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[hubakon1368]

I'd love to know how you'd rewrite the SI's attack on London. Since it would be fun to see the SI get their asses kicked because they sorely underestimated Mithras and Roger. :)

I haven't really given it much thought beyond "London's Kindred population remains completely in tact", but I love your idea.

[hubakon1368]

Maximillian Strauss. I’d like to thank @robotslenderman for putting why I hate his depiction in LA By Night better than I ever could.

Probably also Galeb Bazory. I really liked your interpretation of the scene where he kills Stanford. It’s something Vampire: The Masquerade needs more of.

As a side note, I’m with you on Jan and Theo.

Also, Mercurio.

Hey guys, are there any characters you admit you'd be guilty of turning into Creator's Pets? I know I'd probably make Jan Pieterzoon and Theo Bell from Vampire the Masquerade into my personal Creator's Pets. Not to mention obnoxiously promoting the Nephtali. XD

[badass-at-fandoming]

do you happen to have that post where beckett mistakes “simp” to mean “sympathize” and he says “i simp for pieterzoon, believe me, i do,” and a fledgling has to hold back their laughter?

Hi @meatcrimes! I have no memory of such a post so I read your ask and cackled at 8 o'clock in the morning 😂😂😂 After digging through Jan's tag on the blog, I found two that might be what you're looking for.

@goreador's Sascha "Simps for Jan" Vykos

or

@kl-writes's Keep your simping to yourself

Not exactly your wording, but close! @rayshell22livejournalcom is the biggest Jan fan if you're in the mood to mutually rotate that blorbo

[kingwithpaintedfingers]

I got tagged in an ask game by @tagedeszorns! Thank you so much, for thinking of me and asking!

Last song listened to: Probably Mordred's Lullaby by Heather Dale, while in the car with my friend. Don't tell my sister, please!

Currently reading: A is for Arsenic: the Poisons of Agatha Christie, by Kathryn Harkup (not to be confused with A is for Arsenic: an ABC of Victorian Death by Chris Woodyard and Landis Blair, which I have not read and hadn't heard of until I googled the title of the book I'm reading to look up the author. Might have to check it out though!). Very good stuff, goes into the nitty-gritty of molecular biology in an accessible way (speaking as a biology major who didn't do well in chemistry). Did you know that cyanide doesn't actually turn the victim cyanotic? It actually turns them pink! I never knew that!

Currently watching: Qwerpline season 3, babyyyyyyy!!! Nsburg is back, and it's wacky as always!!! That's only once a week, though, so in between I've been watching Overly Sarcastic Production's Trope Talk series.

I should watch Castlevania, I've heard it's good...and someday I need to watch Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood...idk, I have a lot of things on my to-watch list.

Currently obsessed with: Still Warhammer 40k. I need to kick myself into updating fics, though, I haven't since like...last summer, and I think people are getting impatient. 8C I'm also doing some digital art online with an adoptables group, doing some crochet, and I finally started playing Cult of the Lamb on my Switch on Friday, so that's been taking up a lot of my time.

Tagging! Oh man, uhhhhh lemme seeeeeee... if they haven't been tagged already, @relax-and-read-on, @bobthebobhere, @krynnmeridia, @wolf-tail, and @rayshell22livejournalcom! And if you want, @ludiart, you too!

[hubakon1368]

#but then I also feel that way about the Anarchs #I think the only reason I like the Camarilla is because they're the only ones with any dimension #you have an actual scale of princes from assholes to pretty decent ones #but once you've met one Anarch/Sabbat you've met them all #VTM

Preserving @robotslenderman​’s tags.

So what are some of your favorite clans?

I'm not a Sabbat person but I'm very fond of both the Tzimisce and the Lasombra. Also the Gangrel.

Very sad I've never gotten the opportunity to play a Tzimisce. we could have had it aaaaalllll

[ziracona]

Have you posted any Adam Francis headcanons yet? I'd love to know about your take on the Dbd Wondernerd. :)

I’m sure I have, but the tag system on mobile is a bitch. ✊😔

I never quite know how to answer these, because I include so much of my thoughts when I write already. Hard to think of things not already covered. Uhhh. I think he goes on to be a successful author, and truly enjoys it. Enjoys speaking at conferences, and giving advice to young writers too.

