so i participated in the vsrp secret santa event as @croakingartist and got Shelby (vampiresforbigfoot)

i did my best to try and draw how i imagine Robin would, that being with charcoal, charcoal smudges, on rough old paper and leaning more towards realism? ... i really need to practice realism cuz this isn't it, i just whipped this out no references and mostly my own style.

Some avid stuff from stream

also I was bored and listening to music so here’s @anonymousglassofwater and potato :))) I may color it later :D

(be mindful of spoilers)

Phil stared at Oakhurst.

He hated this place, it's taken so much from him, and so many others.

And yet... he was staying because of the two young vampires he'd promised he wouldn't abandon.

There were others who also remained; He caught glimpses of Cleo and Pearl every so often, and the graves that had been dug for those who died were often visited as well.

...

Phil's camp was messy from the chaos of the past week, and he could tell someone had ransacked it at some point in time. Though, he'd hardly been near it in the insanity, having let himself go just a bit too much (if his white hair and red eyes were anything to go off of)

he didn't mind his hunting gear being gone too much either. whichever poor soul had taken it probably needed it more than he needed it now.

he was done with hunting, at least for the next couple decades.

Robin has little faith in his ability to read a map, but he is, for once, pretty sure he's at the right place. Or at least he should be, the castle is in the right place, he could see the town of Oakhurst in the distance, he assumes it's Oakhurst at least, and the bridge more than anything definitely matches how old this castle supposedly is... It's not bad, the castle is still gorgeous, just, not what he expected... and clearly much more recently built. His mood dampened a bit at his expectations of a historical monument, an abandoned castle, he had hoped if the place was stable enough he could sleep inside for once... Chances are they'll be sleeping outside again.

After standing infront of the large castle doors for a considerable amount of time, stalling, he doesn't really want to talk to people, it's why he came here first, but it was apparently unavoidable and now even more so considering he is now DRENCHED from the waist down in water and mud due to not trusting the less than sturdy looking bridge.. he still doesn't, he has no regrets... Maybe a few regrets.. like wading through water and climbing hills in the middle of autumn, when the sun is soon to set.

Before he can stand there another ten minutes doing nothing but shiver and look pitiful, his body decided to knock on the door and hope somebody is in there and didn't mind traveling artists that needed a place to dry, or draw, or snoop around a bit.

having no drawing tablet isn't gonna stop me from doodling Legs wanting to give me a hat cuz my feathers got chopped by a certain somebody

cough cough Potato cough cough

i made myself that small as a joke, but i guess i am a lost child now lmao :')

Okay guys but just think about it.

Vsmp collage au, yes?

...

but whos the school news reporter/journalist???

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...

Haven’t drawn someone from that angle before so I hope I did you justice Water lol

also bonus doodle:

@the-author-and-her-tale

Robin proceeds to look up from his map, somehow not noticing that a person had approached them

"Ah-! Hi! Yes, I am, we- well.. if I read the map correctly, we should be near a town called Oakhurst"