#toreador fledgling

[mortifying-macaroni]

En garde, Toreador!

[meatcrimes]

The Path Untaken. Ink and alcohol marker on paper.

What if Mary’s chance encounter was with Velvet Velour instead of Nines? Would her fate have changed any? Being beautiful won’t make you any less lonely, nor will it lessen any burdens you bear as the fledgling with the fate of LA in her hands.

briar mary belongs to @its-sixxers thank you so much for letting me draw your character 💛 and thank you @wilson-peach for the support and advice🖤

[amberkendslacy]

Vampire the Masquerade: Bloodlines memes I made while lost in The Warrens

[svampira]

messy eater

[poplap1070]

Vampire the masquerade bloodlines oc

[brainrustle]

[zenithangelic]

Silk and Shadows

Chapter 1: Vesuvius Beckons

(Velvet Velour x Fem!Toreador!PC)

After the chaos of Prince LaCroix's fall and her hard-won independence, Juliette, a Toreador fledgling, seeks solace in the shadows of Los Angeles. When she receives a cryptic message from Velvet Velour, the alluring and enigmatic owner of Vesuvius, Juliette is drawn back to the club where power and seduction intertwine. As they reconnect, Juliette finds herself ensnared in a dangerous game of desire, manipulation, and unspoken truths. In a world where freedom tastes like ashes and every connection carries a price, Juliette must decide whether VV is her sanctuary, her trap, or something far more perilous.

The nights in Los Angeles always seem heavier after you’ve walked away from the wars of Princes and pretenders. Juliette has chosen independence. She’s torn her destiny from the hands of Lacroix and Ming Xiao, leaving them in ashes—literal in one case, figurative in another. The city is a labyrinth of shadows and whispers now, more dangerous than ever without the protective mantle of a sect. But Juliette thrives in this danger; she has made her choice.

And yet, tonight, something gnaws at her. The flickering screen of her laptop illuminates her small haven. It’s another message, short and almost teasingly formal, from Velvet Velour. VV. The memory of her name feels like silk sliding over glass. The email simply reads:

Dearest Juliette,

It’s been too long since we last spoke. There’s something about this night that reminds me of you. Perhaps it’s the moonlight, or perhaps it’s the lingering shadows you left behind. If you find yourself longing for company, you know where to find me.

Yours, VV.

Juliette’s fingers hover over the keyboard. She’s always prided herself on her independence, her ability to sever ties when they grow too tangled. But VV—Velvet Velour, with her intoxicating presence, her enigmatic smile—has a way of pulling at the threads of her resolve. The memory of their encounters is a swirl of desire, manipulation, and something Juliette can’t quite name. VV is dangerous, perhaps more dangerous than Lacroix ever was. She’s not sure if that danger is to her body or her soul.

But the pull is undeniable.

Juliette finds herself walking the familiar streets toward Vesuvius. The nightclub looms like a cathedral of decadence, its neon lights casting sinuous shadows on the pavement. The bouncer at the door gives her a nod; her face is still known here. Inside, the music pulses like a heartbeat, wrapping around her as she descends the staircase into the club’s warm, velvet embrace. It’s a stark contrast to the cold sterility of the Camarilla’s halls and the grime of the places Juliette has found herself in these past few nights.

Velvet is on the stage, as she always is, commanding the room with her presence. Her movements are fluid, hypnotic, as if she’s the puppet master of every gaze fixed upon her. But when her eyes meet Juliette’s, the world seems to slow. VV’s smile is like a blade hidden in silk.

Juliette approaches the bar, ordering a drink she doesn’t intend to touch. She’s not here for the ambiance, as enticing as it is. Velvet’s performance concludes, and the room’s attention scatters, but Juliette’s focus sharpens as Velvet descends the stage and walks toward her. The sound of her heels clicking against the floor seems to echo in Juliette’s ears.

“Juliette,” she purrs, her voice as smooth as her name. “I wasn’t sure you’d come.”

