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[tiredgiovanni]

‼️ Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines 2 ‼️

As stoked as I am about the announcement, they’ve just recently announced that it will be a First Person only game! Which, isn’t ideal for me, since I prefer to play in Third, and it’s definitely not ideal for one of my best friends who gets sick playing in first person (and the countless other people who do as well).

I’m in no way saying that First Person is bad, I just think both should be on the table, like in the first one. If you want to try and change this too, there’s a petition! Sign here, and maybe we’ll get enough signatures to convince them! ✨

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The Road to Anarchism PT.2

Hello again! Here’s the second part of that story I posted yesterday! I didn’t want to post it all at the same time, so here ya go!

  The wooden bat crashed through the passenger side window, sending glass showering down onto the sidewalk and setting the car alarm off, it’s lights flashing in a robotic panic. Adria didn’t notice her mouth was hanging open, until the night breeze hit her mouth. She looked up to Chace, utterly at a loss. His face was lit up as if it were Christmas, his head dipped towards her, his eye winked, and he bounced into an overly expressive jog towards the car. “Let’s get at it!” He called, pulling the baseball bat from the window and slamming it into the car door. Adria couldn’t move. This was, so wrong. Maybe? Chace said the mayor was shifty, perhaps laundering money. Chace swung the bat down from over his head, caving the top of the car. Then he turned, and tapped the car door with the head of the bat. “Wanna swing?” He asked, ignoring the lights coming on in at least one window of every house on the street. Adria looked to the window above the garage of the house they were at, a frightened older man stared down in horror. Chace followed her gaze and nodded as if to some inaudible beat before raising his hand and flipping the man off. “Fuck politicians.” The old man appeared to be fumbling with a cellphone, doubtlessly calling the police.   “We need to leave. We really need to leave.” Adria turned her gaze to the house across the street, a figure staring out of the window. “We’re going to get arrested. Or shot. Or worse. Oh the Sheriff is going to be so mad.” She knew that if she could breathe, she’d be hyperventilating right now. Chace nodded, much too casually, but seemed to agree. He made sure to bash his bat into the car door twice more before turning his head to her.   “Yeah, we’d best ditch.” He said, starting back towards her. “TAXES FUCKER. Fix ‘em.” He shouted, up at the window above the garage, before jogging straight past her. She nearly missed him, staring at him for only a second before bolting after him. She wasn’t nearly as fast at him, she couldn’t remember the last time she actually ran. No, she could. It was on the streets of Rome three years ago. She pushed the thought from her head and followed after Chace, nearly running into him as he skidded to a stop. Police sirens, they were running straight for them.   “This way.” She tugged him to the side, running into another houses backyard, climbing up a swing set and leaping onto the tall wooden privacy fence. Chace started at her as she tried scrambling up it, and shoved her over by the bottoms of the feet. She hit the ground unceremoniously with a loud thud and groaned as she thought of how dirty she must’ve gotten her blouse. Chace dropped from the fence gracefully, and offered her a hand, which she took. She was about to thank him, when she actually saw the police cars driving down the road towards the gate to the community. Chace was already prying through the black iron fence, climbing through and sprinting for the backyard next door to the community. Adria slipped through the fence and gave chase. He started to vault over the next privacy fence, but stopped halfway, headbutting the fence as he slid to his knees and hooked his fingers together to form a platform. Adria stepped onto his hand and was doing fine climbing, until Chace shoved her up and over. She managed to roll into the fall, and pushed herself off the ground with flat palms, glowering over to him as he dropped down beside her. It was impossible to be upset at him when he constantly wore the same expression of an excited puppy, though.  Three more backyards, thankfully only the third had another damned privacy fence, and that most everyone seemed to be out front of their homes goggling at the swarm of police cars blocking the main road. Just as she was about to attempt scrambling up the exterior fence to the third yard, chase grabbed her sleeve, and nodded towards the pool. “What?” Adria hissed. “You want to go for a swim? Are you insane?” Chace just looked amused, which was getting increasingly frustrating as the night went on. He stepped to the grill, hefted it quietly up, and picked up the brick that held up one of the wobbly legs before handing it to her. She hesitantly took it, squinting her eyes at him as he stepped around her. The next thing she knew Chace’s palm hit the small of her back and she was slowly sinking to the bottom of the pool, with water filling her mouth and nose. It was weird to feel like you were drowning when you knew you couldn’t. Chace didn’t join her. After a minute, she wondered if he’d gotten caught. It was silent in the depths of the pool. It was lonely, and almost unbearable to think of what might be happening up top. How loud had the splashing sound been? Did someone hear her falling into the pool? She told herself that he was just hunting for something to weigh him down, pressing her head back against the wall of the pool, staring upwards and waiting for the familiar black leather jacket and floppy green hair to come into view. It didn’t. She didn’t know how long she waited, but she knew dawn was coming. Her eyes were trying to close, her body was growing stiffer. Then a hand gripped the collar of her shirt and drug her up and she found herself flopping on the paving stones of the backyard like a dying fish. Water poured out of her mouth, and it tasted awful. She raised her hand to wipe her eyes, squinting up at the cheerful man. “Where were you?” She tried, brow knitted and lips down-turned.  “Oh, I was tryna get them off your tail. Didn’t want them catching you.” He said, clearly proud of himself. “And cops never catch me.” He grinned smugly, patting her on her shoulder and hefting her to her feet as he stood up. She dropped the brick and it hit the ground heavily. Like she had. After they jumped every fence.  “I thought you’d left me.” She hushed. “I thought you’d ditched me because I was slow.” Chace’s amusement left, and now he just looked confused.  “Slow? If you were slow I would’ve just carrie-” Adria sniffled, eyes watering - rather bleeding since she’d lost the ability to form tears after her death - and Chace frowned. For the first time that night. It made her feel even worse. He wrapped her up in a hug, and she almost thought about fighting the weird, stranger who didn’t even know her name off of her...but it’d been so long since she’d felt a hug, and he obviously meant well. She tried to pretend like she wasn’t crying into some chaotic strangers shirt in the backyard of a random citizen sopping with pool water after vandalizing the mayor's car. She did. And it worked for a moment, until a tapping caught their attention. They both turned to the glass sliding door to see a small, chubby, red-headed child with a cereal bowl in one hand, and his other hand outstretched to tap on the window. Adria immediately scrunched up her lips and bared her fangs, trying to scare the child - God knows no one would believe there was a vampire with bloody tears running down her face hissing at a child through his backdoor like a rabid opossum. The child dropped the bowl instead though, shouting something as his hand reached for the sliding door. Chace didn’t seem particularly concerned, but Adria was already trying to ditch.  “ARE YOU VAMPIRES?” A chipper young voice hissed out discreetly. Adria turned her head down to look at the door from halfway over the fence. A mousy brown haired boy with pale skin and dark bags under his eyes stared at the pair from further back in the room, a half eaten pop tart in hand.  “Vvhy yess, vve are childe.” Chace said in a terrible mock accent.  “Are...are you two home alone?” Adria asked, still atop the fence.  “Oh god, they’re awful scam artists Jules, close the door.” The brown haired boy groaned. The red head nodded though.  “Yeah, dad left for work half an hour ago and mom left to drop Mikey of-” The brown haired boy stepped up to the door, and slowly drug the door closed, staring Chace in the eyes the entire time, before turning and saying something to his friend. The red head didn’t seem to comply and slid the door back open.       “Okay Liam says that I shouldn’t tell you guys so much but I just wanted to say it’s cool to meet vampires, thanks for dropping by.” He said, starting to slide the door closed.  “Kid, Jules, was it?” Adria tried. “Want to make a deal with me?” She asked and Liam sighed, staring at Julian like he was a moron.  “Oh, sure yeah, what kind of deal?” He asked, hanging his head further out the door.  “I’ll give you this,” She held up a silver ring with a small sodalite stone in it. “In exchange for not telling anyone about what we are, or that you saw us.”  “I mean, no one would believe me even if I did.”  “Well all good deeds must go rewarded, no?” She replied, tossing the ring to him. Julian stared at it for a moment, perhaps entranced by the fact that it appeared to be an expensive ring.  “Oh, hey, how are you guys going to get home before the sun comes up? Do you live nearby?” Adria looked up at the sky, which was progressively getting lighter, then back down to Chace. She didn’t have a home, and she didn’t know where his was.  “Eh, I mean...we might get a little toasty but I’m sure we’ll make it home.” Chace shrugged. The little ginger threw open the door.  “You guys can crash in the basement if you want!” He said, causing the other boy to completely give up, and walk in the other room. Adria actually considered, pursing her lips as she did so. “Don’t worry, we don’t use the basement for much of anything, it’s just a storage room and it doesn’t have windows, so you’ll be safe until tonight.” Julian said, smiling widely for just a second before his chunky electronic watch began beeping. “The bus!!” He shrieked, and started to run back inside. “OH yeah,” He halted. “It’s nice to meet you guys and you’re welcome to come inside. We don’t have any radishes or anything.”  “It’s GARLIC Julian.” the other boy shouted as he clicked open the front door.  “NO!” The ginger shouted, sprinting after his the other boy. Adria and Chace just stared for a second, unsure of what exactly just happened. Had a child seriously just invited them into his home? Had a child seriously not been terrified at the thought of a horrible creature of the night. Probably a twilight fan. Chace stepped inside the house, looking around, picking up a snow-globe from the assortment on the mantle.  “Seriously?” Adria tried. “Chace NO.” She groaned in complaint, trying to get him to understand how ridiculous this was, just as a beam of sunlight shot over the trees and hit her square in the forehead, sizzling the flesh, the pain causing her to lose her balance. It was only the sixth time of falling over a 7 foot fence that night, it’d stopped hurting so much after the fourth, not to mention she couldn’t feel much past the crackling burn on her face. “Okay, okay, we’ll crash in some kids basement.” She resigned, following Chase inside and closing the door behind her. It was a nice, pristine house. Your typical suburban family dwelling. Lots of family pictures on the wall, crocheted doilies on the tables, snow-globes - how tacky.  “You never told me your name.” Chace said, without the slightest bit of suspicion to it. In fact he seemed to be attempting to locate the remote control for the television. “You don’t have to tell me though, if you don’t want to.” He said, shrugging as he plopped down on the couch and channel surfing.  “Are you not tired?” She asked, furrowing her brows at him. He shrugged. Why did she have the urge to literally die and he seemed content to stay awake for the rest of the morning? “I’m...I’m Adria. It’s nice to actually meet you Chace.” She said, folding her arms as she turned her head to watch whatever he landed on for more than five seconds. He didn’t land on many, for more than five seconds.   “You can stay with me, if you want.” He replied, after a bit, pausing his channel surfing to look up at her. “I can help protect you from whatever it is you’re running from.” He offered, and Adria felt her face scrunch.   “I don’t know why you’d offer that to a stranger.”   “You’re not a stranger though,” He said gleefully. “you’re Adria.” She pursed her lips at him and he shrugged again. “Like I said, you look like you need somebody. I’m somebody. I’m not trying to force you into making any decisions though.”   “Thank you.” She hushed, and Chace gave her a serious look. “Not many people have given me the time of day since this happened. Not even people like you or me. I just.., don’t want someone who’s genuinely kind to get hurt because of me.” She said, wiping her cheek dry and staring at her bloody hand in disgust. Chace was silent for a second, then nearly fell off the couch laughing.   “After tonight, I think you getting me hurt would make us even, pal.” He said, recovering from his wheezing fit enough to stand up and turn off the TV. “Okay, okay we’d better find the basement, who knows when the kids mom will be home.” He said, starting off through the house. Adria was getting more and more confused to who this man was and what possible motive he could have for being so kind to her, but she was beginning to accept that he might genuinely be doing this out of the kindness of his heart. She didn’t want to get close to another kind person, just to realize she’d somehow tricked them into being her friend. She didn’t know if she wanted another friend. On the other hand, she didn’t think she could beat Chace in a fight, so maybe if it was a trick she wouldn’t have to worry about the outcome. She followed.   Chase was opening a closet when she found him, he closed it and moved on to the next door. “Do you think that kid is going to rat us out?” Adria asked. Chace stopped, thought about it for a second, then shook his head.   “Seemed honest.” He said, opening another door. A bathroom. He closed the door, and tried the next, the one at the end of the hall. A descent into a pitch black room. He started down it, turning on a light dangling loosely from the ceiling by a thin, beaded string. Adria followed him down stairs, closing the door behind her. It was a tiny room, filled with a bunch of junk. Enough space to spend the day though.   “Do you think there’s rats down here?”   “Ehhh….did you see how clean it was up there? I doubt it.” Chace replied, standing and investigating the state of the basement. “I mean, it is a trainwreck down here though. Maybe.”   “Augh.” Adria frowned, investigating for signs of vermin. She didn’t fancy getting gnawed on while she slept. Most of the things in the basement, didn’t appear to have been touched since they moved here. Boxes, plastic tubs doubtlessly full of things, tacky angels and knickknacks on old, falling apart shelves. She did find a moving blanket, and tossed it down beside the stairwell, which was hopefully out of sight if anyone opened up the door. A crashing sound caught her attention, and she turned to see Chace balancing most of a box on one hand and holding up one, purple rectangle with straps on it.   “MOON BOOTS.” He shouted, excitedly, ignoring the plastic dinosaur that had taken a hard spill from the box in his hand.   “What?” She furrowed her brows and he looked taken aback.   “Moon boots. MOON BOOTS.” He tossed one towards her, while he scrambled through the box for the other. The moon boot hit the wall beside her, and she stared at it on the ground. “I can’t believe you don’t remember moon boots. How old are you?” He asked.   “Twenty four.” She said, dryly. “This is not a boot. It’s not even shaped like a boot?”   “AHA.” He sent half a deck of Yu-gi-oh cards flying through the air as he pulled another boot out, and dropped the box on the ground next to the dinosaur, stumbling as he tried to strap the boot onto his too large foot. “Throw me the other one.” He said, and Adria did so. Soon, Chace was walking goofily around in circles. “They’re anti-gravity boots. It’s like walking on air.” He said dramatically. Adria tried to hide her amusement, which was short lived as the front door slammed closed. Both Adria and Chace halted all movement, and Adria climbed up the stairs from the side, clicking the lights off before whoever came home saw the light from under the door. Chace turned on his phone screen so that she could make her way back to the floor without falling, and she settled on the moving blanket. Chace moon-booted his way over to the side of the stairwell also, settling down against the conjoining wall. Adria wasn’t wholly comfortable with letting herself go unconscious in this strange basement. She trusted Chace though. She didn’t know why she did, but she did. If he felt safe, she supposed she could too.   “Hey, Chace?” She hushed, ensuring to keep her voice low enough that no one would hear her.   “Yeah?”   “I had fun tonight.” It felt dumb to say it, seeing as how her face probably looked like someone left plastic on the stove top, and she every inch of her felt sore. She heard Chace laughing, quite obviously physically forcing himself to keep quiet.   “Me too.” He wheezed, causing Adria to grin into the darkness, it was safe now that he couldn’t see her. What a dummy. Part of her wanted to tell him that she was glad she ran into him, the other half didn’t want to be so open. Truth be told this was the most she’d felt in a while. Even if most of it was utter shock and exasperation. She was happy to have a friend. She hoped he would be okay with being her friend.