I think he’s very socially adept and gets along easily, and keeps a cool head more easily than most of the other survivors. Good at rolling with the punches.

I think he’s much funnier than people expect or give him credit for.

Has good fashion sense, but sometimes completely ignores it and looks ridiculous on purpose, especially if going somewhere with Ace (solidarity).

Jake (and quickly, Dwight) are first to pick up on a specific part of his sense of humor being that he acts straight laced but would do all kinds of goofy things with the squad ‘for the bit’ and can be prompted to with a quiet (‘…for the bit’.) Jake and he do this to each other in secret because if Meg found out it’s a thing it would never end.

Not great in a fist fight, but amazing aim (obviously) and one of the more proficient with blunt melee weapons.

Thinks it’s funny Ace calls him ‘Professor’ not because he actually was one, but bc when they met the way he was dressed looked to Ace like the Professor from Gilligan’s Island, and likes to tell that story (and is the kind of person who really enjoys that kind of story).

Knocked a man out with his laptop once and the laptop made it.

Some kind of demi-grey but potentially likes all kinds if they register high enough on the amazing scale. Definitely has had an interest at least 3 survivors at some point. It’s just usually not the focus amidst. Well. Everything but also him as a person.

The kind of person who has a huge collection of teas and can actually tell them apart by taste without looking and gets really excited and enthusiastic about different ways of brewing and new teapots. Collects mugs so everyone gets to go wild picking out some of the coolest ones you ever saw for him.

Gets people to start a book club with him post-realm, but instead of reading the same book, everyone reads a different one and then meets up to one at a time go bonkers (positive or negative) about the book they’re reading to everyone else. No firm rules. Meg Thomas showed up week 1 with a Silver Age Spider-Man compendium. Jane brought her own book as a joke and got trapped having to actually comment on it because everyone Yes, And’d her joke so hard. They all really enjoy it, but the meetings last longer than a d&d meet.

Also have this gif I made as a joke about him misusing his rock ability to throw rocks at killers like a god years ago for free as a bonus:

[kinnmiraihen]

What bugged you about the translation choices for 'The Outsider'?

thats a good question, but a lot of the translation choices that i was highly concerned about ended up getting resolved. the major ones were before the game came out and the trailer for the outsider showed that matsu's name was translated to lawless and tarokichi was taroimo.

by the time the game came out and i had gotten to play the chapter for myself, i felt relieved in a way. everyone can argue about which chapter had gotten the worst translations, but i was glad that in a way the localization team kept taro and matsu's original names. the aeon genesis fanslation if i may add completely ignored matsu's actual name of matsui whereas the remake added it, when confronting general yamazaki, priest unryu and doctor livingstill.

the matron had also refered to lawless as a nickname. the credits show matsu's name and his japanese name of muhoumatsu. in the case of taro, watanabe (or one of the other kids..i completely forgot) mentioned that kaori was fretting over tarokichi, not taroimo or taromaru or whatnot. and of course, like in the original game, tobei fucked up taro's name.

its not the end of the world though, cause i'm not too knowledgeable about things like translation, and sure some choices could've been better but i can accept them. it's not too bad from what i've seen, or maybe that's just my opinion?

[hubakon1368]

What's your opinion on Theo Bell from Vampire the Masquerade?

I haven't come across enough media to form that much of an opinion. The things I find the most interesting about him is his relationship with Jan Pieterzoon and how the two had the shared desire to improve the Camarilla. And with V5 having Jan presumed dead and Theo defecting to the Anarchs, I'm not really interested in him unless they backtrack on those plot developments.

