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…They did what… to you? No. I will make them pay. You’re fucking mine. And nobody, nobody, lays a goddamn finger on you.

#victoria coded #party animals

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worried that thing you put in your art or writing or game or music is too self-indulgent, too self-referential, too niche for anyone but yourself? fear not! you can do whatever you want forever. and you should.

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Put On Your Warpaint

Birthday art for my buddy Blu because she is a wonderful being 💖 Our VtM game is starting back up soon too with a brand new chronicle!

Also, this is what happens when the Ventrue and the Toreador have to share a single bathroom mirror.

Victoria belongs to the lovely @bludoods

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY ME #Victoria Errant #javier peña #my problematic faves #thank you so much bby im obsessed

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"kill them with kindness" WRONG. minotaur.

#house of leaves #yeah

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The first 3 books of The Iliad is just the ancient Greek version of desperate house wives

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Had the pleasure of completing @violetfoxsketches' coterie today! Astrid and Archie (and Ratthew, of course) were great fun. Their players don't have tumblr, but Astrid's is CerberusKnight on Artfight.

#vtm #all the saints are sleeping #the gangs all here

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Today we venture out of the Galaxy Far Far Away and descend into the World of Darkness. Thank you @violetfoxsketches for the opportunity to blob your Javier and @bludoods' Victoria!

#vampire the masquerade #my babies? #my daughter? #Victoria Errant #i love my children

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oh to cook with my wife and stand directly in front of cabinets and drawers she needs to open

#is this about me bro #bro is this story about me

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everyone’s talking about how bg3 will set standards but really the most revolutionary thing about the game is the sheer adequacy of the vanilla hairstyles. absolutely unprecedented for the genre

#facts

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Evening drink with Dmitiry or afternoon tea with Minos; which are you picking?

#other peoples wols #aaaaaaaa #heart eyes these are so cute #huge insp

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Come beat my characters up!  https://artfight.net/~LeftHandBlu

#artfight 2023 #artfight #team vampire #my art #Vanaath #Kyle #Victoria Errant #Miss Milkies #Thistleruff #Do people know I like the colour pink yet

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It's 10PM. Do You Know Where Your Childer Are?

Made some snazzy profile sheets for our 1982 Melbourne VtM Chronicle in preparation for ArtFight, since three of us are participating this year.

Come find us if you wanna!

Victoria Errant belongs to LeftHandBlu (@bludoods) Javier Peña belongs to TheVioletFox (me!) and @zeeseal Astrid Falkenburg belongs to CerberusKnight (and drawn by LeftHandBlu) Archie & Ratthew belongs to noicknoick

See you on the battlefield!

#There they are #my children #Not you Javier #artfight #vampire the masquerade #all the saints are sleeping

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#Emerald Acero #Victoria Errant #vampire the masquerade #Javier Peña #Welcome to Los Angeles #ya #thats it huh #thats the dynamic

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Lobster, caviar, Black Forest cake, all these things Victoria had thought fondly of the last two nights. Right now, however, she craved nothing more then a double quarter pounder from the local macca’s and maybe - if she was lucky enough - a hot fudge sundae if the ice cream machine wasn’t ‘down for cleaning’.

Her sire sighs quietly beside her as she heaves yet another goblet of blood up and into the bucket she cradles. Casimir corks the bottle before the liquid inside can start oxidising and places it into the ever growing “no” pile. It is a frustrating process, if not an altogether dangerous one.

Finding a young Ventrue’s particular poison was believed to be one of the clans first right of passage. A testament to their willpower and fortitude. A way to weed out the weak. After 2 weeks of feasting in vain and the desperate imbibing of her sire’s vitae, Victoria understood why.

Pulling her head from that cursed bucket Victoria eyes the man sitting beside her with a tired scowl. Her teeth and lips stained a brackish red. Each new glass he placed before her a more torturous experience then the last. Some she could tell were not for her by stench alone, others would have to hit her tongue with their putrid taste before her body would reject them. It was akin to the worlds worst wine tasting tour. Her husband and sommelier would describe the kine she would be tasting - age, history, region - and then she was encouraged with gentle words and gentle hands to swallow sludge.

Surprisingly, she found they all tasted of distinctly different horrors. The blond-brown eyed beauties her sire could stomach tasted of rancid meat and filled her nose with the stench of burning flesh - like she had been dining on herself. Whereas another local Ventrue’s- one who oversaw the local universities after hours library shift - taste for soon to be barred lawyers had reminded her of those pictures of penguins covered in oil after a spill. Clinging and slimy and foul smelling all at once.

She was grateful, to some extent, for Casimir’s connections. Supplying the local blue blood population with bespoke tainted ‘wine’ from his vineyards gave him the distinct advantage of having a wide swath of options for her to try without the need for hunting. But really…it was getting to a point that the fledgeling was lamenting the loss of fast food.

