#blood and silicon

[eric-the-bmo]

Hey guys isn't it super awkward when you accidentally call your boss (and adoptive sire) your Dad

[vtmgremlin]

Also purely for myself, the under render of Ms. Palmer as i had alot of fun painting in grayscale :,)

[chiss-ticism]

Art Beautifully crafted by @/vtmgremlin!! Regurgitating some thoughts that I had regarding Leo's sire and Pauline's questionable mental state:

1.) Palmer is absolutely projecting her own Sire Issues(tm) onto whatever the hell Leo & Jeremiah have going on. She claims to be above/over the whole 'being sired and seemingly forgotten at the drop of a hat' thing, but it's almost certainly deeper than that. In tandem with having been forgotten once (She had a turbulent relationship with her father - two large personalities clashing violently [notably verbally, never physically] - and doesn't think that either of her parents bothered to look for her after her disappearance) the fact that her sire hasn't so much as even seemingly tried to find her has given her capital "P" Problems. Yes, this is a two-way street, not that that thought had ever crossed her mind. 2.) Jeremiah has altered his memory on more than one occasion - enough times that the memory of his crisis of faith had slipped through his hands like grains of sand. Vile stuff to do to love ones, so says the Cainite with control issues and Touchstones based in a severe power imbalance. 3.) She had a support system to fall back on after being murdered (her initial pack that were willing to put up with a freshly-turned Malkavian Fledgling, the Voermans after the fact). Leo didn't. He didn't even have so much as a working knowledge of how to feed properly (as in, without guilt. He can feed just fine on instincts alone) let alone what threats lay waiting under the moonlight. Her lethargic heart bleeds endlessly for this fact as he could've been hurt any number of ways on the way from Chicago -> San Jose even if she's not properly equipped to showcase it.

[sanguineasylum]

Welcome, Kindred & Kine, to a land of Blood and Silicon...

Our Beloved ST:

@blood-bound

Character Directory:

Leo West, Malkavian. (Played by @eric-the-bmo!)

His Tag

Blake "Robinson" Moore, Gangrel. (Played by @vtmgremlin)

His Tag!

Sir Percival, Ventrue [Antitribu] (Played by me.) His Tag.

Pauline Palmer, Malkavian. (Abandoned by me.) Storyteller Character.

Her Tag!

Tag Directory:

Canon

Non-Canon

Q&A

Art Tag

Meme Tag

Music Tag

Metal Pipe Tag

Session Recaps:

Session 1: ... (Canon Date: Monday, December 6th. 2021.)

Session 2: The Movement Waits For No One (Canon Date: Monday, December 6th. 2021.)

Session 3 [Lost]: I Miss Coffee More Than I Miss the Sun (Canon Date: Tuesday, December 7th. 2021.)

Session 4: Cinnamon Apples [+ Files] (Canon Date: Tuesday, December 7th. 2021.)

Session 5: The Dice Hate Us (Canon Date: Tuesday, December 7th. 2021 -> Wednesday, December 8th. 2021.)

Session 6: New Territory [Part 1] (Canon Date: Wednesday, December 8th. 2021)

Session 7: New Territory [Part 2]. Your Cross to Bear (Canon Date: Wednesday, December 8th. 2021 -> Thursday, December 9th. 2021.)

Session 8: Lingering Evermore (Canon Date: Thursday, December 9th. 2021.)

Session 9: The Box (Canon Date: Saturday, December 11th. 2021.)

Session 10: Night At The Museum (Canon Date: Saturday, December 11th. 2021.)

Session 11: Museum Escape (Canon Date: Monday, December 13th. 2021)

Session 12: [BMO] Can't Think Of A Clever Fox Pun For This Title (Canon Date: Monday, December 13th. 2021.)

Session 13: Alleycat Brawl (Canon Date: Monday, December 13th. 2021.)

Session 14: Yen/Conversations (Canon Date: Monday, December 13th. 2021.)

Session 15: This Could Have Been An Email (Canon Date: Monday, December 13th, 2021.)

Session 16: Past Sins (Canon Date: December 14th, 2021.)

[blood-bound]

Without giving away too terribly much, what separates San Jose's Hecata population from their contemporaries?

Well I'm not super familiar with what the default Hecata would be but from what I DO know...

I would say the Hecata in San Jose are more concerned with the goings-on outside of the family than most. They are still insular... but more nosy. More worried even, perhaps. Those that aren't Hecata wouldn't know why they are like that - they would only know they are. (Due to folks in the family either looking into things, attending certain social events, asking questions, etc etc.)

They also have a habit of throwing the younger ones on more dangerous outings, perhaps as a rite of passage, though again, this isn't something non-Hecata would know for sure and many wouldn't be aware of at all.

They have a longer history in the area than in other US states maybe as well?

[itty-bitty-sunshine]

( "Immoral Immortality" — 1K words )

Immortal au writing made by my sweetheart @sukis-artchive based off this comic while we were chatting on discord

⚠️ Warning for violence and blood

—

It started off like any other night. Perkeo preferred the night shift. It was dimmer, quieter, and over all just less to handle. Well...