[wolf-tail]

It me(sorta)

@krynnmeridia @hatefulhyena @atlinmerrick

@rayshell22livejournalcom

Ahhhh I love this picrew so much!! Starting a picrew chain :DD

Tagging @the-reynolds-pamphlet @vive-la-revolution @viva-la-resistancce @stressedsnake @mister-finally-found-himself​ @bog-o-mine​ and anyone else who wants to try :DDDD

[missn11]

Midnight Ride Theo Bell x Jan Pieterzoon

So @rayshell22livejournalcom on tumblr had asked me if I had anymore Theo Bell x Jan Pieterzoon fanart ideas to draw and I had mentioned that I was thinking of drawing Theo and Jan riding on a motorcycle (since I believe in the clan novels Theo gave Jan a lift on his motorcycle) and after rayshell22livejournalcom gave me some encouragement, I went for it. And boy, motorcycles are hard to draw even with reference but I think I did an decent job and its nice to make an art piece that kind of resembles what I imagined! XD      

[robotslenderman]

Do you have any Conclave of Prague Headcanons?

I was actually writing a post on this and was about to make it its proper post, lol.

So, I’ll give you the involvement of my former Sabbat vamps (+ Millicent Rue)!

You said in the notes of the original post --

I understand your skepticism, but considering that Theo worked with Lucita, a Lasombra, in Gehenna The Final Night, stranger things have happened. ;)

On one hand, I’m pretty sure there isn’t any penis throwing in that novel.

On the other... they live in the same city, and an outrageous distraction is probably the best distraction you can get. Like, it’s a penis. Everyone is going to want to look to see what the fuck is going on.

Theo Bell’s probably heard of the descendant of Sascha Vykos whose life dream is to throw a penis in Hardestadt’s face, just like her great-grandsire. It’s not common knowledge, but since the Sabbat used to have the city most people who live there have heard of her ambition, even if they don’t know the name of the Tzimisce who had it. She used to live there, maybe she never left. Tzimisce have Vicissitude, after all.

Nastasya poses as Laika Petrova, the Gangrel, these days. She’s seen Theo Bell around at Elysium from time to time, so she’s not surprised to see him there again one night. She’s surprised he’s walking towards her, but not alarmed.

Then he says, “I’ve heard you can get me in contact with Anastasia Sokolova.”

And Laika just side eyes him all, “The Tzimisce? Why would I have any connections to her?”

And he just looks at her.

And she sighs and is like, “FINE. Meet me at the Bow Bridge in Central Park at 3AM.”

So they meet. She does so in her regular Tzimisce form. She doesn’t bother taking precautions to protect herself; Bell isn’t the type to lure an enemy into an ambush when he could’ve just exposed her in plain sight. He doesn’t want her destroyed, she’s pretty sure.

Theo Bell is like, “I’ve heard you want to throw a penis at Hardestadt.”

Nastasya tries not to laugh her ass off, because “are you seriously telling me the Camarilla actually dispatched an Archon over penis throwing?”

“No,” says Theo. “Actually, I want a distraction. You want to pull a Vykos. There’s a conclave in Prague in three months. I can help you get in and make it happen. Let’s talk.”

Nastasya. Is. Delighted.

She doesn’t even ask questions. Just like Theo hoped she would.

And then this post happens:

Nastasya wakes up in the middle of the day. Proteans into the form of a rat. Makes a ghoul carry her in a light-proof box to her sire’s haven.

Shakes him awake. Holding him by the shoulders, eyes bloodshot, she gets right up in his face.

“We need to go to Prague.”

Her sire is, like, so done with Nastasya and her Vykos obsession, but he works hard to be a Good Sire even though she’s been released for a decade, so you know he’s letting himself get dragged there anyway.

Nastasya texts Sullivan’s ghoul. “We’re going to Prague to throw a penis in the face of Hardestadt, you in?”

And Sullivan just takes one look at it and is like “tell her I’ll have to track down Millicent and bring her, because she will never forgive me if she misses out on this.”

So Sullivan gets to work. He and Nastasya, as a favour to him, pull every string they have with the Nosferatu antitribu to track down Millicent. Sullivan finally finds her in a dive bar in Los Angeles, managing the blood trade there under the noses of Anarchs and Camarilla alike.

Sullivan just cuts straight to the chase all, “I’ve been looking for you for weeks! I got an offer I don’t think you’ll want to refuse.”