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The Road To Anarchism PT.1

   Hello everyone! I wrote the start to a little story about me and my dear friends OCs, and wanted to share it! Keep in mind, that it is a simply for fun story, and is going to be a bit silly. If you guys like it I’ll keep posting it!

Here’s Chace ( @angry-cryptid​‘s lovely child) and Adria (@me) done by angry-cryptid, and mashed together unceremoniously so I could show them both off.

     A night on a bus here, a day in a seedy motel, a night on another bus, and the same for a week. The city lights drifted slowly past, Adria blinked despondently at the gritty, grey sidewalk as it rolled by, each and every little man and woman and everything in between walking, their own lives and problems swimming in their little heads. Adria wished to be any of them, anyone other than herself would be alright. Her fingers fumbled together, her thumb nail digging at the cuticle of the opposite one. What if she never found a home? What if she never found safety? What if she was running her whole unlife? She felt tired. She wasn’t even sure if that was possible anymore. The bus shrieked as it stopped, it’s breaks were perhaps almost ground to nothingness. Three individuals stood up, stepping into the aisle and pulling their bags from the overhead bins before stepping out onto the cold, dark concrete. Adria stood last, she didn’t want to get in anyone's way, and pulled a pitifully small bag from the overhead bin before stepping off the bus from the back door. The rickety old thing billowed black smoke as it pulled away from the curb. The other three individuals had already began walking in the direction of their destinations. Adria...didn’t have one. Adria had never had a destination. A cursory glance at her surroundings - nothing special, your typical downtown cityscape. Signs turned off, it was too late for people to be up to anything but trouble. She clutched her bag closer to herself and started walking. She’d have to find some place to crash until tomorrow night, and she only had a handful of hours to do so.

