#NWoD

[spectrolitha]

Fae-changeling dynamics in different ttrpgs (with my OCs as an example) :D

[paragonrobits]

Talk to the people that fight the monsters in the dark, skulking in the alleys no one remembers and hiding behind suits and smiling faces in the expensive buildings, they'll tell you stories. They say there's a city block that doesn't belong to the city anymore.

Don't make trouble for the people there. The unspoken statement is that the people there aren't... exactly human anymore. They used to be. But there's worse things in the dark then men with the hearts of wolves or undying monsters that drink the blood of the living; worse than patchwork men that spread disaster in their wake and don't understand why. Sometimes, a terrible mystery ensnares someone, trapping them in promises and story and lies, and drags them away.

What comes back isn't human anymore. It's still a person, though. They reason and understand things, same as the humans they were, once. You leave them alone, the local Union rep says. They're no harm to no one, as long as you don't bring trouble to them.

Don't rat to them, you get warned. If someone who looks too good to be true comes around sniffing for their addresses, you just smile and nod and say you never heard a damn thing. Don't rat them out. Because the people in that place will know, and they'll find you, and your family. You try to throw them back into hell, they'll return the favor three times over.

But it goes both ways; if you watch out for them, mind your business and keep their secrets, they'll help you out.

The Union rep tells you a short little story; he says that most of the time, the people in that city block look the same as you or me. There might be a few signs; a girl with teeth unnaturally sharp and pointy, or a man who knocks on wood and it makes a noise like HE'S made of wood. But if things are going normal, you won't see what they really look like, just a kind of magical mask that hides them. But they got their fancy tricks, and they know all about escaping bad situations.

So if you do your part in the deal, they'll help you out. Pretty much anything; a single mother went down to them after some bad business with her ex came up and her kids went missing. Well, she talked to Pop Hammerfist, the big ol' dude that looks like someone carved a tree into a man. Her ex was on the news in the hospital a few days after, yelling about the trees following him, and her kids were back home safe and sound, and with the ex having already signed a few agreements to pay his damn alimony already.

Or a little boy with a missing cat came up to them and asked for help. If any of the real hunters or Union folk had heard about it, they would have stopped him, but the people in the city block didn't turn him away. They nodded, and listened, a few hours later came back with the little boy's cat, safe and purring up a storm. You help them out, they help you out; I hear that kid tells 'em stuff he heard. 'Spose there's a lesson in that. We're all in this together, long as we don't tear the boat down with us in it.

Reminds me of a story about the lady who brought the cat in, in fact. A big lady; has to go to special shops to get clothes that fit. Weird shiny teeth, too, with the weirdest damn braces I ever saw, if those are braces. You hear some funny stories about her, that when she comes knocking the whole floor shakes, but she couldn't be a sweeter lady. Nice to kids, loves cats, always help out. If she's got the weird habit of speaking in rhyme before she says anything else, well, we all got our promises, I guess.

Well, a while back, we had a Slasher. Yeah; the thing that happens when a Hunter goes bad, or someone just gets too much of a taste for murder. Killing opens up a soul, and some part of us leaks out, or something else gets in. This particular fellow liked to call himself a real genius; a real nasty piece of work that liked making elaborate death traps and leaving people to die. Well, we worked out he was there when they started finding the bodies, and by that point he'd already gotten the Big Lady.

...Yeah, that's the name of that lady I mentioned. Long story.

Well, we found what was left of him, and his death traps. The whole place was smashed to pieces by something big. Big and helliciously strong, I'd say. It was like the set of those torture horror movies got hit by a storm. And they found the guy, or. What was left of him. Looked like a wild animal had bit him up, or a jaguar.

Well, from what we heard, he got her all right. But she might have been a bit more than he bargained for. I'm not sure exactly what she did to him, but they were cleaning his blood and bone off the wall for weeks. They said his skull looked like something real strong had just slugged him, so hard he sorta splashed. Don't make me draw you a picture, pal.

But, yeah. Funny thing is, they said the fist mark was so big you'd need a person the size of an elephant to throw that kind of punch. And we kept seeing cats around the area. Really, really big cats.

..You remember about promises. You keep 'em with the city block folk, because they got all kinds of things keeping promises to them.

What happened to the Big Lady, you ask? Oh, she's still around. Helps out the local Union cell now and then. Good hand if you need brute force.

She don't much like having to handle anything that's got too much iron in it; steel is fine, but not real iron. She saws its an allergy.

...Yeah, I know how it sounds. But we got our funny ways, and she keeps her promises, so keep your nose out of it, yeah?

[cboffshore]

I can't believe that I am the one asking this but.... does anyone on this hellscape webbed site have any Skybound fic recs?

[craigthetourguide]

100 YEARS OF SOLITUDE

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[redratt]

a sketch of Lux, the Promethean (Frankenstein). her body is made of several different victims of a serial killer and her head is a preserved wolf head taken from a wall-- the victim in that killing was mutilated too badly to be be usable, so the wolf head went on instead. when she was new, Lux didn't have problems speaking, but as she's gone further along on her pilgrimage and come to terms with her inhumanity (due to a short stint in Cuprum) she's found it harder to talk. to fix the stiffness of head, Lux has to regularly re-wire her jaw. if she doesn't do this about every three or so weeks, Lux is unable to talk much at all beyond short guttural vocalizations.

she knows sign language, but the version she knows is a mix of a few different dialects, learned piecemeal along her travels.

for those who know promethean, her calcified alembics are: MOTUS ( ferrum / exemplar ) INTERNALIZE ( stannum / outcast ) IMPERATUS ( stannum / savage ) BESTIAE FACIES ( cuprum / hermit ) her current Transmutation is Phosphorum, and her current two alembics are Beacon of Helios & Ignis Aspiratus. she's occupying the Daredevil role.