“You have an offer. Grammar.”

She ditches him as a fledgling when the Sabbat starts fracturing, they don’t see each other for years, that’s how they greet each other. Yeah,  the two of them are just Like That.

“You know Nastasya?” Sullivan tells her. “She’s a Tzimisce friend of mine in New York. She’s the great-grandchilde of Sascha Vykos.”

“What about her?”

“There’s a convention in Prague. Hardestadt will be there. Stasya wants to continue a family tradition. Wanna come?”

Millicent hears “great-grandchilde of Sascha Vykos”, “convention” and “family tradition” and just stops cleaning the glass (she’s at a bar, they’re always cleaning glasses with rags, saves on the water bill).

She stares at him.

She says, “It’s taken quite some time for me to carve out my own part of the blood trade here.”

“Yup,” says Sullivan.

Millicent doesn’t tell him to say yes, not yup. “It takes a lot of maintenance to prevent the competition from muscling in.”

“I’d expect so.”

“And you want me to drop everything and go to Europe to watch a Tzimisce with the maturity of a thirteen-year-old boy throw a lewd body part in the face of a founder of the Camarilla?”

“Yep!”

She stares at him.

Then she says, “Our elders are trying to get the clan into the Ivory Tower. If we’re going to do this, it’s now or never.”

“I knew you’d like it.”

-o-

Nastasya’s grandsire comes too. Having been subject to Sascha’s abuse personally, he often feels like Nastasya doesn’t take Vykos seriously enough, but he has to admit this would be pretty fucking funny so he tags along.

Theo Bell smuggles the ex-Sabbat in. The sires are all deeply amused that he’s helping, and when Millicent is the first person to have the brain cells to ask why, Nastasya tells her, “don’t look a gift Cammy in the mouth!”

Nastasya’s been practicing throwing penises ever since the plan was hatched. It is a bad-dragon esque penis, a foot long and thicker than a man’s forearm, and it’s prehensile and squirming.

She can’t just copy Vykos, she has to outdo them, you know. Put her own spin on the penis. If she ever meets them, she’ll say, “Mine was bigger!”

She waits for the time Theo Bell told her to. A time when the Ventrue are coming back from recess, but nobody’s suspicious the Brujah haven’t quite made it back yet. A time when the conclave hall isn’t too loud and everyone’s just murmuring to each other.

There’s a piercing whistle and a, “Hey, Hardestadt!” Everyone’s heads snap up.

And the penis is thrown. Thrown, but more like hurled. There’s Potence behind it. She wants that penis to hurt.

When everyone turns their heads to see where it comes from, Nastasya makes sure to yell, “Tradition, bitches! The Vykos bloodline sends its regards!"

(She’s spent weeks coming up with the words.)

It’s the best distraction Theo Bell could have hoped for. Even the most bored Kindred with glazed-over eyes is immediately snapping to attention to see the thing squirm its way up Hardestadt’s trouser leg from where it bounced off him and fell on the floor. Jan, who may or may not be in on the whole thing, is trying not to laugh.

There’s dead silence, then the Ventrue start yelling.

And then the ambush happens. The Brujah start cutting down Ventrue.

Hardestadt doesn’t realise what’s happened at first, because he’s trying to get the thing out of his shirt. So it’s pretty easy for Theo to blow his fucking head off.

-o-

Sullivan tells Millicent, “You know, when you said it was now or never, you weren’t fucking kidding.”

Millicent tells him off for cursing.

-o-

So, you know, fuck it.

It’s headcanon now.

[robomythos]

Shademan headcanons. I love robotic vampires.

-A very refined and dignified robot, despite the fact he looks like a cheesy Halloween decoration. Course he takes pride in his look, but he can also have a little sense of humor about it- a little, gets old quick. 

-Has a coffin shaped bed, it’s gaudy and ornate. Skull Man finds it gross, keep the coffin beds simplistic. 