"Goodnight Pear..."

Moon's voice came from behind them, though thus wasn't the first and far from the last. Perkeo didn't jump at the sound or the menacing words. They quite liked the nickname 'pear', and as for 'goodnight' it wasn't meant to sound like a threat. Merely Moon greeting them, as he couldn't say "good day".

"Hey Moon"

Perkeo sounded happy, yet looked a little tired.

"How have you been?"

Moon had been doing well lately, (Perkeo knew this) but that didn't nothing to ease their mind.

"G-g...g-Gh-ooooD-"

His voice box glitches out. Perkeo refrains from sighing. They knew this would happen eventually, but the short peace with Moon doing well felt good. Too good. They were so close to fixing him. If only he could have held out a little longer. Moon isn't to blame though, he doesn't know.

And so Perkeo repeats the process they made, down to a tea. They learned how to buy the most time by doing this over, and over, and over again. Funny how similar that was to their 'life'. They always had a 2nd... or 87th chance to try again. Maybe get better results.

"Moon?"

They ask hesitantly, as always.

"Are you alright?

They learned not panicking at his silence results in less of a mess.

His pupils turn to red pinpricks, Perkeo isn't surprised, yet their heartrate still spikes. Some things never change.

A bead of sweat starts to form on their cheek, they know what's to come.

Moon reaches out to caress their face. Perkeo has learnt to accept fate.

...

"...Moon?-"

"Moon?"

"...Moon?"

"Moon!" Moon snaps their attention to Perkeo.

"Are you even listenin' to me? Geez." they hold a tablet, bangs barely cover what appears to be a small bandage.

"Sorry, Starlight, my mind was over the moon..." He looks around, getting his bearings, trying to remember what was happening... before that.

"Uh-huh"

The noise pulls him out of his thoughts, he doesn't even know what "that" was. Unable to recall it properly. Strange.

"So what were you saying?" He feels bad ignoring his friend, even if it was accidentally. What's wrong with you?

"I said we're done, you doofus, now go charge because we have a long day tomorrow... I'll close everything."

'All done'? Ohhh it must have been maintenance of his software, that's what the tablet was for. And it explains his forgetfulness, he was always like this after 'check ups'. But he trusts Perkeo.

He gets up off the desk, and reaches to grab them. "I'll leave it to you, then~ nighty night, friend. Sleep well."

He mutters a 'see you tomorrow' under his breath, as they bonk heads. His hand gently holding the sides of their face, fingers threading through their fluffy hair. He doesn't register their rigid posture. Or the slight tremor that courses through their whole body. Not even the small frown gracing their lips.

He walks off to charge, just as they had said.

Perkeo sighs, placing the tablet down. They had held the screen cautiously out of view from Moon the entire time. And start to utter Sun's cleanup chant "Clean up, Clean up".

They had luckily knew thought ahead to leave out the disinfectant. They had never been so grateful that the DCA cannot enter behind the desk, as they look down. Even through the curls falling into their eyes, they can see the crimson smear on the side of the furniture.

Their smear.

A bloody handprint slid across the hard surface.

Perkeo shivered as they walked around the desk. Trying not to look at the red mark. It was so painfully obvious among the bright colours of the daycare. The smell of iron becomes stronger as they get closer. Their stomach twists uncomfortably at the scent.

They reach for the disinfectant, grabbing it as a shudder runs through their body. They ignore it and get back to work. Hmmm, they'd get used to it, eventually.

Grabbing a small cloth, they dab it with disinfectant and get to work. Nose scrunching, they slowly build up the courage to touch the blood. Why is this so hard?

not like it's the first time.

Suddenly the feeling of sickness overwhelms them. They crumple a bit. The sight of their hand lining up perfectly with the print made them gag. It wasn't a pleasant sight, they forgot this would happen.

Memories flash back to them. Of all the other times they made the mistake of touching the handprint like this, instead of wiping it clean immediately.

Then, just like every other time, the other Memories come back.

Well if you can even call them that. 'Memories' sounds happy. Perkeo knew that the connotations don't mean anything though. They've been through too much, and learned that the bad experiences are also 'memories' in a sense.

Their body spasms, as their chest rocks with sobs. They'd never get used to extreme pain. Not even with how many 'deaths' they experienced.

It hurt so bad.

—

Their eyes were swollen and puffy with streaks from their crying. They learned that the only way to live longer was to not fight it. It would toy with them as much as possible, before going for the kill.

It tore into Perkeo like a feast, slicing them with sharp claws. They had been oh so gentle before, Perkeo may never get used to the change.

They didn't want to give it the satisfaction of a scream. It would only make it hurt more then. Perkeo remembers that.

They let it mutilate them. It scratches them, punctures them, drags them by their wounds and hair, pulls them apart. But this was a friend, Perkeo knew it was worth it. It'll all be over soon.

