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A gift writing I did for @friberchi where I created a Lasombra for her. The stories mention previously introduced Isidora! Introducing Dionísia Noêmia Camacho.

Like all games in the World of Darkness series, VtM is rated strictly 18+. And like all kindred,Dionísia is a monster, and acts as such. Do not expect her to be a kind person.

Luísa Manequim – Luísa Sonza

`Oh, what the hell did Isidora drag her into this time?

Dionísia held still as the other woman applied her makeup for her. Isidora wasn’t one to wear it herself, but the Lasombra promptly put her to work doing it for her. She was pretty decent at it, there were no complaints.

And it was certainly a lot more easy than doing it herself.

“Hey, Fracturada, thanks for agreeing to do this,” the Gangrel tilted her head up to start lining her lips, “You’re the only one I could trust to do this.” Heh, trust, what a strong word for a kindred.

“Whatever you say, Onça.”

“What have I said about talking when I’m doing your lips?” The Lasombra tried not to smile at the little huff the other woman let out. “Also knock it off with that ‘whatever you say’, we both know you’re the best driver around.”

Oh, she knew, but she wouldn’t say it out loud.

After a few minutes the Gangrel nodded, picking up a brush and taking care of her hair real fast, “There, should be good to go. Go knock them dead.”

“Haha, hopefully I’ll avoid that.” Dionísia stood, starting to walk towards the door. However she paused, turning to look at Isidora, “This better make the boss happy.”

With that, she was gone.

One does not drive through Anarch territory and expect them not to pay attention. Sure, the prince let them live in the area, making sure they knew their place, but they watched all the same.

Fools.

She did not see them watching per say, if she passed one, but she knew they were there. Dionísia had survived the Sabbat, played their games, made her pacts. Now that was the hardest adjustment, she was pretty fond of some of the pact games. Hell, that was how she met a certain mechanic after all.

A secret they’d take with them when they finally turned to ash.

She eyed the time briefly at a stop light before glancing in the rear view. The car that turned and started on her same path over three blocks back was still there. She knew there was a good chance that it was just somebody trying to get somewhere along the same busy road.

But she didn’t make it this far in undeath being blind to other possibilities.

Shaking her head, she continued on, turning on her blinker as she approached the next light. The car behind her did the same; this quickly eliminated the idea of them just following her by chance.

Bad choice.

Making the turn, she made several more along the back street ways that connected several businesses along with neighborhoods. This way, that way, make that turn and loop around. The other car followed diligently, clearly wanting to keep up with her. She chuckled at that, doing her whole routine. Maybe make them frustrated and leave. See how long they’d last.

The game lasted half an hour, and she’d had enough of this bull-crap.

Okay, they didn’t want to give up this game? She’d play another.

Knowing just the dark, dingy spot to do it, she got them to follow her to an empty parking lot of an abandoned building. This worked for many reasons, but namely the lack of security and cameras.

And the complete lack of lighting aside from the headlights.

Getting out of her car, she waited. Her face conveyed no emotions, no notes of nerves or anger. The other person was clearly excited to do this, having some sort of beef or whatever they called it these days.

“Not going to ask why, huh?” They were getting closer, too close for their safety. They didn’t seem to care, damn fool.

“Why would I?” This question caught them off guard, and they paused as they stared at her. “All I need to know is that you’ve made a mistake.”

“Oh, have I?” They motioned at her, “What’re you going to do, stare me to death?”

“No.”

The other kindred didn’t have time to react before the shadows jumped them.

Dionísia got back in her car after cleaning up and staging the scene. Making it look like some random robbery gone wrong. The other kindred was tied up, staked, and left in the brush for the daylight. Or, maybe if they were lucky, a companion would come to find them. She wondered, briefly, if she was getting soft before driving off.

There was no time to waste on the question, however.

Several hours later she made it back to the shop. Walking in, she watched as Isidora got up and walked right over to her. Her face conveyed no emotions, no attitude, nothing. Just like always.

The hair and make-up held up perfectly, as always.

“You’re the best Fracturada! Knowing the others I wouldn’t have gotten this until tomorrow if I was lucky.” She’d begun to open the box as the other kindred watched and waited.

