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Random sketches/memes from my finished VTM campaign go (But mostly it's my nosferatu dirtbag Sparrow)
Treating myself by making some dirtbag Nosferatu dude, as I’m gonna play VtM soon for the first time :^) His name is Sparrow Cutter btw!
finally have a name for this lil (100+ year old) shit (its cosimo)
World of Darkness
World of Darkness versions of Dancy and Meredith for an april fools gag
Is Robin an imbued hunter?
Ah, a fellow HtR enthusiast I see.
Robin is a bystander. She has supernatural powers although they all come from her True Faith... also Tremere blood. Mostly Tremere blood 🦟
A Priest gargoyle with unproportionally huge hands, my beloved <3
In addition to that post I also have a height chart. Died in the process of drawing so many fullbodies and it's not even all of them :')
Dunno how to present them to my audience to make it entertaining and not too complicated so here's the universal solution:
Memes
Please enjoy!
Icons of my WoD OCs! I'll put some info below, tho it's full of in-game terms 🤡
Blackbird (With-Friends-on-the-Other-Side), Theurge metis garou from Children of Gaia tribe.
Čížek, Sheriff of Darwin, Australia. Mysterious malkavian of unknown generation rumoured to be a survived ravnos antediluvian.
Golden Magpie, Anathema. Polish partizan embraced during WW2, 8th generation nosferatu Autarkis, previous Anarch.
Fénix-Otis Merlo-Ortega, 10th generation gangrel caitiff, shovelhead on the loose who managed to retain his 9 dots in humanity.
Robin, vampire hunter who targets Tremere clan only. De jure a ghoul of one young lasombra antitribu, de facto involved in a complicated slow-burn relationship.
Tiger of the South, Ductus, 9th generation gangrel from Australian Sabbath. Fénix's Sire, although they never met after the embrace.
Diablo, Priest, 6th generation tzimisce diablerist from Australian Sabbath. Follower of Wild Heart path.
Alva, nocker, run away from her parents after Chrysalis. Was picked up by an old samedi vampire who later became her parental figure and probably role model.
If you'd like to hear more about them - my DMs and askbox are always open.
Ps. I'm fairly new to WoD community and wouldn't mind to chat about other WoD characters and stuff 👉👈
From 0 to 10 how scary they is?
Check out their reference under the cut. I'm no gore nor body horror artist tho I won't stop trying to master this skill. At least to me this was a nice attempt compering to what I usually draw. So, what do u think?
Their name' Diablo tho. Australian Sabbath tzimisce at your service.
So proud of this one tbh. Worthy enough to post separately. Artfight attack for @loxanchives and cluttered.sketch on insta.
Friend of mine spent like 5 hours explaining to me the lore of vampire the masquerade from the world of darkness universe, and here’s what I drew in the meantime.
Mind you I have never seen anything about this before, but it was a nice lil session.
＿φ(￣ω￣ )
Supposedly a gargoyle or shapeshifter?
I can't stress enough how happy I am to see someone with the same type of brain worms that i have
Hey there, folks! I don't really post much as I don't have much to post about, but this one is important to me.
My closest friend has been writing over the past few months. And personally, I find it to be extremely good. It's verbose and detailed even for the few chapters few currently out, but it's enthralling and grips you so quickly. Their characters have such great interactions with each other, their world feels mysterious and somewhat unknown, their ideas and universal mechanics are just downright exhilirating!!
So what exactly is it? We'll, let's get into that!
Welcome to:
Intermenides
Intermenides is an urban fantasy web novel focused around the story of August, Nadir, and Lawry trying to navigate a world beyond the veil of typical human understanding, one full of mystical beings and gods beyond comprehension, and the intersecting pair Silas and Rayne as they track down supernatural (henceforth referred to as Housefolk) dangers underneath the orders of the shadowy and questionable Ministry of Natural Law. A couple sources of inspiration include Paradox's World of Darkness and Weather Factory's Secret Histories games, but ultimately it was spawned from a writing prompt and grew into something larger due to passion and love of writing.
August Hall and Nadir Ruiz are on the run after a shapeshifter of some type took on Nadir's guise and attempted to kill him. Nadir, not knowing who else to go to, ran to August for help and resulted in her awakening to her latent spellcasting abilities and status as a witch. The mimic has not given up its search though, it continues to track and attack the pair seemingly regardless of where they go, for reasons they do not understand as of yet. The duo stumbled into Lawry, a disabled spellblade and former authority figure amongst the world of the Housefolk, and have been staying on the road with her in order to find a solution to their mimic issue; supposedly within a strange and magical book titled Intermenides XIV.
