#VampireMood

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[essie-essex]

Vampire the Masquerade - OC Deep Dive

(I don't remember the exact formatting of the post I saw, but hopefully this is close. I wasn't tagged by anyone. I just felt like doing this.)

Character name: Asha Mariam

Clan: Tremere. Regent of the chantry in her city. Loyal to House and Clan Tremere (obviously).

art by @crownedinmarigolds

What common/uncommon fear do they have?

Someone finding out her (and her sire's) secret.

On another note, she does not have a fear of fire. She was afraid of many things as a human, and after her embrace, she did not want to be afraid anymore and sought to find a way to protect herself from fire. She found a way. Most others believe it is the strange tattoos on her skin and sigils she embroiders on her clothing that protect her. Unfortunately, the method she chose makes her extremely vulnerable to those with the True Faith.

Losing the few friends she has, due to a conflict of interest. Especially those outside of the clan. She has done things behind at least one friend's back that he would not approve of.

Do they have any pet peeves?

She doesn't like it when apprentices sabotage each other to get ahead. She believes it weakens the clan and thinks that they should work together. She emphasizes this during orientation for apprentices. If they choose to sabotage the work of another apprentice, they had better not get caught.

Being called a witch. She's not curdling your milk or making your crops fail. She is a sorceress or a magus.

Other Tremere, especially adepts, resorting to petty insults when dealing with those outside of the clan. Surely, Clan Tremere is above this sort of childish behavior.

Mentioning Carna, House Carna, or anything about Carna or the other traitors in her presence.

False flattery.

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

A silver-colored sphere, used as a communication device.

A packet of papers including general guidelines and helpful information for neonates.

A cabinet containing the vitae of every apprentice who has ever resided in her chantry.

What do they notice first in a person?

Their demeanor and the way they say their words. She wants to know what their motivation is. She is always seeking to manipulate others into helping the clan.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance?

Pretty high. Like an 8. Her sire put her through a lot in her early years, including physical discipline.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? (or freeze and fawn)

Freeze. She likes to think about what she is doing before she does it. This can be a disadvantage at times. Luckily, she's pretty resilient.

What animal represents them best?

A talking snake.

How would a stranger likely describe them?

It depends on who is describing them. For some, she is reckless and dangerous, mostly due to her actions during her first year after her embrace. Now she has learned discipline and patience from her sire and is not like that anymore, but it's hard to ditch the reputation she earned in her youth. Others may think she is manipulative. The Tremere tend to come out ahead in any city she shows up in. Some others, especially her fellow Tremere, think of her as loyal, and despite coming from the most underhanded backstabiest (making up a word here) clan, deals with her are mostly predictable. Mostly.

“Stay way from her. She may seem like she's friendly and wise, willing to break taboos and help a fledgling navigate the labyrinth of horrors that is this unlife, but remember, she's a Tremere, and the best advice you'll ever get is to never trust a Tremere.” --Nosferatu primogen

“Back when she was a neonate, she messed up bad, but for some reason she was bailed out. Now she's basically Meerlinda's bitch.” --an anonymous Tremere

Do they have any hobbies?

Embroidery, singing, and she's taken an interest in technology and surveillance.

I tag: @the-100th-witch @losieee @lacroixgrimoire @vtm-nightcity @straight-edge-hippy @ventruetower @hubakon1368 @nebula-cnidaria @vampiremood @medeaft @candycorn128 and all the vtm people. I'm so sorry I can't remember your names, but tag me if you do this!

[dravencroft]

VtM character outfits: Ryan

Clan: Ventrue (he is not happy about it)

Path: Humanity 6 (it was much higher but there was an... accident a couple of sessions ago)

Generation: XIII (he's a little child)

Favorite Discipline: Dominate (he'd rather talk his way out of a fight than actually fight)

Ryan usually wears mild techwear outfits - big modern coats, tight pants, combat boots, always with a hood covering his head; on special occasions he does wear more elegant shirts, but always paired with accessories such as harnesses and big chokers. He tends to prefer comfortable outfits with lots of pockets and lots of accessories (he has quite a few piercings), and he can't exist without his phone. He is also quite convinced he is a cool videogame hacker, but in reality he is very awkward and a little insecure. His favourite colours for clothes are black, red, white and brown. Some more drawings of the little Ventrue boy here!