     Adria walked for an hour before opting to change into a pair of dumb sneakers that looked ridiculous...but she liked them. There was sentiment in them. No doubt they looked ridiculous with her dress pants and blouse, but she was far from caring. With her oxfords tucked away in her bag, she continued her directionless wandering. Her phone bill hadn’t been paid in two weeks, it’s charger had been forgotten in the scramble to get away, so she couldn’t even Google a nice place to sleep. Not that she could afford a nice place to sleep. Maybe she could just sleep on the streets? Maybe she could find a nice, hidden spot and sleep there. She slowed as she passed an alleyway. Perhaps she could find some place to hunker down if she wandered the backstreets. If she didn’t pay for a motel tonight, she could afford another bus ticket. On the other hand, if anyone found her lying dead during the day in the alley, there was bound to be trouble. Plus there was bound to be rats. And Nosferatu. Her skin crawled at the thought, but she stepped into the alley nonetheless. Countless alleys were connected, she mindlessly guided herself down them. Until she heard voices. Perhaps a camp of homeless? She looked down at herself, she didn’t exactly appear homeless herself. Yet.     “Fuck you.” It was a threat, words spat with venom in them.     “We’re trying to be courteous and take care of the problems your little...organization manifests. We only ask that you keep them to a minimum.” Another voice, more refined. It reminded her of Isaac. Her face scrunched up at the thought and she stepped back, starting back towards the last alleyway she’d been in.      “No one asked you to be our maid, asshole.” The first voice snapped, prompting a dramatic and world weary sigh to fall from what she guessed was the other man's lips.     “You’re hopeless, you realize? Stay out of trouble, and we won’t have to see each other again.”  Footsteps, coming closer. Even and steady. Perhaps he was trying to display confidence. Perhaps he was confident.      “Ey, Sheriff?” The aggressive man called out, and the footsteps slowed to a stop. Adria, felt numb, her mind flitting to Daniel, the old Sheriff of her old city. If she was discovered here without introducing herself to the Prince, she...well she would be in trouble. Double so, if Isaac had issued any sort of hunt on her after her skipping town, as he so promised.      “Yes, Chace?”      “Does your ass ever get tired of the shit that comes out of your mouth?” Another exasperated sigh.      “Goodbye Chace.” the man-who-sounded-like-Isaac said, and she saw his figure step from the alley she’d just retreated from. He wasn’t an overly imposing man. She wondered how he earned the rank of Sheriff. His eyes caught hers, but he passed over. “I do hope you weren’t planning an ambush,” He said in a low tone. “but I suppose that would just be par for the course for you lot.” The Sheriff said, bitterness clinging to every word before he departed the alleyway. She felt herself trying to breath, her body forgetting that she couldn’t. It didn’t help to calm her down. Had the Sheriff assumed she was with the troublemaker down the way? He’d...left her alone though. Maybe he didn’t know every Kindred in the town?      “Hey.” A pale face nodded to her from around the edge of the alley wall.      “Whatcha cowering in the corner for?” It was hard to make out much in the dim light of the alley, but he appeared to have sharp features, multiple piercings, and half a head of hair.      “I don’t fancy getting drug in by my collar by the Sheriff.” She replied, after a long pause. Chace leaned out, looking back down the alley to peer after the man.      “Does he have a reason to?” Chace was now uncertain of her. She mentally screamed, but remained calm, giving him an appraising look over. Leather jacket with a plethora of patches, pants with tears. A street rat, but not an ordinary one. A punk street rat.      “What were you two fighting about?” She asked, thankfully that seemed to rile his feathers enough to keep him from prying further. Truthfully, she could’ve just been honest and blunt with him. She could’ve told this man, who was quite simply put, obviously not in the good graces of the Sheriff and therefore the Camarilla, but she wasn’t sure. Jumping the gun could be dangerous here. Plus, as much as she didn’t like to admit it, she still couldn’t tell when people were actually vampires and when they weren’t yet. Older kindred could tell just from the way you smelled, or so they’d told her, but she’d not learned to differentiate yet. He...didn’t appear to be breathing. Maybe she just couldn’t see his breaths? He’d blinked a couple times since she’d started talking to him, but perhaps that was just a good habit for being outdoors. There was a chance that all of this was just an extremely strange coincidence.      “Typical Cammie political bullshit, getting upset because they don’t control every inch of the city.” Chace huffed, rolling his eyes.       “Yeah.” Adria agreed, nodding slowly, but she wasn’t really sure to what. “I...don’t really care much for Camarilla politics either.” She croaked, nervously.