Lux has mastered Ferrum's three roles.

[nightmareworks]

hi i've been working on a werewolf the forsaken character and here's all the drabbles i've done about her

Missy McCoy looks maybe tweny-five, somewhere thereabouts, and maybe five foot eight on a good day. She's got boots stained with mud and worse, her jeans are as beat to hell as the biker jacket she's got, a tank top hangs loose underneath. Missy's got this smile she's famous for, rarely takes it off, a wide razor-blade grin that dances back and forth from friendly to fiendish depending on the glitter in her green eyes. Talks with a drawl, thick and from somewhere deep in the American south. Taking her all together, adding the guitar across her back, she looks like a fairly put together version of many an itinerant musician that roam about America with a dream and probably a half-dead liver (Hers is fine, by the by). 'Jesus, the girl knows a lot of murder ballads.' is the most common review of Missy's performance in dingy bars and run-down roadhouses. The pounding of her stomps in lieu of drums, the twang of the guitar, the howling croon of her voice- it has an effect on people. Especially when her specialty is digging up old folk-songs about monsters and murders and cannibals, and tying them to more recent events, a layered story of tragedy and blood. Every song is a warning, about what comes when one trespasses past where men were meant to stand. Missy don't care one way or the other what lessons people take from her music, its goal is not so much to educate, as to foreshadow the deaths that follow in her wake.

Now you meet Missy in the woods, you see that well-toned woman and her razor-blade smile. She tells you that you ain't meant to be here, that this ain't no place for men. There's only monsters. Think to yourself maybe she's just some drunk who followed you from the bar, out to this dark and primeval stretch of loblolly pines outside of Hattiesburg. And you're gonna cuss her out, pick a fight-

And then her smile keeps getting wider. You can hear the bones creak and snap and grind together in her body, hear the tendons snap like rubber-bands and the tearing sounds of muscle wriggling free from its mooring. See her open up her mouth, the muzzle of some great beast forcing its way between her lips. Her skin near explodes from the forces at work on it, long strips of bloody flesh bursting against the muscle and bone that build up the prodigious size of the beast, matting the fur with her own blood. A canine nightmare bays for your soul, wearing its own shed skin like fluttering ribbons, stalking forward with talons at the ready. Hands flex. Teeth clack. The Hunt begins.

[chirons-mortar]

Tulpa: The Imagined

This is a skull redesign for a New World of Darkness/Chronicles of Darkness fan setting I thought up on my old blog. It is meant to invoke more urban legend or internet phenomena monsters like Slender Man.

You play as one of the Imagined, a being conjured into existence by the collective unconsciousness of humanity. Tulpas have always existed in some form but are fleeting beings as you can only take shape so long as enough people believe in your existence and will flicker out of reality as you are forgotten. However, with the rise of the internet you are able to take more permanent forms as you begin to inhabit the headspace of more people. To be one of the Imagined is to be someone on the edge of oblivion as you risk fading back into nothingness once forgotten. You must perpetuate your Legend in order to maintain a foothold within the physical world and seek some way to become a permanent fixture within the minds of humanity.

[erisacolyte]

Redrawing a Changeling: the Lost pic from 2010! The original: https://www.deviantart.com/joephilliactheblack/art/Directional-Court-165285377

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[saintchevre]

A man and his fetch, what will become of them?

[vurthshistorian]

Tonight on Gear. Jack Snorts Petrol. Nines Raids a mental Hospital. And Damsel is nice to us for once. Tonight on Gear Grunfelt gets cheeky with his holy sword. Neckbeard is going down to the Asphole to pick up some chicks for the lads. and Cueball is gonna make sure nothing weird happens. TONIGHT ON THE WORLD OF GEAR.

[spectrolitha]

My pathetic little mew mew aka my Changeling the Lost OC.

He's an Elemental Fireheart.

Also he's a Loyalist. Which means he is out of Arcadia but still serves True Fae. These sad eyes will be the last thing you'll see before he sells you out to Gentry 😌

[drayners]

more OC art... this is the vampire Crow from the weekly World of Darkness game I play in! Crow is an anxious mage who spends their time hanging out with (and worrying about) the deadliest monsters in town. When not worrying away, Crow researches arcane rituals and spies on the dreams of town mortals.

[cboffshore]

Skybound AU where everything is exactly the same, except we never have the "what vowel do we use in D*lara's name?" debate in the fandom, because any time anyone tries to say her name, a truck passes and drowns it out with a honk. We never know who Nadakhan is pining after because he can't even say her name.

Doesn't matter how improbable that truck's presence is, either. Beach crew retrieval scene? It's kicking up sand. E60 dinner discussion? Crashes through that big window. Final battle? They're getting launched up from the ground below en masse. It's fucking chaos.

(Jay figures out the trend and installs a horn on the Keep just before crashing into the Temple specifically so he can hold it down the entire time.)

[propalitetz]

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[redratt]

TERTIA CASSII, PARLIAMENT HOST And here comes the Cassii, cursed be thy name, from the darkness on a dozen-dozen wings, an artifact of holy hatred. Bring forth your young and your newly embraced! Bring your defenders before the last of the Julii! Here is your holy spirit! Here is the blessing of God! All of her is hatred. See the wings blot the sky as she dives, they dive, a dozen-dozen talons seizing flesh. You have lost your Beast, Holy Son, but she has gained many.

[houndsgutz]

colored sketch --> my girl Lex for the goretober prompt "display" Lex is a Promethean/Artificial Being made out of the corpses of several women + the stuffed head of a wolf.

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