-He cares for organic and robot bats, they’re wonderful creatures, very cute

-Loud noises bother him a lot, those big ears are sensitive to sounds normal humans can’t hear

-He likes taking long flights on clear nights, it helps him clear his head. He’ll go on flights with some of the other robot masters capable of flight, he enjoys the company. 

-Shade puts value on robots under him, those who aren’t robot masters with varying degrees of self awareness. He considers them individuals who he enjoys the company of. Shade just doesn’t like being lonely. 

-Definitely uses his wings as a blanket like bats, or to use to hug others.

-The tail is for decoration it doesn’t do anything unfortunately. 

[gorogues]

Lisa having a crush on Barry wouldn't surprise me, since I headcanon a little that the Rogues all have crushes on the Flash. But I think it would be more interesting if Len is the Snart harboring feelings for Barry.

Spoilers for current Flash comics in this post!

It’d definitely be different, and I’m sure you’re not alone in those feelings!  I guess we’ll see where it goes, though as I said earlier, I really hope Lisa isn’t romantically interested in him because that’s an overdone cliché.  Or if she does have a crush on him, that isn’t the reason she’s helping him escape.  I’d hope she’s helping because it’s the logistically smart thing to do, or maybe because it’s the best ethical decision in light of her disapproval of her brother.

[monkeypretzel]

Out of curiosity, what sort of headcanons do you have about Joel and Mike's childhoods? I've gotten hints from your fic ideas that they may have been darker than what the show suggested.

Keeping in mind that I use bits from the actual life histories of Mike Nelson and Joel Hodgson and transfer that into my headcanon, but also that I am old and feel like I have to include a disclaimer that this is totally fictional Mike and Joel…

Joel Robinson grew up in rural Wisconsin the long awaited first born male middle child in a traditional family, one decade-older sister, one younger brother, and by traditional, read religious. His grandfather a Baptist preacher, there was always an undercurrent of disapproval that Joel’s father hadn’t followed the family tradition, but Joel was expected to remedy that situation - the call would come from God one day, and Joel had to be ready when it did, according to his grandfather, who ruled the family home with an iron fist as God intended it to be. So his young childhood was filled with warnings about Satan and sin, how self-denial led to holiness, how things of the world were temptations. Best to stay within home and the church and the arms of the tight-knit community, tinkering in the basement or the garage or the backyard with his younger brother watching and ‘helping’. Tinkering also helped block out the three-way screaming matches of his sister, his parents, and his grandfather. Joel hated conflict, hated fights, hated screaming, hated loud. The louder and more frequent the fighting got as his sister progressed through her rebellious teen years in the rebellious 60s, the quieter and quieter Joel got, listening for that Call that his grandfather swore would come while he invented new toys and games to delight his brother and the few other children he was allowed to play with. One morning his sister was gone, and his grandfather told him, when he asked, that she was in hell already. The family didn’t seem to miss her much. Joel wondered if they would miss him, if he ever disappeared. When his grandfather died only a few months later, things relaxed, but his sister did not appear, and the family moved to Green Bay. Joel’s teen years were much more peaceful; he was still quiet, but if something interested him he’d devote himself fully to it, learning everything he could. Things were concrete; they didn’t change like people. He still spent a lot of time praying, but less and less time listening as he retreated farther into his own world. His parents were supportive of his “strange” hobbies, but privately they wondered if he’d ever show an interest in girls, have a family of his own. Joel didn’t worry about such things. He wanted a family, sure, but there was plenty of time for that. And he’d make sure his family would stick together, all for one and one for all. They wouldn’t be left behind.