“Yeah, whatever you say Onça,” even she could hear the knowing tone in her own voice; she was aware of how well she worked. She was the boss’s favorite after all, for damn good reason.

All those pact games paid off.

She watched as Isidora went back under, not needing to see what she was doing to know. Spend enough time with a mechanic, and pay attention, often earned one a good deal of knowledge. Plus, she liked to know how things ticked. After the Gangrel rolled back out from underneath and began to clean up, her phone pinged. They exchanged a look, and the Lasombra picked it up to see what was going on for her.

Thank the shadows that Blackberry was making phones again.

“You need to hurry up it seems.”

“What’s up?”

“There’s rumors of a fight about to start at the bar, boss wants ya there pronto.”

Oh, this was going to be good.

Francesca – Hoizer

There were two groups of people in the bar that were clearly about to tussle. Dionísia stood back, tilting her head in a way to communicate that these were humans.

Be gentle.

The fight began and the bouncers got to work. One of them made the massive mistake of punching the Gangrel, and while the Lasombra couldn’t hear what the response was, she did see the person get lifted up.

Oh, what alcohol will do to a person.

After cleaning the scene up, the two left and went back to the shop. Isidora still had to finish cleaning herself up after all. Dionísia had grown fond of the strong orange smell from her grease cleaning soap over the years.

It reminded her of the best pact mate she could ask for.

An hour later, the shop door opened and she turned her head to watch the Cadillac’s keys fly towards it. The person standing there smiled as she caught them. Mostly hidden in the shadows, Dionísia knew full well that the boss was happy.

That completely made up for the headache she went through earlier.

Dionísia Noêmia Camacho is the city’s best driver, she knows it, her boss knows it, and so do her co-workers. However, only one of them knows the name of the head she carried into the city; and this person knows the real reason she calls her Fracturada.

You don’t want to find out.

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Isidora Pires

A writing gift I did for Tun @rheethecharr where I created a VtM Gangrel for her! Introducing Isidora Pires, with mentions of her Lasombra friend (who will get her own stories later).

Note, like all games in the World of Darkness setting, VtM is strictly 18+. And, like all kindred, Isidora is a monster. Do not expect her to be a good, kind person.

Gráinne Mhaol, Queen Of Pirates – Miracle of Sound

Isidora Pires is an imposing woman. Tall, bulky, and owns a voice that carries hard and gets attention fast. The type of person one wants to be friends with, but you still feel weary of in some way.

Oh, how odd kine can be.

Other kindred however? They count on her for many things. Underground, shady things. Get your car in working order, make you a mini-tank, make your gun kick ass things. Be your muscle if so needed.

A lot of them often wondered how she became the biggest ally for their best driver, Dionísia. The two of them came into town years ago, with the Gangrel loudly laughing and the Lasombra carrying the head of a clan mate.

They all learned quickly not to ask questions about their past. Oh, but they wanted to know. Everybody did.

But, as she is with everything else, Isidora’s imposing nature keeps question askers at bay.

After getting Dionísia’s makeup done for the night, Isidora turned her attention to her other tasks. One does not ask a Lasombra for help and then laze about; she’d been whacked one too many times with those damn shadows thank you very much. The first order of business for the night is getting the boss’ favorite car in working order. Not too hard, except for the one thing she asked Dionísia to go get for her.

At least she could get started on it now.

Standing on the mat into her workshop, she removed her boots in order to pull on her coveralls. She may be undead, but there was no reason to let her get too covered in oil. Not now anyway; no use pulling off the hard working gal look where there weren’t other women to swoon over it. Wheeling the toolbox over, she removed the creeper roller from the specially made rack attached to it.

Setting it down, the Gangrel removed several tools, laid down on the roller, and disappeared underneath. It was time to get to work on the old pink Cadillac, remove any problems. And it wouldn’t hurt to give the ol’ girl a much needed check up, eh?

Several hours later, Isidora was waiting on somebody. Most of her work done, she sat on a stool and waited for the person to show up already. Seriously, how long would it take...BAM.

Looking up, she saw Dionísia standing there, box tucked underneath her arm. Hair? Perfect. Makeup? Perfect, on point, she did an amazing job. Attitude? Er...indecipherable. Probably best not to ask. Instead she got up, walking over to take the package from her.