      “Oh! Out of townie Anarch?” He asked, appearing oddly excited the moment she said so.       “Oh...no, I’m just...me?” She wanted to fall into the Earth. This was an awful conversation. Chace patted his jacket, his left hand finding a circular patch and ripping it from the coat before leaning in and tucking it into her blouses’ pocket.        “There ya go. Now you’re an Anarch.” He said, grinning broadly. Adria squinted at him, it was hard to be suspicious of this guy. She’d known him for ten minutes and she already knew he couldn’t hide an emotion if his life depended on it. “Want to go do something fun?” He asked, rocking back on his heels with the grin still plastered on his face. Adria thought of her choices. Follow this man who knows the city, who might be insane. Or tough it alone, wait for the day to blow over, and skip town. “Come on.” He tipped his head towards the alley opposite the one the Sheriff left by before picking up a relaxed gait down it. Adria hesitated, but followed. “Dig the shoes by the way.” He said, without looking back at her. She looked down at the fluorescent sneakers and pursed her lips.        “Sometimes fashion must come second to comfort.” She sighed. Chace leaned his head over his shoulder, a thick brow flattening in a look of confusion.        “Loosen up, pal, we got the whole night ahead of us still. Let’s go let loose.” He said, his mouth widening into another toothy grin. Adria knew this was going to be...something. “We gotta swing by somewhere first though. He said, leading her out onto the street.        Adria was silent. She didn’t know what to say, and she didn’t really want to tell more about herself than was necessary. Last time she did that...didn’t end well. Nonetheless, they soon arrived in front of a rusty metal garage door. Chace entered a pin code and it creaked open. “You can leave your bag here until we get back, if ya want.” He said as he stepped into the garage and plucked a baseball bat from beside the wall, stepping to a small storage bin and pocketing something he found.       “Why are you being so nice to me?” She asked, but then it hit her that maybe he wasn’t actually being nice at all. Maybe he was just planning to dispose of some vagrant fledgling that wandered into the city at a bad time. Chace turned around to look at her, but there wasn’t aggression or confusion. Her feet itched to bolt.        “You looked like you needed somebody, is all.” He shrugged. “I’m somebody.” He added, smiling gently as he walked back towards the door of the garage. “It’s no secret you’re in a bad way, but everyone is at some point.”         “I ran away.” She hushed, teeth gritting. “I ran away and now I don’t know if the Camarilla are hunting me or not. I don’t want to get you into trouble,” She warbled, her eyes feeling watery. Chace exhaled sharply, clearly amused.         “Want to go make some more?”         “What?” Adria tried.         “Trouble.”         “...sure.” She hushed, nodding slightly. The man was nothing if not charismatic. Under the assumption that going along with this might earn her an ally in the town, she agreed. “Let’s go make some trouble.” She confirmed, tossing her bag down by the door. Chace patted her shoulder. “Trouble for who exactly?” She tried, voice laden with newfound concern.         “The ones who deserve it.” He replied, pressing the button to close the garage as they stepped out and starting down the street. To her surprise, he didn’t ask any questions. He didn’t pry. Maybe he didn’t care, maybe he was just kind and knew that this was hard for her.          “I didn’t do anything,” Adria started. “To the Camarilla, I mean. I’m not like, a  murderer or anything.”          “Too bad.” Chace replied, shrugging. Adria gave gave an astonished laugh, shaking her head in both confusion and exasperation. Did this man literally not care what she did? What she was running from? About the possibility of him getting in trouble?           “Alright. Let’s do this, then.” She said, half an inch from shouting YOLO.

          Chace led her to a gated community, he didn’t even falter before bending the metal fence enough for them to gain entry. He slipped through and continued walking with ease, Adria hurried to catch up, watching as Chace pointed to a Mercedes-Benz parked in front of a fancy house. “That’s the Mayor's car. Just passed a bill upping taxes in the area, makin’ things a bit harder on the normal people, bought a new ride immediately after. What should we do? Burn it? Steal it?”           “Cut the brakes so w-” Adria stopped as Chace looked down at her with raised brows. “Oh, we want him alive, probably.” She hushed, nodding. “We could steal it and leave a clever note on the driveway about taking his car as taxation?”           “You don’t want to just...smash it up?” He asked, propping his bat on his shoulder. “Then sock the mayor when he comes outside?” Adria considered for a moment.           “What if we get caught?”           “We won’t.”           “...how can you be so sure?”           “I’m...like...really fast.” he assured her before lobbing his baseball bat at the car. “YEET.”