Mike Nelson had an older brother who treated him like any older brother would; alternately bullying him and conspiring with him to get into trouble. But while Mike liked roughhousing and sports and snips and snails and puppy dog tails, he liked music, and he loved nothing more than to play pretend and get to be someone else, someone exciting, not boring, average Mike Nelson. He was enamored with the piano in his aunt’s house even when he wasn’t tall enough to see over the keys. He doesn’t remember much of his childhood - maybe one too many knocks on the head? - but he does remember how one day a piano appeared in their living room, and how his father would always shake his head and stomp out of the room whenever Mike sat down to practice. His father, an ex-Marine, was a good solid chunk of man who thought his sons should be men, too, not pansies playing the piano like Liberace, or even worse, actors. Mike’s mother was a strong woman with a lot of patience and she usually won the battles she chose to fight. After a few years of practice on his part and grumbling on his father’s, Mike was good enough to play at the school plays, and when the family moved to rural Wisconsin from the suburbs of Chicago, his talent was recruited for the fledgling community theater. That’s where he discovered he could still play pretend and that he was pretty good at that, too. His size meant that he didn’t get picked on too much at school, but his brother was as big as he was and his father’s tacit approval of the bullying meant that he often holed up in the ‘barn’ (really just a shed and a garage since they didn’t keep animals on the property anymore) or his bedroom, thinking, reading, and hiding. Maybe he hid from himself a little, too, because the older he got, the more he realized he’d never be the man his father wanted him to be. He was the “fucking faggot” Eddie called him between punches, and he had to keep that secret buried deep. He was good at acting, at pretending. He could pretend to be normal, to like girls. He could fool them all.

[hubakon1368]

I just remembered another character from VTMB: Mercurio.

Hey guys, are there any characters you admit you'd be guilty of turning into Creator's Pets? I know I'd probably make Jan Pieterzoon and Theo Bell from Vampire the Masquerade into my personal Creator's Pets. Not to mention obnoxiously promoting the Nephtali. XD

[ziracona]

What are your OG Dead by Daylight headcanons for David King? Inquiring minds want to know. :)

Oh geeze I’m bad at answering these because headcanons is so broad I don’t know where to start.

I mean, I guess the contrasting ones are I kept the OG story (I hate the rehash bc it makes him way too similar to Jake Park in backstory but also bc the OG of ‘his rich ass parents are like ‘Ok 😊 have fun living in squalor and working shit jobs bc you feel like it’s your truth love you!’ Totally sincerely is funny af.

My David is a bisexual. I heard they made him gay or bi canon finally which is great! (Can’t can’t remember which bc it was after I quit playing but either way, good to hear! And I feel seen by that.) He’s usually got a preference for men, which makes Laurie being his final crush kind of unusual for him but I mean, it’s Laurie, haha, although I don’t go into that much in ILM. He definitely had interest in Quentin, Adam, Laurie, and Kate and Jeff (more briefly) at times during ILM. 

David likes rollercoasters a lot. It’s weird bc he’s not the kind of person who’d suggest a theme park for an outing, like ever, but if he went he would be hitting the nastiest scariest fastest coaster 24/7 and everyone else without that stamina cries. Weird kind of thrill junky where he doesn’t actively seek out all the thrills he’d love but if he sees them he’s like ‘Oh fr👀?’

His teeth are not great. He’s missing at least a few, though he gets replacements. But they’re also just. Not pretty. Not in great condition evenness and stained.

Would have the Shang in Mulan reaction to getting his ass kicked by someone he’s interested in. (Damn ;)

Loves rain and when it’s overcast and storming. Likes to sail.

Almost superstitious about crossing bridges. Well, he’d say that if asked why he looked antsy. Really it’s more like ‘I never properly processed immense psychological trauma, so every time I cross a bridge I become hyper focused on potential threats and it gives me anxiety for about 30 seconds although I don’t know what anxiety is so I don’t know that’s the feeling.’

Likes romance films. He finds them moving or kind of sweet, even when someone else would probably find them goofy. (Parents were big into them growing up)

Has had quite a few sexual partners and is from this experience, coincidentally, quite good in the sack. With all types. Good specifically in an intuitive way too where he can pick up comfort and experience levels real quick and does a great job of adapting to them.

Pretty impressive drinker, but nowhere near as good at holding his liquor as he wishes and very mad about that.

Only Rowan ever caught me as far as I know, but I don’t write his dialect as an English accent. I gave him a Scottish vernacular instead. He deserved it. He’s friend shaped, and that was the appropriate accent. Besides, no full voice lines means no one could prove he did not grow up best friends with Scottish kids and pick up their accent. You can’t prove I’m wrong so the accent stays.