“You’re the best Fracturada! Knowing the others I wouldn’t have gotten this until tomorrow if I was lucky.” She grabbed a pocket knife from her pocket, flipping it open to start removing the tape from the box.

“Yeah, whatever you say Onça,” there was a knowing tone to her voice, a little smugness. The Lasombra knew she was the best driver there, but she didn’t openly admit it. Why should she? Everybody knew, especially the Gangrel.

Though she knew that back when they first met, when they were still alive.

She soon found her prize, holding up the part and grinning. Hard to find, harder to convince somebody to fork it over. However the mere mention of the boss’s name did wonders, like always. It held weight, meaning, a threat if you would. Taking the part, she laid back down on her roller and went underneath.

It took her about five minutes to put the part in and snap it in place.

Rolling out with the broken part that was replaced, she looked up at her friend who was watching. Always watching this one, never needed to ask what she was doing. Though she’d never admit it, Dionísia was pretty well versed in knowing how things ticked. She watched, she asked, and she learned.

And Isidora loved it.

After stripping out of her coverall and putting her shoes back on, she went to the sink to start washing grease off her hands. Her phone pinged, and she turned to the Lasombra who gave her a look before picking it up. Using the attached keyboard to tap in, she looked at the text message and raised an eyebrow.

“You need to hurry up it seems.”

“What’s up?”

“There’s rumors of a fight about to start at the bar, boss wants ya there pronto.”

Oh, this was going to be fun.

Devil’s Dance Floor – Flogging Molly

Isidora was not wrong about this being fun.

As soon as she stepped into the bar, the fight was clearly two seconds away from starting. The two groups heeded her no mind before just lunging at each other. She knew Dionísia was watching from behind her, and she tilted her head in silent communication. Their eyes looked the people over, deciding how hard she could rough house.

Two groups of humans, being stupid, possibly drunk.

Damn, gentle it was.

Without saying a word, the Gangrel motioned to the other bouncers who all leapt in with her. They began to pull them apart, shouting to knock it the hell off. However, one of them decided that he believes in equal rights.

Including punching a woman.

Sadly for him, said woman was Isidora.

It took not even half a second for him to realize how stupid that was as he was just lifted in the air. He could see the wheels in her head turning, deciding what to do about this slight. He could sense that she was stronger than him, and could easily hurt him to the point that he’d have multiple casts.

Instead, she spoke, “Don’t do that again.”

He nodded, and she let him down, releasing his shirt. The fight stopped, much to her dismay, and the other bouncers started chewing the humans out for their stupidity.

However, she nodded to Dionísia who nodded back. The two left the bar, walking back down the street to the shop. There was a few things left to do before the boss arrived for her car.

And they wanted to be presentable.

About an hour later, the door to the shop opened. Looking up, Isidora smirked and tossed the Cadillac’s keys towards it. The person in the doorway caught them, smiling as she stood in the shadows. The boss was happy, very happy.

And that, as always, was what Isidora wanted.

Isidora Pires is an imposing woman. Tall, bulky, and owns a voice that carries hard and gets attention fast. The type of person one wants to be friends with, but you still feel weary of in some way.

And it is in your best interest to feel that way.

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Ifwyn ♡ a gift to my friend @rheethecharr

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A warrior's rest

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A meme from xwitter ♡♡

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Friendly reminder that you should

Write that fic

Draw your OC

Redesign that blorbo

Plan that comic how you want

Create the content you want to see

Be cringe

Be free

The only thing that matters is you having fun! Not what others think!

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Remember to boop yourself 😂

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Anna 🌵💀 my part of a trade with @storyowls ♡

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Galexia ⚔️

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Attempted a grayscale to painting for the first time in a long time! I regret changing her face too much, but I liked the final at least, even if she looks younger here than intended... I got tired 😅 It was fun! But it took me a longer time than my usual stuff (I don't have much free time to draw so I must make the best of it haha).

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Redraw! 🏹

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Just create the thing you want to create. Because who's going to stop you? Oh, it's you yourself? Well you can't let that bastard win, can you?

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Practices with Gale ♡