July Lawson, AKA Lawry, is a hard to read, closed off individual. She is often obfuscating information, if not outright lying about topics she believes the duo is not ready to be exposed to. She was once a noteworthy and recognized figure amongst the Housefolk, and a spellblade of borderline legendary status, yet somehow all traces of knowledge on her vanished years ago. Lawry has a strange demeanor to her; she seems distant and cold at times, sometimes even fearful of what might occur around her. Something appears to have scarred her both emotionally and magically, causing her to be unable to control spells without injuring herself and unable to find comfort in people. August and Nadir intend to try and help her heal.
Silas Everett is an overly professional and strict detective within the Ministry of Natural Law, at least on the surface. His jobs are often dangerous, his quarries often violent, and his handling must shift to match. But beneath that he has a genuine care for the Housefolk and merely wishes to keep their world from spiraling. He is known as a Ministry lap dog, doing anything and everything he is told without question, however that couldn't be further from the truth. He is aware that something within the Ministry isn't right, something has rotten it to the very core, and it's up to him and those he puts his trust in to figure out what. And who knows, maybe the Ministry isn't the only thing that isn't quite what it seems...
Rayne Harper! My gods, how I love Rayne. Rayne is a bubbly, sweet, and mildly mischievous lycanthrope under the handling of Silas after being taken in by the Ministry for crimes she had no part in. A little bit of a tease, she is one of the few that Silas lets his guard down around, she knows how he actually operates and relishes every moment away from the eyes of the Ministry. Rayne is one of the many Housefolk who are unjustly oppressed by the Ministry, being forced onto medication that suppress her abilities to shift forms and read emotions. She may be a nobody to the world at large, but her work at Silas' side will prove revolutionary.
I know that was a lot! I know I'm also not great at pitching things but I am earnestly trying my best and I promise that it's written exponentially better than my blurbs about it. I just love what Wren's doing with it, and I want them to continue because I can see how much it matters to them. They're trying to get a chapter out every week to two weeks. Mind you the chapters are quite long. So please, if it seems at all interesting to you, even the slightest bit, please go give it a try. It'd mean the world to both of us.
Thank you for reading!!
If this sounds good to you then you'd enjoy Vampire: The Masquerade or other WoD content. If you don't have people to play a TTRPG with there's a couple video games. If that doesn't interest you there's peak fiction in the form of a fanmade webseries called Hunter: The Parenting. Watch it. You'll like Kevin.
I know vampirism is often used as a metaphor for the drain of the aristocracy but I think it would be fun to have more vampire characters who were just some guy before they got turned. You seek out the most ancient vampire in existence and find out he was a 40 year old wheat farmer in ancient Mesopotamia when he was turned 7,000 years ago and he hasn’t been doing much since then.
"Hello cupcake."
Drawing his dudeness from memory while doodling with coloured ballpointpen. I really like his charakterdesign :)
I’m just throwing out five minute sketches now, i should go to sleep.. my old gangrel character from my old larp days. :)
What, me? Stealing Xues wisdom? Naaaah.
"Do you ever worry Deb, that the world is going to end?" ________________________________________ Small warmupsketch while watching my brother play Bloodlines for the umpteenth time.
As Maria’s fangs descend towards her throat, everything seems to slow.
She had known about what was meant to occur before you died. Things were meant to slow like this, were they not? Her life was meant to flash before her eyes, and then she would go wherever there was after death.
The fangs sink into her, and her throat is fully pulled from her neck.
Her head goes limp, turning sideways onto the table.
In the corner of her vision, she sees a silhouette.
It looks rather like herself, if her form were that of a blank and formless hole in the fabric of existence. It walks forwards on nonexistent legs, inducing movement in the folds of a nonexistent dress. It looks at her with eyes that do not exist. It opens an impossible mouth.
‘AGAIN.’
She lies on the table.
As Maria’s fangs descend towards her throat, everything seems to slow.
She had done this before, she knows.
The fangs sink into her.
‘AGAIN.’
She lies on the table.
As Maria’s fangs descend towards her throat, everything seems to slow.
She had done this before, she knows.
The fangs sink into her.
‘AGAIN.’
She lies on the table.
As Maria’s fangs descend towards her throat, everything seems to stop.
Maria is frozen, jaws open and unresponsive.
Her employer too is frozen.
The ‘furniture’ is unmoving.
‘NOW.’
Everything seems to speed up.
The furniture rots and decays. The table upon which she lies breaks and gives way. Dust collects on every part of the room. Maria and her employer go hollow and desiccated, gaunt skin stretching over bone, before they disintegrate and join the debris on the floor.
