#vtmb imagine

[ship-garbage-pile]

I feel my favorite moment in VTMB is that of the sudden-chance reunion with Samantha. Their is just so much to chew on from a narrative standpoint, we as the player have been so embroiled in the politics of the clans, doing dirty work and trying to survive. We are so stuck in our own heads about how it is we should proceed, "who should i place my trust in? Will i be able to survive?" Ultimately we become a survivor, and as we rush to do a new job we get greeted by..

Someone we never seen before, someone so distinct! no one else looks like her. Yet the moment she speaks and expresses her worry over you, we instantly understand that they are a friend of ours. Not just anyone, but a close friend with how worried she is; she seems so desperate to search for the PC even searching around the dangerous streets of Hollywood for us. How long has she been looking? how long will she 'keep' looking?

it's just a sombering encounter, and a real test of how the player treats their connection to their former life. Personally for my Ventrue, he erased the encounter from her mind. He could never hurt her, he would hope that she stops looking. But then again, a selfish part of him is happy they care so much.

[harbingersecho]

the late, great, beheaded lady sycorax

[zeiinoviahh]

...Lacroix, how do you plead?

[svampira]

bringing the new fledgling home^^ (after you got his sire killed)

[mortifying-macaroni]

i just know gretchen’s myspace is to die for

Omg you're making me so nostalgic for a time I wish I was a teenager during it! 😭

Gretchen's page is so flashy! Right off the bat you'd be greeted with a typical edgy layout sprinkled with gothic Hello Kitties, skulls on hearts, ankhs, etc. She's a chronically online yapper that doesn't know when to shut up about every little thing happening in her daily life (mostly complaining about people). Gretch also likes posting about her opinions/reviews of video games from back in the day, her favorite bands and artists (even includes Britney Spears as well without shame) while also busting her ass trying to promote the musical vomit she made with GarageBand. Obviously, there are the essential Hot Topic hauls of her Nu-metal fits on top of showing off her bold nail art designs. Oh, and she occasionally has beef with the Scene community. It's the typical elitist shit you can expect from her (she gets hella triggered if someone miscategorizes her. She's very annoying that way). Another thing to expect is her thirsting over Jonathan Davis and Keanu Reeves like... to an embarrassing degree, unapologetically.

[vampire-the-askerade]

Vandal Cleaver x reader

[Don’t mind me. I’m just dropping this here. Not completely proof read. Also not expressly connected to the other Vandal fic on here, but can connect if you want it to.]

Things were... It was difficult to really express how things were. If there was some way to explain life and your most recent experiences and emotions related to it would be wave-like. It wasn't good or bad, yet it was both good and bad at the same time. Sometimes you felt like you were on the highest point of a tsunami, only to have it crash down and plunge into depths so deep that sunlight wasn't even a suggestion. Many days were a mix, a choppy, choppy mix of both.

*snap, snap!*

The clicking of fingers right in front of your face made the room around you come back into focus.

"Did you hear anything I just said?” Vandal huffed as he snapped his fingers a few more times to be sure you had returned to the present.

" I'm sorry. What were you talking about?" you asked, shaking your head quickly a few times to stake off the rest of your daze.

Vandal furrowed his eyebrows and forehead and started darting his eyes back and forth as though his escaped thoughts could be found around the single room of your dingy apartment. After a few seconds of this, he shrugged and said, "Hell, if I know.” Giving a defeated yet still frustrated sigh, he flopped himself backward to lie on the floor.

When he had been that way for some time you leaned over to look at him from where you were sitting. When you were close enough, Vandal grabbed the shoulder of your shirt and used it to pull you over to him before flipping you both and pinning you to the floor. If you had any downstairs neighbors besides the pawn shop, they would certainly be complaining about the thud that was made. His hands were wrapped around your throat, not with much pressure; simply enough to be a constant reminder of where they were.

The two of you sat there for what felt like a millisecond of forever. His eyes had the look they usually did when he was about to lose the little control he was able to maintain. Leaning forward, Vandal tapped his forehead to yours before moving his head back up a bit.

" Oh, I can't stay mad at you. " he snickered. "Especially lately. Hell, I even had a big dissociation spell at work."

" Did you get yelled at? " you asked.

" Nah. I was working mostly by myself. ‘Course if I did have someone to yell at me I would have been less likely to have messed up so bad. Poor bastard." he looked up and across the room as he thought for a few moments before looking back at you with a playful sparkle in his piercing eyes. " You don't happen to know anyone who needs to disappear in the next day or two, do you? "

He leaned forward again, but this time he actually kissed you as though he were trying to bribe you to accept his offer. Just as you thought he had changed it to something sweet for a change, Vandal shoved his tongue into your mouth. The sudden gesture and the feeling of it running across the roof of your mouth caused you to gag and sputter as you pushed him away. Vandal, of course, thought he was hilarious and laughed manically the whole time you were clearing your throat and spitting air in an attempt to get rid of the weird feeling that lingered in your mouth.

“ Ugh! You're nasty!" you gave an indignant snort as you wiped off your mouth, pushed Vandal off of you, and walked over to the other side of the room to sit on the bed.

“ And, that's why you love~ me~ " Vandal teased as he pushed himself up and walked over to join you. When you turned to face away from him, he gave a small tut, wrapped his arms around you, and rested his chin on your shoulder.