Tagged by the incredibly nice @vampiremood, thank you lots <3<3<3 I think everyone else has already done this but if anyone wants to do it / do more characters, please do!! I love seeing these

[nearly-memories]

Because @vampiremood tagged me we’re doing something of Ronan’s outfits 😎

Clan: Ravnos

Path: Humanity 7

Generation: 10th

Favorite Discipline: Presence. It’s definitely our most used discipline, buuut if we’re being completely honest, she definitely prefers to use a gun 😅

For most of her outfit choices, it tends toward the very impractical, we’re talking mini skirts, leather jacket, sky high heels, and about 90% of the time she’s allergic to a shirt and just goes for a bra. She’s an independent, and will only wear actual clothes and not something to go clubbing in if she’s forced. She leans towards blacks for color choice. Her “day” job is a courier of possible illegal goods, so everything she’s worn is not suitable, and she really doesn’t care!

Below the cut is some of her “professional” outfits, also an inspo photo for how she looks and a painting I did that was inspired by her

For a tag @supersquiddle I wanna see your kindreds style ✨

[lilnoctua]

Nine Images That Capture Your OC's vibe: Callista

tagged by: @informaltorching and @vampiremood (thanks babes ♥)

tagging: @swoomoo @sirvinter @dostoevskybignaturals

[gorbalsvampire]

Doing that "nine images that capture the vibe" thing since @crownedinmarigolds and @storyowl and @vampiremood left open tags.

It is, of course, @sorchamidnite - whether you want to be her, be with her, or be destroyed by her, you can't help but want her.

If you're reading this and you've already done one OC, consider yourself tagged to do a second!

[spookebee]

I would potentually be interested in any event that isn't art-exclusive or art-dominated. I write and run games but art never clicked with me, which means I'm excluded from participating in most fandom events or trends.

Hello hello just answering your 'ask' now surrounding community events.

I know there are writing events that have been going on by other folks here on tumblr ! I believe the 'penpal' VTM event just finished (as in assigning folks together for pen pal letters)

Which was put on by the very cool @vampiremood !

I typically run 'art driven' events as my page is dedicated to my OCS and the Chronicles I partake in ! The art side of the vtm community is my kinda vibe ! I'm incredibly passionate about art creation and character work !!

Although I do see where you're coming from ! I'll continue to share events as I see them, perhaps one day a writing event of sorts is something I wouldn't mind running-

although I find it easier for myself to navigate towards creating 'art raffle' events for the community as that's what I'm passionate about ! 💜 I will keep writing community projects in mind though ! ✨

Do keep an eye out on community tags to see if anything else pops up ! I'm sure there is lots to continue to happen as the vtm community is fantastic for its creativity in all aspects !

-mr spookebee

[crownedinmarigolds]

Her head turned at the sound of the door opening. Her beloved Nythanel entered the room, one arm linked with the man of the hour himself: Raymond Mulder. Raymond was a middle-aged hunter of the supernatural they’ve made acquaintanceship with over these last few years as they've slowly laid the groundwork of their Empire. Her Kingmaker, she secretly called him. He was very tall, relatively handsome, though he seemed always exhausted. No doubt were she to take a sip, it would be cheap coffee instead of blood. He was very no-nonsense and took his… community service very seriously. In exchange for helping him with cases, he supplied the ash - or perhaps if they were lucky enough, the vitae - of the kills he and his partner made. His partner in crime no other than her beloved older brother, Joaquin. They both had believed the other dead for nearly two decades, reunited at last... forced to act distant and aloof with the ever watchful though thankfully clueless Raymond acting as Joaquin's chaperone. Tonight the hunter would be giving them his latest loot, Joaquin no doubt sitting in the car again. Maybe Nyth would distract Raymond for her just a bit, and she could slip downstairs for a brief moment… Nyth smirked, letting go of Raymond and walking quickly towards her. In Spanish he cooed, “Joaquin is absolutely pouting down there. Miserable as always.” Of course, her darling knew exactly what she was thinking. He always did. Her hand quickly went to her mouth, covering her smile as she tried and failed to hold back her laughter. It was so exciting to think about Joaquin suffering without her beside him. Him thinking about her and wanting to be with her, tortured by their lack of touch despite being so close again. Their separation renewed her affections like crazy, and it also renewed her absolute delight in him being miserable - at least when it came to their being apart. His loneliness made her own loneliness worth it. It turned the room into an inferno every chance they got to meet. It was like being home in Mexico again… It won’t be so much longer now. As Nyth drew near, her hands reached out. And then, his forehead bloomed.

