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enydaghoul · 1 month

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Character sheet of my nosferatu Virus

The real star of the show is Pip

#vampire the masquerade #vtm #vampire the masquerade oc #vtm oc #vampire the masquerade nosferatu #vtm nosferatu #nosferatu #character ref sheet #vampire #vampire oc #vampire character #dark fantasy #tw blood #cw blood #original character #digital illustration #oc: Virus

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ruderubicante · 1 month

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We need more Nosferatu art.

#vtm #vtm oc #vtm art #nosferatu #illustration #art #vampire the masquerade #cw body horror

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holly-bearie · 4 months

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sometimes when angelo gets distracted or emotional he Leaks Blood a bit. bad time at the boardwalk ✌️

+ he looks like The Predator when he smiles, im Happy

#vtm #vtm oc #nosferatu #my art #angelo #i am Not looking up the anatomy of a smile im too lazy #cw gore #cw body horror

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harbingersecho · 7 months

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WODtober 6 > Underground

#vtm #vampire the masquerade #wodtober #nosferatu #mine #*23 #vamptober #frankie #cw eyestrain #i've never done pixel art before but i felt like it kinda fit the vibe #this was actually a lot of fun. its so different from how i usually draw. 100% recommend others try it. csp has a pixel art marker pen too #i might do this for rvb later but way more simplified. i feel like it fits lol #idk why but this gave me major 'chill beats to study to' vibes. even made a short chill semi-gothic/darkwave? playlist lol #its not the best gif but everytime i even try to open my photoshop it complains abt having no space so. we make do

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iiworldtour · 7 months

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BREAKING: dan and phil live in bikini bottom 🍍🗿

What happened when Dan was away

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dreveel · 1 month

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Goth Stim Leftovers;

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#gifset #stim gif #stim gifs #goth stim #my gifs #stimboard #visual stim #stimblr #stim #cw taxidermy #tw taxidermy #taxidermy #black stim #grey stim #Nosferatu

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stacia-honey-art · 9 months

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I hade the chance to play Vampire the Masquerade with my best friend and her super cool Netherlands friends last week and I made this fun grungy nosferatu who was also a tech wizard for some reason lol

But I got a messy crit and just eviscerated this dude and his limbs went flying out the window lmao. I had such a fun time!!!

#vampire #vampire the masquerade #vtm #vtm oc #vtm art #original character #nosferatu #rpg #oc rpg #drawing #original art #digital art #illustration #halloween #cw: gore #cw: violence

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rareship-rats · 7 months

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Where your nightmares end...

Moral of the story: Until frustration makes me wish my teeth were sharp as yours Chew through asylum doors, these herbivores will no more use my heart They'll call me crazy but their words all seem made-up to me Maybe they just need more friendship like yours

(Yes, yes, he is gonna get Kuru from this! Obligatory (second) Will Wood reference!)

So, well. Rat movies crossover with some violence thrown into it. There is some story behind this - but, to be honest, I don't know it either. You will have to look and see for yourself.

It was very fun to draw, let me tell you something. I think I made Knock a bit too cute for what it is, but why not?

There was also this less violent sketch:

It was a bit too innocent, plus gore and cannibalism is edgy and cool. Let the man eat.

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its-sixxers · 2 years

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Mary’s bloodline. Individual posts under the cut.

#vampire the masquerade #vtm #nosferatu #nosferatu oc #vtmb #fanart #art #okay woof i finally got off my butt and put all of them together here #it tops out with medusa as the gen 4 but as she's an actual part of vtm canon i will pass on trying to draw her lol #realize here that some shit is wrong stylistically but fuck it i guess idk #cw blood #cw body horror

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spooky-donut-ghost-house · 6 months

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"Mom, I frew up."

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omnic · 1 year

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i joined a vtm rp server and so i PRESENT: my disaster of a nosferatu dude (and yes those superfluous eyes are defunct they just kinda vibing on his face)

#my art.#vtm #nosferatu #vtm nosferatu #digital art #wod #body horror cw //#eye trauma cw //#idk abt that last one but hey..... just in case yo

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newwavenosferatu · 6 months

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Evening Sewer Rats and Creeps alike. It's quiet tonight, both Kindred and Kine seem content to stay in their own little homes and havens. Given my uh... recent transgression against the Masquerade I thought I would stay in and tend to my Spawning Pool. After checking on the rats and other beasties, I fed on a few and headed back to the one little area of my haven with any electricity: my desk and computer. So, I have decided to regale you with the story of my Embrace, and how I came to be what I am tonight.

