miles. At some point, their phone light flickered and went out, and they stood in total darkness on the suspended staircase swaying in the chilled air.
It was so silent you could hear a pin drop, which was weird, precisely because they heard nothing. No creaking, no footsteps, not even the sound of one’s breathing.
Where had their guide disappeared to? Was this some kind of twisted prank they had fallen for? But it couldn’t be, that mortal should’ve succumbed easily; they saw him submit, enslaved by their will, he couldn’t—
“Kai! Help me, please!” a shrill cry pierced their left ear, shocking them to the core as they stumbled blindly forward, tumbling down the flight of stairs.
When they finally hit the rock-hard ground, something wet and sticky trickled down the side of their face as a dull, throbbing ache blossomed from the crown of their head. “Shit,” they muttered, tasting tangy iron on their lips, like licking a battery.
Dazed, they tried to pick themself up, only to slip on the waxy surface, falling into the muck on all fours. Shame and embarrassment rushed in twofold, rising like waves of heat towards their chest. That prickly feeling at the back of their throat returned, threatening to come apart. This couldn’t be happening—not to them, they didn’t deserve this.
“What do you think you deserve?” the same voice whispered in their ear. Cold, unnatural, and unfeeling, but uncomfortably familiar.
“I deserve a lot more than you!” Kai had screamed, back when they were kids playing on the cliffs along the coast. Resentment reared its ugly head as they glared down at their stepbrother. His chubby hands grasped the cliff’s ledge while he dangled in mid-air, squirming beneath Kai’s feet.
“I deserve all of this!”
They could crush him right now, that stupid weakling who’d never worked a day in his life, who’d everything handed to him on a silver platter, just because he was the favorite.
No one would know.
Crush him.
Do it.
The whispers grew louder as they buried their head in their hands and growled.
“Kai! Help me, please!”
They took one more look at their stepbrother’s soft brown eyes and the ocean of tears that had welled up in them, before setting their foot down on his tiny fingers, treading on them like ants. Alfie lost his grip and Kai had watched quietly as his body was reduced to a simple ragdoll in the tempestuous wind. His limbs tossed about wildly as the howling gust drowned out the boy’s cries. Jagged bedrock by the cliffside framed its subject like a moving watercolor painting. If they squinted, they could pretend it was a bird diving to catch its prey.
They waited, patiently and then some more, until the red sea foam turned pale, and all that was left was a memory of what once was. One less mouth to feed, one less child to fawn over, one less rival to tussle with. Time didn’t bring any remorse. Perhaps they had been a monster even before they were reborn.
From afar, an unearthly roar and mechanical whir shredded through the stillness, jolting them back into the present. Was this what the Nosferatu were hiding? Kai had heard stories of otherworldly entities that existed on this plane, undecipherable, unseen to the naked eye. There were more than just Kindred around, and they were beginning to realize that they weren’t on the top of the food chain.
Bolting forward, they couldn’t care less if they looked more animal than human as the sludge clung to their feet. It felt like a mass of hands creeping up their legs, dragging them down into the dirt where they belonged. They should’ve been put down for what they did. But they felt nothing. Years and months of nothing. At the funeral, they pressed a shard of glass into their palm, squeezing it within the pocket of their trousers, so that they would cry. Liezel couldn’t look at them for weeks.
Maybe this was the day of reckoning, their last chance to repent, but was there really something to feel guilty for? They had merely taken what was rightfully theirs from the beginning—before their mother remarried another man they were forced to call father, before they were told to sacrifice whatever they had for the sake of the other son.
They had reached the end, knowing this to be so as loose stone and rubble gave way, crumbling into the void pit below. It was pitch black, a long drop into a vortex of emptiness. For every second they stopped to pause, the darkness enshrouded them further, heavy and suffocating as it seeped in through their orifices.
And they were back on the cliff, at the scene of the accident. Although, instead of Alfie, it was Kai who was standing at its edge, waiting to be pushed.
“How does it feel to be in my shoes? How does it feel not to exist?” The tone was derisive, contemptuous.
Did Alfie expect them to accept their fate? To beg for forgiveness and mercy? They convulsed with laughter, the sound ricocheting off the walls. Their body was hollowed out, empty, a vacuum where nothing could be replaced.
There was only one thing left to do. Fear and weakness had no place in the Clan of Kings.
“Don’t you know?” they remarked, eyes black as coal. “I always win.”
Set in Hungary, during the years of World War I, we follow Mina, a young woman who finds herself faced with a dilemma that will cause a major chain reaction in her life. Between hiding her gender and dealing with a threat she never believed was real, the girl must make a choice between abandoning who she was or embracing every part of herself - all while the world crumbles around her.
I finally finished translating my VtM story! I'm well aware of how much I babble about my guys, but now I can finally share this complete work with the tumblr community! Allow me a moment of sentimentality saying that this is one of the things I'm most proud of in my life :')
Buying options:
Gumroad 𓋹 Amazon (soon) 𓋹 Or simply via DMs! I'll send you a link with the files after payment :)
Oh! And if you use Goodreads, feel free to log your reading progress.
I assure you that I studied a lot of the subject (from Remarque's work to real documents) so as to not be insensitive with the real event; while I publish the translation today, this project started in 2022.
I still plan on writing two more, with each being simultaneously a complete narrative and a piece of their story! But, being 100% an independent work, it won't be here for a while.
Misc. Stuff:
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(Since my "drawing drive" is not necessarily linear with the plot, I didn't add illustrations to the e-book file)
Extra Disclaimers:
• I priced it based on a poll I made, not only on bookstore costs, but if it sounds too much feel free to haggle! My intention is simply to share this story, not to become the next Bezos-
• I removed all mentions of VtM/WoD creations so as to not have any legal troubles, since this is an official publication (with ISBN and all!). The rights of this work of fiction are also already registered and protected.
• No A I was used in any part of this creation! It was all my sweat and tears work. I'm usually not the proudest person, quite the contrary, but it's kinda cool to be able to say that all this, the story, illustrations, translation, graphical project and physical production of the original portuguese release were all made by me :)
• Not only this is a vampire story, it's also set in war; I recommend this book for an 18+ audience.
something so crazy-making about unhealthy mentor-protegé relationships. we're foils, we're mirrors, we're the same person, we're a parent and a child, we're lovers, we're enemies, we'd be better off without each other, we'd kill and die for each other