“That’s it. No more tonight. The body was not meant to endure five stomach pumps in a row.” She groaned, clearly displeased and exhausted after another night without progress.

Casimir smiled in the deeply sympathetic way a parent does to their sickly child when they wont drink their cough medicine. In other words, it didn’t quite reach his eyes. A gloved hand rubbing soothing circles across her back.

“I take no pleasure in this, my dear. But it is imperative that we find your vintage post haste.” Casimir’s eyes flick between his shuddering partner, the rejected collection of vitae and the small crate of bottles he intended to get through tonight. It would appear that the family man with the perfect wife, job and home had really done a number on poor Victoria. Perhaps then…something on the opposite spectrum. “Just one more tonight and then we will cut our loses.”

Victoria’s grunt in response is not as agreeable.

This time her sire reaches for a bottle with a different label. Older branding, thicker bottle, a little dusty round the top. Casimir explains he’d mentioned their little “issue” to the bartender at his preferred Elysium. She’d fished out an old bottle who’s owner had no use for it any longer and handed it off as a last ditch effort. He pops the cork with practised ease and pours just a sip of spiked vitae into a fresh glass. It’s almost black with age and, to Victoria’s nose, smells vaguely of…dark chocolate strawberries?

Having something so pleasant smelling after so many failures worries the fledgling in its own special way. Sleeper agent. This one would sting the most she thinks as she eyes the liquid warily.

“43, stay at home mother from Virginia.”

Victoria knocks back the drink.

“Brunette, high school graduate, owned a blue SUV.”

The vitae sits on her tongue and doesn’t taste like fire and brimstone.

“No notable people in her lineage, no history of disease.”

There is no burn as it washes down her throat, only a pleasant warmth and a growing hunger.

Victoria seizes the bottle from Casimir’s grip and brings it to her lips before he has the change to stop her. The ever present gnawing hunger eases just a bit. She feels fuller then she has in years as the bottle is tipped so far back it points at the ceiling. Satisfied and yet craving more. Casimir, though far out of Victoria’s view, blinks owlishly once before breathing a sigh of relief.

The empty bottle is placed gingerly back upon their coffee table away from the others. The fledgling sheepishly sucking her teeth after such an embarrassing sight.

“S-so…nothing on that list seemed…that unique.”

Casimir blew a single laugh from his nose and offered her his handkerchief.

“She was sleeping with her neighbour.”

#vampire the masquerade #victoria errant #vtm ocs #v5 #casimir breza #welcome to los angeles #All the Saints are Sleeping #I really liked this prompt #even if it wasn’t asked #thinking about V’s first couple of nights weaning herself off her sires blood was interesting #writing

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7 comfort movies -w-

tagged by @violetfoxsketches

1. Devil Wears Prada

2. Mad Max Fury Road 

3. Repo! The Genetic Opera

4. Oceans 8

5. Interview with a Vampire

6. Barbie: Princess and the Pauper 

7. Crimson Peaks

#the duality of man #its all high camp #I will not be elaborating

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Character questions

Gonna cheer myself up by compiling a list of questions that were asked here into one of those meme thingies. Feel free to ask any of my charas if you want to or reblog this or whatnot. They are meant for OCs but can be answered by non-OCs too, or you can even answer them yourself if you like.

What’s one experience your character had that made them very afraid?

What is your character’s happiest memory?

What’s one skill your character really wishes they had?

What is their favourite food? Their daily diet?

Do they like music? If so, what kind of music do they enjoy?

Do they collect anything/have a collection?

Have they ever encountered someone they really wanted to kill?

How do they deal with bullies and people who just won’t leave them alone?

Does your character have any accidents or stunts from the past that they’re extremely embarrassed about or had a funny result? Details please!

Your character has discovered that they only have a week left to live. What do they do with that time?

What was something they struggled with greatly and how did they overcome it?

Your character has the opportunity to have one wish granted. Would the wish only benefit them, someone else (one person or multiple), or everyone? And what would that wish be?

Does your character have anyone that they really care about, to the point that they would give their life for them? If so, who are they and what is your character’s relation to them? If not, do they wish they did? Is there anyone they wish they could build such a relationship with?

Do they have someone that they consider to be a family member, even if they’re not related to your character by blood? What was one of your character’s favourite moments with them, and what makes them so special to them?

Does your character have a deep and/or dark secret? If so, what is it? 

What is their aspiration? Their goal? Their purpose? What makes them want to wake up everyday and keep on going?

How was their childhood? Did their parents treat them fairly? Did they have any really good friends?

Does your character believe the ends justify the means? No matter who they have to step on to reach their goals?

Have they ever lost a loved one? What happened to them, and are they the same as they were before they lost them?

How would your character define love? 

How does your character decide if a person is mature or not? 

Do they have any nervous habits? If they know, what made them start doing them?

Does your character know any languages apart from their native language? What one would they like to learn?

Does magic exist in your character’s world, and can they use it? If so, how does it work?