“Neither was I,” Juliette admits, her voice steady but soft. “Your message was… compelling.”

“Good. Compelling is exactly what I strive for.” Velvet’s eyes glitter with something unreadable. She gestures toward a private booth, and Juliette follows, feeling the weight of the room’s eyes on her back. Velvet’s magnetism makes her both desired and feared, and Juliette is not immune.

The booth is draped in shadows, the noise of the club muffled here. Velvet leans back against the plush cushions, her posture relaxed but her gaze sharp. Juliette feels the silence stretch, and it’s Velvet who finally breaks it.

“You’ve been busy,” she says, her tone almost teasing. “Burning bridges, toppling kings. I can’t decide if I should be impressed or worried.”

“You don’t seem the type to worry,” Juliette counters, though the hint of a smile betrays her.

Velvet’s laughter is soft, like the rustle of silk. “Oh, I worry about the things that matter to me, darling. And you’ve always been… intriguing.” She leans forward, her eyes locking onto Juliette’s. “Tell me, how does freedom taste?”

Juliette hesitates. “Like ashes. But it’s better than the alternative.”

Velvet’s gaze lingers, and for a moment, Juliette feels as though the other woman can see through her, into the parts of her she’s tried to keep hidden. “Freedom is a heavy crown to wear,” Velvet says finally. “But I think it suits you.”

“And what about you?” Juliette asks, leaning forward slightly. “You’ve made a throne here, haven’t you? All these people worshipping you, hanging on your every word. Is this freedom?”

Velvet’s smile falters, just for a second, but it’s enough to crack the veneer. “We all play our roles, Juliette,” she says softly. “But don’t mistake the stage for the world. There’s more to me than what you see here.”

The conversation shifts, the words becoming a dance as intricate as any performance Velvet has ever given. They speak of power and loneliness, of choices made and paths untaken. Juliette feels herself being drawn in deeper, the lines between truth and manipulation blurring with every passing moment.

At one point, Velvet reaches across the table, her fingers brushing against Juliette’s. The touch is electric, and Juliette knows she should pull away, but she doesn’t. Velvet’s gaze is steady, her voice a whisper.

“You’re stronger than you know, Juliette. But even the strongest need someone to lean on.”

“And what are you offering?” Juliette asks, her voice barely audible.

Velvet’s smile returns, enigmatic and dangerous. “Whatever you’re willing to take.”

Juliette knows she should leave, should walk away and never look back. But she also knows that she won’t. Velvet’s pull is too strong, her presence too intoxicating. And so, as the night deepens and the shadows grow longer, Juliette stays, knowing full well that she may be stepping into another trap.

Or perhaps, this time, it’s one she’s willing to embrace.

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[w98pops]

my toreador fledgling (dilfhunter + doesnt shower)

[dilfsisko]

I have decided that I will replay vtmb. Again. Need a clan and an ending to strive for 🤔

[mortifying-macaroni]

[problemsynth]

God I forgot part of sols isolation is definitely due to the fact that the Baroness of her city is her grandmother. Like no one wants to piss off/call out the disaster toreador when a bad bitch brujah with a violent temper has declared herself her grandmother and also her rep from la and blowing up a prince.

Like baby girls just a little chronically unstable with a scarier rep than she deserves. And the moment people actually talk to her in any real capacity it's just immediately obvious she's more likely to cry than hurt someone.

Which is exactly what happens when she picks up a handful of fledglings who have no idea who she is or what her rep is. And just thought oh she seems nice. Turns out they were correct.