Everything seems to return to normal.
She somehow intuits that she has been in that room for several months.
She picks herself off of the floor and returns upstairs. The house is in such a state, but whatever this is will surely help her to maintain it.
And when that is done she can reach out, and try to find out more about this world she was utterly oblivious to.
She sees the silhouette again.
She nods her head at it, and before it winks out of her vision and returns to within her, she swears she sees it curtsy in response.
Poorly Describe your Coterie
Idk why just wanted to rant about my character that I rp as in my VTM campaign
Soooo our chronicle set in San Francisco 70's started about three years ago and only now finishes (because it's impossible to keep a stable schedule in WOD) and so I finally decided to revisit my character card that I made all the way back in 2022. Turns out, I didn't pay any attention when I was choosing the model from Pinterest back then (I didn't even want to have a real person's face, I wanted to just have male Toreador model from VTMB), because the model was... a photoshopped picture of Ashton Kutcher. Apparently I just didn't recognize him back then, because I didn't even watch any movies with him in my childhood, so this entire time I was playing as a sad anxiety-ridden bisexual Toreador with something that's severely reminding depression... with Ashton Kutcher's face. Now, he wasn't intended to be like this at first:
I love WOD, because it allows you to still have incredible fun, whilst subtly reminding you with its entire atmosphere that you are, in all actuality, fucked, and your existence – is already a tragedy. My character was an aspiring journalist who had a promising future, but stumbled across a Kindred-own gallery that he wanted to expose. He got Embraced by accident, because his sire suddenly felt attracted to him and decided to give him Embrace just so he wouldn't kill him. The relationship between them was as toxic as they come: with light and love slowly fading away from my guy's eyes (his name is Nate btw lol I just found it neatly fitting) while watching as his sire slowly but surely loses all interest in him, simultaneously abusing him both physically and emotionally, and betrays him at the end. At the end, from this golden retriever-type goofball you have a pile of bitterness, filled with angst worthy of Tumblrs golden age, that doesn't have anything it takes to be The Toreador™ (and doesn't want to) and is despised at best by his clanmates (half of which turned out to be Sabbat btw, so nobody cares about their opinion 💅).
I accidentally built him a bit weird for the clan I chose: instead of focusing on social/conversational stats, he is built like an offensive/tank, with him being our primary muscle that takes the most damage, until our Tremere is ready to crit all the enemies. Idk why I just didn't pick Brujah, since that's how I even play him: he's the most rebellious and hot-headed of our coterie, doesn't respect authorities, is liked by Anarchs and doesn't mind dropping the Camarilla if they piss him and his friends enough (only if the alternative pays off more, that is). The only thing he remotely has from the Toreadors is his clumsy and cringey attempts to flirt with absolutely every asshole trying to kill us and the fact that he has comically fragile ego with the worst mouth possible. Oh, and he doesn't like art, like, at all, because it reminds him of sire. Since I don't really know how to play as someone else than myself, I just didn't give him enough taste to appreciate anything neither classic nor alternative (he wears Adidas suits and is afraid to let go of his knife) – he's just a dude that's so terrified for his life that he sleeps with one eye open, but is dumb enough to wear his heart on his sleeve. But hey, nothing to worry about, since everyone already knows where he lives, his tiny ass studio apartment is a known thoroughfare for everyone in the Camarilla, the Anarchs, the Sabbat, and even for his current Giovanni bf.
I honestly didn't even like him at first, but when I made him a backstory he started growing on me... 🤕 Oh well.
After spending what feels like a lifetime in my VtM echo chamber, looking at the other vampire media almost feels like blasphemy. You feel lost and confused like a mole crawling out into the sun (pun intended) for the first time. What do you mean, the concept of the Masquerade isn't even present most of the time? What do you mean, you don't have to wait patiently for about 20-30 years and then ask your local authorities permission to Embrace somebody?? Wait, there are no limits to siring??! And the sun might not even kill you??!?!
Maybe this is crazy and unhinged thing to do but I sometimes assign people I know to the vampire clans (of course without telling them) and explain some of their actions to myself based on it, like "oh this guy is so pretentious and always mentions how his family was Polish nobility before the soviets, typical Ventrue behaviour" or "I know what you are, an art student with penchant for weird sculpture and anatomical oddities", or our local gothic witch bars, book stores and cafés in the city center which I presume is Tremere chantry undercover, is there any hope for me.
This is my Red, White and Royal Blue
Just realized that the Night Road ending where the courier flies off with Lettow is literally the lyrics of Chemtrails Over The Country Club 😭😭😭