She felt the impact of viscera against her before she realized what had occurred. The follow up crack of a gunshot rang throughout the room. Glass was shattered behind her, the bullet somehow missing her. She felt a twisting pit in her gut as a silent scream wracked her body, and she tried to rush forward to Nythanel but she wasn’t close enough. Her best friend’s corpse hit the ground like a doll and she wanted to tear herself apart in grief as she stumbled to him.

As if granting her wish, she felt the deep impact of something sharp stabbing into her chest, its aim true as it struck her heart. She had never experienced paralysis before, and she felt panic and terror as her entire body refused to obey. A prisoner trapped behind muscle and bone. She immediately fell forward thanks to the locking of her legs, and landing nearly face down the stake was pushed further inside of her. Every inch thoroughly felt. She wanted to scream and call out and cry at the agony, but who could help her now? Somewhere downstairs was Joaquin, would he even know what happened? Will they ever be together again? She had never expected her spirit to fare well whenever she finally achieved Final Death. Her frozen, outstretched hands landed with a thump inches away from Nythanel, who now was missing half of his stunning face. The eye unmarred by Raymond’s gunshot stared back at her with a milky distance. Her own eyes were held open by the paralysis, and though they couldn’t move she could still see enough. The blood seeping into the vinyl, a blurry form of the Hunter in her periphery.

There was silence. Agonizing silence that made the air thick with awful anticipation. Then she could hear Raymond finally exhale, hear him messing with zippers and making the wait even more unbearable. She wished he had just granted her the gift of a quick death like poor Nythanel. They could be together sooner if he had. But no, he didn’t seem to want to grant her that luxury.

“They are not people. They’re monsters.” She heard him mumble to himself before she could hear the sloshing of liquid and quick steps. There was the sound of an unscrewing lid, the awful and familiar scent of gasoline. Oh God. Oh God. Inside of her body she motionlessly, wordlessly screamed. Her Beast as trapped as she was, it felt like it was trying to rip out of her skin but it was no use. Animal! Animal! You’re going to burn me and I have to watch and feel every moment of it, you bastard! Bastard! It made her entire body want to tremble and shake as she felt the liquid pour over her, the awful scent burning inside of her head, but she just couldn’t. She couldn’t move and it was painful! It burned her eyes and poisoned the inside of her mouth and singed her nostrils. Even with a body not living it soaked and stung and hurt. Her rage was so strong, her terror so real. Not even the stake could hold back the tears she wept as blood dripped down her cheeks and mingled with the gasoline. The gas, the blood, poured onto the floor and mixed with Nythanel’s cooled vitae - its watery black color staining her arms and dress and soaking her She could not look up at his face, but Raymond’s shoes stopped dancing around and the pouring also ceased. She couldn’t even grit her teeth in anticipation for the fire as she waited for the noise of a lighter. The striking of a match. Instead, she got something worse. Justification.

"I…" His voice warbled slightly, he couldn’t even kill them with confidence and it made her sick. Her vitriol was absolute and deep, and she wanted to rip him limb from limb. Dead forever. Obliterated. I hate you Raymond Mulder. I hate you! “We both know what you are. I don't know how much of it is your fault. What is the beast controlling you or you acting on your own. But that doesn't stop you from being what you are, and I'm sor-" In another moment nearly as fast as the gunshot that took Nythanel, there was a thundering and sickening crack as Raymond’s speech was cut short. He landed with a satisfying, dull thud on the floor beside her. His legs were slightly twitching, she could not see his head still, but she could see another pair of legs now that Raymond had fallen. The new person wasted no time taking their weapon continuously to Raymond’s upper body. Over and over again they grunted and spouted obscenities as they hit and hit and hit. Her tears continued as she recognized the voice. Joaquin roared furiously at Raymond’s now lifeless corpse, pulverized like butcher meat. His strikes still not yielding. “You bastard! Motherfucker! How dare you! Bitch! Motherfucker- Fucking piece of shit motherfucker - fucking -” She could not call to him, and in her silent atrophy she waited for him to calm down and work it out of his system. Still forced to stare at bloody shoes and half of Nythanel’s face. Soon the weapon, a piece of scaffolding pipe it seemed, was thrown to the ground and her body was jerked upwards off of the floor. He turned her over, the lamplight directly in her eyes as he frantically looked her over. His face was streaked with blood splatter, his eyes were wild and his hair was matted, one of his large hands pushed her sopping hair out of her face. He was beautiful. “Fucking Christ Noa. Oh Noa-”