[ratboysims]

vampire the masquerade build part 2, this time the basement.............. i'm playing a fledgling named enoch, this is his boyfriend's museum that they live under (his boyfriend is a toreador named frank and i'm deeply obsessed with them both thank you for your time)

[svampira]

oc lore drop👆📢‼️

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elias (died 19 cur 21)

lives in his middle aged best friend's basement. his job is onlyfans. kills people for fun but not food. id smash

social media star murdered an embraced by his obsessive stalker > his sire was executed by diamila on the prince's orders for turning him without permission. doesn't have any memories of his human life

occasionally acts as a camarilla "enforcer" despite being a chronic masquerade breaker himself. Somehow maxed out his presence powers just weeks after his undeath

diamila (died 26 currently 45) the middle aged best friend. Also canon fledgling > spent the last 20 years playing attack dog for the camarilla and doesn't feel like she has anything to show for it

ventrue, maxed out dominate, very high firearm skills. Has never killed anyone to feed. def did it for other reasons though

Cressida (died 65. currently 65, looks like she's in her 40s because she was a ghoul) clan tremere's newest embrace, she had been picked by her sire 20 years before her death. She was already a ghoul during the events of vtmb, and has known and disliked diamila for over a decade. Ambitious but fiercely loyal to her clan, she ends up butting heads with the equally ambitious but much less trustworthy ventrue

brooklyn (died 21 currently 40) an unpredictable vampire whose allegiances change every couple weeks. kept around because of her frequent (although cryptic) visions and her coming across as relatively saner than the average malkavian. emphasis on coming across.

eden (died 24 current 43) an anarch malk who pretends hes a brujah. has the same sire as brooklyn and they were dating before they were turned. Hackerman. Doesn't experience visions of the future and barely seems to be afflicted by the clan curse. or does he > his curse is his portrait came out kind of bad here

[akekiitaz]

I think it's interesting how it is canonical to the WoD universe that a lot of Toreadors endure an almost systematical cicle of abuse within their clan.

When toreador Sires embrace their Childer, they usually spoil them while they are Fledglings, even forming relationships with them, a lot of them being romantic. Sires often become the only people their Childer can trust in the vampire world, and they do not try to encourage their Childers to learn how to live alone.

Yet after those Childer are no longer fledglings, they are usually completely abandoned, left lost in a world they don't know how to live in without their sires.

And I do believe that cycle continues not only because Toreadors feel like they have grown and become who they are because of such an universal experience to their clan, but because after they're abandoned by the sometimes only person they truly trusted the most in the vampire world, their egos are completely destroyed.

And what better way to raise that ego once again, if not by making someone obsessed and reliant on you like you were on the one vampire that abandoned you?

Anyways, happy Valentine's day to toreadors who got abandoned by their sires.

Random other thing I wanted to add: I have a spc in my chronicle that is exactly like that. Auriel Zhao, he was abandoned by his sire and was left SO obsessed with him he actually put that sire into torpor with his own hands so he could keep him close. Yes, he is insane, but what vampire isn't? The thing is; even after he knew how that experience destroyed his sanity completely, he still did the same thing. Not only once, but twice. Because he needs to have his ego raised after everything. all the humiliation he put himself through to get his sires attention.

[melonbear51]

VTM character concepts that I am compelled to share as they have completely taken over my brain:

1. A fledgling who wakes up after their embrace to an "Alice in Wonderland"-style "unbirthday party" complete with some rather grizzly tea and presents. Their sire is either a Malkavian who genuinely thinks they are doing something nice, or a very twisted Toreador.

2.  A Lasombra antiquarian bookseller who takes sadistic pleasure in charging Tremere vamps OBSCENE amounts of money for rare occult tomes. 3.  A Salubri vampire who consensually feeds from those suffering from chronic pain in order to give them a little relief, unknowingly creating people addicted to the kiss in the process. 4. Nosferatu with a gorgeous voice who posts songs on social media without revealing their face. They are often asked to perform at Elysium, provoking much jealousy from the local Toreador. 5.  A Toreador dominatrix whose art form is torture. They work with the sheriff to "extract" information, and are currently searching for a fiend to teach them fleshcraft. Please feel free to use any of these as my brain continues to sprout characters without actually having chronicles to play them in lol.

[astfut]