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Hello All of My 440 followers B)

I’m broke and unemployed, so I’m thinking about opening up writing commissions. Right now I don’t even have a pricing sheet or anything written up or anything yet, I just wanted to know if anyone would be interested in that?  I would be willing to write fanfic or OC stuff, for most fandoms (even VtM/WtA/MtA if you wished), as long as I know about what I’m writing about or I get enough information to feel comfortable. No smut/NSFW stuff.  I’m not a professional writer, but I have been writing for a while as a hobby. I would offer samples of my writing, should people actually show interest as well!

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Vampire the Masquerade: Bloodlines is on sale rn for $4.99 on Steam!!! Sale ends Nov 1 10:00 AM PDT/PST (So 1 PM EDT/EST)

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Have a super low res meme that my friend inspired me to make today oml.

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Look at my best friend being the ass-kickiest amazing Damsel ever guys pls and thank you

Jason Carl liked and commented my Damsel cosplay on instagram, am I one of the cool kids now?

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Not A Meme

I’m about to start planning my first V5 campaign and I kind of wanted a module to kick it off/help me out, but I’ve never even glanced at Vampire modules. Does anyone have any recommendations? I’ve considered Diablerie London, which sounds fun. 

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404: Followers not Found

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A couple more screensavers that I made! (I promise I’ll get to malk in a bit)

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I made a couple shitty clan wallpapers just to try my hand at doing them ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Feel free to use, I might make more if y’all like them.

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The Clans as White Mom Names

Assamite: Katherine Brujah: Debra Followers of Set: Dianne Gangrel: Barbara Lasombra: Amanda Malkavian: Peggy Nosferatu: Helen Ravnos: Joanne Toreador: Margaret Tremere: Pamela/Pam Tzimisce: Carol Ventrue: Susan

Baali: Cindy Nagaraja: Linda Salubri: Jill

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here y’all go, happy Halloween

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Y’all, it’s all in fun. Everyone is free to have opinions, I’m free to joke about mine. Obviously this entire blog is a giant shitpost about VtM. I can include Baali and Nagaraja if I want to? It doesn’t matter that much? Chill.

The Clans + Their Hogwarts Houses

Gryffindor: Brujah, Gangrel, Toreador, Ventrue

Ravenclaw: Baali, Followers of Set, Giovanni, Tremere

Hufflepuff: Assamite, Nosferatu, Salubri

Slytherin: Lasombra, Malkavian, Ravnos, Tzimisce, Nagaraja

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Lookie here pal...it’s not just EVERY Tom, Dick, and Harry that gets to write Giovanni into their Tumblr URL

The Clans in High School

Assamite: The edgiest. Collects cheap knives they bought from a man with too many piercings in his face. Naruto runs down the halls.  Brujah: way too into weights class. dad bought him an AR-15 for their birthday. has broken two phones this semester. Followers of Set: know it all. scoffs loudly; tries correcting the teacher. always has an obscure fact of the day. Gangrel: literally never in class; always wandering the halls. during lunch break, they all but disappear. good fucking luck if you ever need to talk to them. probably going to drop out. Giovanni: the edgy witch/warlock. tries to lure students into the bathroom to mess around with an Ouija board. probably given more closet blowjobs than anyone else.  Lasombra: always looks like they just dropped 500$ in hot topic; black eyeliner that goes to their eyebrows. Probably microwaves hamsters in their downtime. Nosferatu: do they even own a washing machine? when was the last time they showered? probably 4th grade. lives in the absolute worst side of town and seemingly has no parents. Always very nice though.  Ravnos: lives next door to the nos. everything they own is stolen. always has a new card trick to show you. 7/10 on the edginess scale. Toreador: fashion was their calling; tries inventing new styles. always on their phone (which has a fuzzy pink case). Has mild narcissism problems, but everyone loves them so it’s okay.  Tremere: distant kid who always sits in the back and never answers any of the teachers’ questions. super quiet and intimidating bc of it. if you try talking to them they answer ask curtly as possible.  Tzimisce: helps the Lasombra microwave hamsters. has an oblong head which they for some reason enjoy shaving to further show off their oblong head. tricks the Brujah into beating people up for them. Ventrue: comes to school in a button up and tie??? takes it way too seriously??? their lunch box is always neat and tidy and full of GMO-free, organic food??? has never ridden the bus in their life??