I was born to a French-Irish immigrant family in a small town in Indiana. My life was unremarkable, filled with novels and music and very little else. One night in September of 1984, I was walking home from a goth night held at some dingy house venue. I was on a horrid blend of alcohol and diet pill speed, slowly making my way back to my place. I heard someone call my name, and I stopped, turning around to see if maybe someone from the party was trying to get ahold of me, maybe I left something behind, I don't know. I turn around to continue walking and see movement out of an alley I was about to walk past. I tentatively go to take a look, foolishly walking further down the alley. I feel a weight on my back, and thin, almost skeletal arms and legs wrap around me. I feel this rush, almost like sex on acid. This euphoric rush spreads out from my head, all the way down to my toes, and I go limp. I felt myself fall onto the concrete.

When I awoke, I was in some dingy room, with bricked up windows and full moldering furniture speckled with ancient dust. The room I was in was lit only by a single oil lamp. letting of a foul smoke that filled the room. Piles of books, newspapers, old TVs and radios were stacked against the walls and piled on tables. Scrawled writing on stained papers formed a makeshift carpet on the floor. The worst part? There was no door, only a hatch in the ceiling. It must have been at least 20 feet up to the hatch.. Just as I am fully realizing the gravity of my fuckup when get a look at myself reflected on an old 50s TV set. My skin has turned a sickly greyish blue, an is covered in lesions and cuts. As I scream in horror I see all my teeth have elongated, especially my incisors. My eyes sunken in my face and colored a milky black. My ears had begun to point. I collapse to the floor, completely overwhelmed. I howled and cried, only more disgusted when my tears are streaked with thick globs of blood. After what seemed like days. I felt my body slowly rearrange itself into this new, grotesque form. I felt my organs shrivel, my muscles tighten and atrophy. My skin shrunk, like I needed something to make me more skeletal. My teeth moved, stretched and sharpened into a maw of fangs, with my incisor teeth like long daggers poking out of my lips. I looked like a bad Halloween costume , a kitschy Count Orlok and Siouxsie Sioux mash up. My makeup was gone, but with eyes twice their original size in sunken eye sockets, I didn't need anything to make my eyes any more dramatic. My once carefully maintained teased hair matted and full of bits of trash and debris.

Eventually, I heard a squeaking clank, and was met with dozens of live rats falling like rain into my squalid new home. I found my teeth sunken in to one of the poor things neck before I even knew what was going on. When I came to my senses, I was covered in gore and bits of fur, met with the sight of many tiny corpses covering the floor. The hatch was closed once again. I cried harder then than I ever have before. This time my tears were crimson, running down my face and leaving scarlet lines as they drip down. Looking at myself again, it became clear to me human was no longer a word I could use to describe myself. No longer wrought by pain, my metamorphosis seemed complete. I began to actually look around my filthy prison cell, reading what I could of the scrawling in the books and sketches. Over and over, the words "Embrace", "Kindred", "Nosferatu", and "Camarilla" popping up all over the place. When I heard the hatch begin to turn open I scream at my unseen captor. "Come on fuckface! You did this to me but don't have the balls to face me? I'll rip your fuckin' throat out when I find you!" I was met with eerily jovial laughter, and a rope ladder fell from the hatch. I climb up and am met with a face looking just like my new visage.. She was tall, with almost comically large pointed ears and half of the skin on her face missing.

Over the next few weeks, I was instructed in the nature of what I am, what it means for me, and what my new "life" was going to consist of. I was told of the enigmatic Ivory Tower, the rebellious Anarchs and fanatical Sabbat. I learned of many clans of Kindred and what else is lurking and scheming in the night. I drank the blood of a woman my Sire had turned into a Blood Doll, and learned to savor its taste. I was taught in the arts of Obfuscate and Animalism, and how to use them to survive these nights. My sire, who by the way is called Signe, eventually introduced me to the local Camarilla one Elysium, and I felt an uncomfortable mix of dread and excitement. This new unlife is surely to be infinitely more complex than my simple mortal existence.

I stayed with Signe for most of the 80s, and learned a great deal from her. Over time however, she began to expect so much of me, and one night I fled. Like a child running away, I returned to her hours later, and professed my apologies and embarrassment. She was heartbroken however, and told me of a Childe of hers who left her decades ago and went Sabbat. We cried together and I tried to explain all my complex feelings, but the damage was done. She told me it was time to get a haven of my own, to learn what it really means to be Kindred, to be a Sewer Rat. I left, wandering the city at night, hiding in sewers during the day until I met Tufts again.. She was as close as I ever got to a friend in life, and we became even closer in death.

Well, I suppose that's enough rambling for tonight. Stay safe, Kindred. I have a strange feeling tonight.

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#vampire the masquerade #vtm #world of darkness #wod oc #wod #nosferatu #solo rpg #solo ttrpg #vamily #cw drugs #cw alcohol #cw death #cw murder #cw animal death

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harbingersecho · 7 months

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