Wasting no time, Joaquin leaned in and kissed her. She was covered in brain matter, in gasoline, in blood, in bone, and his lips still desperately tasted her. Her blood red lips would strengthen his affections even more, thanks to whatever quirk her Embrace gave her. He may never let her go now. The moment would have been so delicious were it not for every other awful thing this night has thrusted upon her. The stake, Quino. The stake! Take out the stake for God’s sake! Nythanel has been shot! Free me! There's no time for this! He pressed his body against her and slipped his tongue between her parted lips, and there was a brief moment where she thought he would actually have her here and now. But the wood handle of the stake poked him in his own chest, and he was pulled out of his feverish stupor. “Shit, fuck, okay let me just-”

They both knew stakes didn’t kill, and he tried to be gentle as he wrenched it from her. Her body reacted violently as complete motor functionality returned. She shook and she trembled as if seizing and she let out a loud and inhuman scream, slowly feeling herself react to her brain’s commands again. Her forehead touched to the floor and her hair covered her like a soaked blanket as her fingernails dug in and she felt everything primal bubble up and overflow. She screamed more, and more, and more, and when she was tired of screaming her gaze went to Raymond’s corpse. A pancake for a head now. But it wasn’t enough. That wasn’t punishment enough! “Fucker!” She roared, the words escaping her that she hardly spoke. Vulgar and crass. She leapt at the body on all fours, her manicured nails digging where bone had split skin. Tearing at him and beating him and biting him and draining with her mouth what still warm blood was left, but lacking the real satisfaction of his pain. He was dead, he was no more. Joaquin stole her kill. Joaquin stole it. Her eyes looked to Joaquin who had scarpered to the other side of the meeting room’s table. He was frozen in place, his expression stoic as he waited for her to calm down. He stole everything from her. How much of her now wouldn't be if not for him twisting her and twisting her and- “Noa. We gotta go.” His voice was so gentle. Her body continued to shake, and she wanted to lunge at fresh blood. Giving someone real suffering was so close. She wanted to inflict this agony onto someone else SO badly. “I hate him!” Her voice was ragged, ruined, childish. She was sobbing and her legs were barely able to hold her up. Her Beast like a little girl who couldn’t get her way. The feeling of being utterly helpless. Of true paralysis. Nythanel's injury. It was all her fault. All of this was her fault. Nythanel was hurt and it was all her fault.

“He’s gone now. He's dead. You’re safe. We have each other now. For good this time. No hunters. No family. Us.” Joaquin reassured her, staying back and speaking softly. “You’re safe. I love you. I love you.” He kept repeating I love you, it made her want to collapse. “I- I just...” She looked down at her bloodied feet, saw her best friend, her soul mate, half blown away. Her Beast seemed to roll in on itself as she tried to will it back. There was just so much to do. Her beloved... Maybe there was still time. "Joaquin, we need to call Julian. We need to call the Family. I need to fix this."

[feith-rikya]

I wanted to thank you so much @vampiremood you have been so very kind 💜

[ladyofthesevenmoons]

Vampiremood 🖤🖤

[kentuckycaverats]

Hi! I'm vampiremood. Neonjess posted the art of Del on her Twitter and talked about your tumblr, and the official World of Darkness account retweeted it! Your thin-blood gal is famous 😁

SJDGDJAHDHAHSWH THATS WILD HELLO??? AS SHE DESERVES. PERCEIVE HER

[omalahsocs]

@vampiremood not sure if this'll fit into the notes cause it might end up getting long so Imma just toss it under a read more so it doesn't clog dashes ^_^;;

Sean was my first LaSombra and he's a bit a of a bean. I love him dearly. He was a choir boy actually. Born far enough back that it was semi common place for families with lots of money and multiple kids to send one of their younger children to the church because it's one less mouth to feed, it makes the family look good and (bonus) they now no longer have to worry about one more person inheriting in the family will.