They find some comfort in that, feeling empty otherwise. The small voice of preservation that they thought they long since killed was barely a whisper.

...no....run...

Huh, now that's a surprise. Perkeo thinks, too late. The voice was warning them. Their body even knew what was to come at this point. Oh the irony, the vessel who puts them through this wanting the pain to stop. The only reason Perkeo sticks around here is because of their immortality. If it wasn't for their body, Perkeo wouldn't need to die.

Nothing, not Perkeos experience, nor all the past pain inflicted upon them, could prepare them for what's to come. Perkeo always blocked out this part, it's happened before.

They let out a single cut off screech. Their vocal chords still not fully healed from the last time.

As Moon forces his hand into their socket, violently ripping out their eye.

Blood splatters everywhere, the eyeball bursting in his grip. Perkeo crumbles to the ground.

...should have listened.

The little voice chimed, as Perkeo finally backs away from Moon, for the first time that night. Bad idea, and Perkeo knew it.

Though their immortal side has given them an aloof disposition and immeasurable tolerance. Instinct always found a way to persist.

They knew backing away would make it worse, but it hurt too much now for them to do anything else. They knew this would lead to it ending quicker.

Moon grabs them, claws digging into their flesh. They manage to make it behind the desk, his fingers raking through their skin before losing its grip. They try to pull themselves up, bloodied hands smearing the desk as they use it to push themselves up. They grab the tablet and force a shut down.

Hmmm, this is one of the first times they didn't die...

It takes them hours to fix up themselves and clean the mess, but when they finally do dread starts to well up again. Moon was shut down, but absolutely covered in Perkeos blood. Atleast this time Perkeo remembered to not leave any handprints on Moon. It made this so much harder to clean.

The dread still doesn't subside when they finish, as they pick up the tablet. Connecting it to Moon, they replay the footage. Watching their torture always made it worse.

Deleting the files, they reboot him.

They sigh.

"Hopefully this time we can last a little longer."

[retrocgads]

USA 1997

[hidefdoritos]

Was walking down the dorm hallway with my Duolingo and somehow stepped on glass??

Just had a random tiny sharp pain in my toe. Tried to take a second step and it still hurt. Sat down and finished my Match Madness. Then took off the sock and was surprised by seeing a little blood, and also a tiny thin shard of glass sticking out of my big toe.

Carefully pulled it out and then limped to my sister's room (my roommate is asleep). Embalmed the glass in duct tape so I can throw it out without re-stabbing anyone. Got sympathy and a band-aid. It doesn't look like a point broke off anywhere deeper, but I can't be sure. It hurts a surprising amount.

Gives me way more respect for the Die Hard guy.

[hopeless-gods]

[insert o8lig8ory vriska ask here]

no but!! does vriska still get work done by equius? go boating with eridan perhaps?

oh yeah wwe got her right here

[souldagger]

Hello!! Book ask! 1 and 3???

How many books did you read this year?

...120 💀 in my defence i listen to a ton of audiobooks at work And have a 4h total daily commute

3. What were your top five books of the year?

Dawn by Octavia Butler

Adulthood Rites by Octavia Butler

Children of Memory by Adrian Tchaikovsky

The Oleander Sword by Tasha Suri

Silver Under Nightfall by Rin Chupeco

(does it feel weird putting the horny bi polyam vampire book on the same list as octavia butler? yes. yes it does. however i came to octavia butler and rin chupeco for very diff things and i cannot deny they both delivered exceptionally akjndgkjfnk)

[12084]

Kurt Johnson

[eric-the-bmo]

"Need a light?"

(very huge thanks to @sm0kebreaks for this commission of my vampire and his sire! I'm going to go insane in the tags now, i adore this with every fibre of my being [also: vers with no piercings under the readmore, bc I love that one too])

[vtmgremlin]

Doodle of my Blakey boy for @blood-bound 's game!! :,)) (slight gore under the readmore!) (Also, his tattoos aren't his legit ones yet, more like place holders till I figure out a layout that looks good)

He had a hard night 😔

[chiss-ticism]

Put a business card together for Pauline's Asylum

[nachobra]

tinkering around tiwht the new twitter ai bot, testing out its epic roasting feature. i think it's pretty impressive for such an early build

[blood-bound]

Could you give us a fact about San Jose's Malkavian population?

Sure here's some facts! :D - The Malkavian population in San Jose is on the smaller side - Anarch Malkavians are fairly rare after all.

They (Malks in San Jose generally) care a lot about bloodlines and tracing sire/child relationships. This can be traced to Harrison's influence but seemed to have been important beforehand as well.

Pauline is a bit of an outcast for not knowing her sire due to the above; how aware she is of this fact is up to you, but she doesn't seem to have many ties to Malkavians in San Jose yet.

Two Malkavians defected from the Camarilla at the same time and had the same sire. Other than Harrison, they are the other 2 most influential Malks in the city, though are not very influential regardless.