“ Come on. Don't pout.” he scolded softly into your ear with a hum. He then tried to turn your head to kiss you again. You, however, turned back before he could. Vandal let out a disbelieving, indignant scoff and placed his hand back on your cheek to turn you again.

“No,” you informed him as you moved his hand off your face.

“No?" he whined dramatically, doing his best to sound miserable.

“And, who’s pouting now?" you teased him.

“Me!” He said in an over-the-top sob. "Why, no?”

“You absolutely know why. "

“ I'll be good." Vandal gave a sad, little whimper onto your shoulder.

"We both know that's a huge lie.” You answer flatly, not swayed by his theatrics.

The only response you got to that was him giggling frantically into the crook of your neck. Once this miniature laughing fit was done the two of you sat there in the relative quiet of the small apartment; the only notable sounds being the TV across the room and the occasional passing cars.

It was a wonder that he was able to sit still that long. You were aware of him lightly gnawing at part of your shoulder, no matter how subtle he tried to be about it. It wasn't anything harsh or even something playful; it was simply his way to get the rest of his body to still. Perhaps it was his silent way to apologize for his antics earlier or his way to keep his ever-changing emotions in check. Either way, it was how he let you know in his own Vandal sort of way that he did care about you.

"What?" Vandal questioned when he noticed you looking over at him.

"You're being cute," you said, being honest but also knowing it would drive him up the wall.

With an indescribable sound of disgust, Vandal unwrapped his arms from you before shoving you forward so you fell face first on the bed. When you sat back up you could see he had a frustrated look on his face that was betrayed every few seconds his lips twitching at the corners from the grin trying to show itself.

“Why do you always have to make things weird?” he asked but still leaned closer to you. When you leaned closer to him as well, it made that grin actually show up, though he caught it and made himself frown once more.

“ I like weird. Why do you think I keep you around?" you teased, causing his little smile to reappear and stay.

"You got me there. Good thing I found myself another freak to hang out with." he laughed. His expression snapped back to that dangerously playful look he got right before he tried to pull something. “Maybe that I can do other things with too?"

“After what you did, I really want to say no.” you pretended to debate the idea.

“ No, you don't!" Vandal huffed. " now, shut up and make out with me, you freak. "

There was no vitriol to what he said- more like understanding. It was nice to know that no matter what life, or even your own thoughts threw at you, you at least had one person who could help you take a break from it all from time to time.

[kavalyera]

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[milk-crafting]

Your tzimisce doesn't look like a tzimisce to me. Don't they usually have horns and multiple eyes, not multiple teeth?

I don't know if things have changed with v5, but I'm pretty sure there wasn't a standard appearance for tzimisce with older editions? I know there's like a popular 'style' for them, but I was under the impression that since they can do anything with their bodies, they can look like very normal very pretty people or like horrible monstrosities that aren't even humanoid anymore. I've actually only seen a handful of peoples' tzimisce OCs with horns personally!

[tornfromthestreet]

(I was playing Vampire the Masquerade: Bloodlines.)

[nightingaletrash]

Before the job at Grout's mansion, Evie was kind of semi-adopted by Nines, who taught her what she needed to know. He taught her to fight and how to use weapons and how the power dynamics worked in the city so that she could navigate LA with way less trouble and see through Lacroix's power flexes more easily. He also took her for rides on the motorcycle and arranged for different places she could camp out each night, making her survival way more feasible.

He saw a lot of himself in Evie and put in all the effort that he could afford without ignoring the political situation. On the nights where he was just too busy to make time, he'd make sure that one of the others would keep an eye on her and teach her something. Before going into hiding, he put Damsel in charge of Evie... and we all know how that played out.

[1800duckhotline]

The thing is that's very funny is how perfectly salice actually translates to the vtmb au because here are some of her key traits.

1. italian specifically born and raised in Venice (she is half Croatian too)

2. canonically inherits a fascination towards death from her grandmother who is a long lived necromancer

3. part of a sisterhood of witches in high school that practices necromancy and becomes a necromancer

4. mòrbid obsesssion with all things about death and zombies etc

5. always associated with dogs and wolves bc of her demeanor To Me. but she hates being compared to dogs and wolves bc she doesn't think they're cool. she likes bugs more. imagine when she discovered there's a type of gangrel that are more in sync with bugs

6. idk her being a gangrel is so ironically funny also bc she's very temperamental and feral in a sense. she'd be so damn mad that her fear of looking unkempt and wild is even more palpable so she tries to look more Groomed so to speak like a fancy dog

[harbingersecho]

he just wanted directions damn

[lae-zels]

nothing like news about a sequel making me want to replay the original

[erisacolyte]

Why does my beloved band have to have the most generic name ever?

I love this song from Nightclub's new album an *extremely* normal amount:

[mortifying-macaroni]

Andrei and Gretchen have to order a single pizza that they both have to eat. What's the topping conversation and who dies first?

Very intriguing question! So, if they were to eat pizza as if they're mortals again with regular taste buds, I'd say that Gretchen would be the one to take the lead when it comes to deciding, with her being a half Italian queen who knows her stuff.

Leaning towards "rich people food" Andrei wouldn't really care that much about pizza tbh. He'd just take the moment to troll her by suggesting ungodly horrors such as pineapple or even ice cream as toppings, which would result in him being chained to the couch or buried dead in the yard, depending how far he takes the joke.