Has anyone ever tried to kill your character? If so, why?

Has your character ever been hurt or betrayed by someone they thought they could depend on? What happened?

How much have they given up to get to where they are in life, willingly or unwillingly? How much do they think they would give up to get to where they want to be, in the future?

When your character was younger, how did they picture themselves growing up? Does it differ from how they really turned out?

If they could change just one thing about themselves, what would it be?

Does your character have a family? If so, do they get along well with them?

How patient is your character with others? Do they find it easy to handle people that try and bug them, or hard?

Would they consider themselves a weakling or are they more of a tough person? How hard a punch could they deliver and just how tough a blow could they take?

In your character’s opinion, is it okay being content in one place, or are people just wasting their time if they don’t explore?

Has anyone ever given your character a really important gift? What was it? Do they take care of that gift today or have they since lost or broken it?

Speaking of items, what is their most prized possession? If they have one that is.

Tattoos. Do they have any? Do they want any? 

How advanced is the technology in your character’s world? Do they have mobile phones and high-tech computers yet or have they far surpassed that?

Have they ever had to hurt someone else, physically or mentally, to save themselves or another person? Were they the same after the incident, or did it change them?

What do they like better: angels or demons?

Do people expect a lot from your character or look up to them for something? Why or why not?

Where do they live? What is that place like, do they enjoy living there?

From where or from what do they originate?

What are they like when they’re drunk? Don’t be a prude and tell me they’ve never been smashed before.

Do they believe in elves, or even know any?

What’s their spirit animal? What animal do they just look at and say, “That’s me”?

Which is your character’s preferred weapon of choice?

If your character could be any other species, what would they be? (anthro, feral, whatever, anything is good)

Do they have any health conditions?

Do they have any religious/spiritual beliefs? What are they? How did they come to believe in them?

What’s their earliest memory?

Do they find that they care what others think of them? or do they not really mind how others view them?

Do they have any pets/familiars/animals or really anything that follows them around?

Do they have an alternate form?

What kind of weather do they like best? How do they enjoy that weather?

Do they have any special powers? 

Would they ever turn on someone they just met in order to save themselves?

Would they rather be hot or cold?

What’s their preferred method of fighting?

Have they ever had an encounter with someone that changed their whole life?

Have they ever committed a crime, or something they felt was wrong? What was it?

What would have to be the most interesting thing about where your character lives?

What’s something that really repulses them? 

What do they do for a living? Do they enjoy it, or are they just doing it because they have to?

What are your character’s thoughts on liquor? Ever had anything strong?

Have they ever eaten something unusual to their normal diet? What was it? Did they like it?

If they were free to do anything, be it cruel, kind, or otherwise, without fear of repercussions, what is it that your character would do?

What was the most acidic remark your character’s ever given to someone? And their reaction?

What, in your character’s life, puts the most pressure on them?

Do they enjoy facing their fears? CAN they face their fears? If not, what do they do in a situation where they’re forced to face them?

When it comes to clothing, what’s their style? Do they prefer natural or formal? Skinny or baggy clothes? 

How is your character’s bedroom? Is it small, big, colourful, simple, messy, organised, filled with their things, shared…? 

Do they like to read? If so, what’s their favourite genre? Favourite author? Favourite book?

If your character knew what they know now when they were younger would they do things in their life differently?

What would be the worst way to die, in your character’s opinion?

What was the worst experience they’ve ever had with their family? Or, if they don’t have one, what’s the worst part of not having a family?

Which one of the five senses is most important to them? 

Are they capable of handling themselves in a fight? And, what was the worst fight they’ve gotten themselves into, if any?

Are they very trusting or not trusting at all? Have they ever been betrayed or has someone they hated become one of the most reliable people they know?

Which one do they prefer; knowing when they die or how they die?

How do they spend a rainy day?

Your character is running late but need to grab something to eat. What do they get?

If they could have one superpower, what would it be? Choose wisely, it could have drawbacks to them.

Have they ever had to tell someone a lie to protect them? Did they regret doing it or not?

What do they do if they have a really bad nightmare?

If the opportunity to join an adventure appears, but for your character to participate the’d need to leave their current life behind without knowing if they’ll ever come back, would they go no matter what? Or would they prefer to stay with their current life?

Do they have anything that they consider a good luck charm? 

What’s their favourite physical activity?

Assuming they aren’t one already would your character prefer to be a Vampire, a Werewolf, or a Demon? And no cheating, if they are already one of those they can’t pick the one that they are.

Does your character like the ocean, or are they more of a land person? Perhaps they prefer specific bodies of water, like ponds and rivers, or specific locations on the land, like forests and mountains?

#fuck it I’m bored and need to get back into writing #tho reblogging this is kinda a moot point since I have like 2 followers #shout out to you fellas you know who you are kisses

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I would love to get back into the habit of making art :)

*logs into final fantasy xiv for 10 hours*

#delete later #it do be it