Sean actually was devout even before he joined the church so in his eyes this honestly worked out well for him. He -liked- having a more simple and pious life. He fully planned on living out a life of celibacy and prayer 🙏

And then his Sire came along. When the night was clear and bright he could see from his window all the way down to the shoreline where she was walking like a ghost. She was beautiful and she was the first thing he saw outside the church that gave him a desire to look twice and wonder if he could worship something new.

He snuck out at night to find her and when he looked close enough he saw she didn't look like a ghost might be expected. He asked if he could draw her and she was enchanted. The way that he looked at her made her feel like she held a whole new type of power (but that's a story for another day).

It was a little more than a month before she Embraced him and led him away from the church because he couldn't enter it anymore. He treated her like gold and she treated him like a pawn. It took him a while to realize that the things she could do, he could learn if he had time away from her to stretch his wings so to speak. So little by little he learned to bend shadows and enhance his strength, he honed his skills with pencils and paint to make sure she never got tired of him, and then learned to play the violin so he could compose for her.

She was never really going to be satisfied with his adoration, it would never really be enough. And someone might have given him the idea that he would never truly be free until she was gone. Fighting back against her was harder physically than it was mentally, mostly because the things he learned were picked up through watching and catching snippets from conversations in Elysium as older kindred bragged. But LaSombra are nothing if not determined. Sean staked her down and found a beautiful spot to lay her to rest in the sunlight, watching for as long as he could before shutting the trapdoor to the dug out bunker he'd made in advance.

When he woke again the next night, he found what remained of her ashes and spread them in a pretty garden full of nightshade, leaving behind a necklace in the flowers to implicate the Toreador who owned the home.

He lives in a small haven far from the cities hustle and bustle, and he still occasionally paints her portrait. He'll tell anyone who asks just who she was and how much he misses her. There was no proof to link him to her death, even after the Toreador was found innocent. As far as anyone is concerned, she just disappeared. Probably into the ocean that she loved so much, and he'll never tell anyone otherwise.

[rat-off-string]

VAMPIREMOOD REBLOGGED MY VTM OC SOUND THE SIRENS SOUND THE FUCKING SIRENS,

[describedgoth]

would you be able to do an id for this please? https://www.tumblr.com/vampiremood/743885793433681920?source=share

Yes! It has been added to the drafts and will go into the queue soon

[lydia-too-late]

I just saw the mention of Tula's haven from vampiremoods reblog and I gotta ask. Is it one of those grandma appartments that has plastic on the couch to keep it from getting dirty and keep the cat hair off it?

Hahaha, yup, absolutely. The old woman, Ethel, had no pets or children and had been widowed for twenty years, but she definitely covered her decades-old floral-patterned couch in plastic. We're talking full grandma here, and not in a fun, grandmacore aesthetic way: yellowed plastic, peeling wallpaper, doilies, tchotchkes, avocado-green cookware rimmed in white daisies, the works. It smells like old.

Tula, of course, took the plastic off the couch (she likes to curl up in front of reruns). Pawned whatever valuables she could find. Pulled the mirror off the wall. But otherwise, she's kept it pretty much in tact, probably out of impermanence and/or guilt (or, if ya wanna get really into the muck of it all, a sense of her own non-existence, having experienced mortal death and the rejection of her sire, living in an unfamiliar city where - out of fear and shame - she tries to be as invisible as possible, like a ghost).

[crownedinmarigolds]

Here are the clans that haven't gotten as much attention as the others but are just as important!! :D Requested by @heywizards/ @vampiremood. Thank you again for the idea to do this! Caitiff, Nagaloper, Kiassyd, Ravnos, the Ministry, Salubri, and Daughters of Cacophony! Names and owners beneath the cut!

Caitiff - Laura belongs to @chiss-ticism and Ariadne belongs to @insatiablewit! Nagaloper - Alexya and Rosa belong to @girlnextvore Kiassyd - Bubble, commissioned by @confusedwithglitter! Ravnos - Owen was commissioned by @informaltorching! The Ministry - Rhys belongs to @molochka-koshka and Modesty (wow even Tumblr just centered the pic right on the tits) belongs to @astral--ghost! Salubri - Ayoni belongs to @kentuckycaverats and Cas was commissioned by @insatiablewit! Daughters of Cacophony - Heaven belongs to @bytesie and Theodora belongs to @astral--ghost!