#clan daeva

[vamp-orwave]

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Vampire: The Requiem, World of Darkness (Games), Vampire: The Masquerade Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Original Daeva Character/Original Nosferatu Character Characters: Judith Doulton (OC), Anne Lacey (OC), Beyond The Sunset Adelaide (Additional Player Characters) Additional Tags: Vampires, Vampire Bites, Vampire Sex, Enemies to Lovers, Drug Addiction, Religious Fanaticism, Body Horror, Australia, Daeva (Vampire: The Requiem), Nosferatu (Vampire: The Requiem), Carthian Movement (Vampire: The Requiem), Lancea Sanctum (Vampire: The Requiem), POV Alternating Summary:

At the bottom of the world, two star-crossed Neonates develop a mutual obsession. Around them, the Danse Macabre continues.

Her Favourite Worst Nightmare is now on AO3!

[macabre00danse]

They're adorable

I've been itching to bring either of these two to the table. The idea is that they both have a high value ally. Mechanically, if I play as Striker she gets to call her scary tech-bro senpai to answer questions and dol out resources while Fixer can cry to his overprotective waifu if he needs some extra muscle or someone with social skills.

[variantofnick]

I was watching Scott Pilgrim Takes Off, and got inspired by Envy's outfit, so I decided to do one like to for Lain.

Madam Lian Laskey. She is a Caitiff and adopted Daeva (Actually of clan Akhud, but she doesn't know yet), and member of the Invictus, and working on gaining the Player title.

[tadpole-apocalypse]

Thinking about Astarion as a Chronicles of Darkness vampire (which would be so much better for him than dnd vampirism lol) and I’m unsure on whether he’d be from clan Daeva or clan Ventrue.

My instinct is Daeva (or Toreador for you Masquerade folks) because Majesty seems like it was made for him, but I feel like the kind of vampire he wants to be is clearly Ventrue, and Cazador embodies many Ventrue traits as well. The need to control and dominate is like, classic Ventrue behavior. So I feel Ventrue fits best for him.

His Vice would be Gluttony, his Virtue would be Fortitude.

Not sure if he’d join any of the covenants. He’d probably be unaligned. Cazador would definitely have been Invictus.

Though I could see him trying out Ordo Dracul for a while as they’re actively trying to cure the vampiric weaknesses and have found ways to lessen them, but when he finds out it’s a big study club that requires research and effort he’d get bored.

Ascended Astarion also seems very Ventrue, but with a fully maxed out Majesty discipline (from either a bloodline or diablerie), because he would absolutely use Sovereignty all the time for fun to make everyone in the room kneel for him.

[tired-reader-writer]

“The Mazandaran of legend was inhabited by a population that was different from other Iranians: godless magicians, they were invincible to other humans, conquerable only by the power of God.”

Not gonna lie folks that sounds pretty damn villainous. (Well they're supposed to be villains in legend soooo)

“He possesses great physical strength and is skilled in sorcery and necromancy. He destroys the army of Kay Kavus by conjuring a dark storm of hail, boulders, and tree trunks using his magical skills.”

Necromancy?! Why am I surprised, I really shouldn't be.

“At the end, Rostam slays Div-e Sepid and uses his heart and blood to cure the blindness of the king and the captured Persian heroes.”

Interesting, so it has healing properties...

@innerchorus still in the process of getting through the links you provided (thank you so much by the way!) and found these rather interesting. The unambiguously villainized view definitely puts the daeva king closer to Zahhak than the clan but maybe if I tweak things a little... esp since the colour white is associated with the king and white is a significant colour in Marda culture (Marda? Mazandaran? okay that's a fucking stretch and even I know it)

I don't think I'll get anywhere with this anytime soon yet but it's... interesting. Definitely putting a pin on this.

[qveenbuji]

‘Queen Mother’ - Daeva Clan Portrait - I of V

The Clan of Desire.

Hedonists to the core of their withered, undead hearts.

Bearers of the Wanton Curse.

The ones you die for.

As deadly as they are sensual, the Daeva will drain you dry, and leave you begging for more. Anne Rice’s Lestat de Lioncourt, Twilight’s Edward Cullen, these vampires exemplify the concept of the Vampire as the Alluring Predator. The Serpents don’t force themselves on their victims, they are craved willingly, and absolutely. All doors are open for the Daeva, for who would want to deny themselves the company of heaven on earth? The Succubi are the sticky, honey-sweet richness the poor helpless fly find itself drowning in.

Come, and lose yourself to sin.

[mantis-lizbian]

i need to find a VtR/VtM game to join so i can finally just go full self-insert Mary Sue and make a trans lesbian punk Jewish antifa Daeva/Toreador who has a tattoo of her clan's emblem on her shoulder with the inscription "Blood and Roses"

[daeva-agas]

Hewwo Daeva!! Could you share who is winning the slbp battle event 👀🙏🏻

West clan

[doloresdraws]

04 – Elysium fashion

There was nothing that she loathed more than having to spend time in the company of other Kindred. Same dead faces, same boring small talk sparkled by occasional subtle insults...And yet, because of her position as an Elysium Keeper, she had to be there, entertaining everyone and putting on her best smile for all those undead losers. But if there was one thing she did love about Elysiums, something that has brought her at least some joy, it was the opportunity to wear and show off her most fashionable, yet very tasteful wardrobe.

She was well aware of her beauty, evidently it was what “earned” her this “delightful” existence in the first place. Adrianna had no doubts that she would look radiant wearing practically anything, her experiences over the centuries have told her so.

There was something empowering in the way she felt when she put on her most delicate pieces of clothing. Maybe it was the fact that it made her feel like a real piece of art and maybe to an extent she did enjoy some of the attention her presence and grace evoked. There was no one who could ever compete with her sense of style or beauty, not even that doe-eyed little whore Lola. Adrianna opened her closet and gently stroked all of her carefully handpicked dresses, most of them sown specifically for her by her talented admirers. “Beautiful,” she whispered as she touched the silky fabric of the white dress. “Yes, that will do,” she couldn’t wait to see all of the lifeless eyes on her, admiring her boldness of wearing a white dress in a room full of monsters and bottled blood refreshments. 

Speaking of monsters, she let her nightgown slip, revealing her pale body as she carefully started to put on her gown for the evening. She put on quite a show for him, dressing in a slow and provocative way and when she was about to put her arms through the sleeves and put the upper part of the dress up to cover her breasts, she stopped.

“I know you are here,” Adrianna sighed dramatically and paused for a moment. “Maybe you could help me with the dress…” her voice soft and alluring, her blue eyes glancing around her bedroom’s darkest corners.

And there he was, almost crouching near her bed, a grotesque image of a man, with part of his jaw carelessly sewn together.

Of course, he had to skulk around, but she was counting on it, she was in a lousy mood and while she had to hold in all her spite around other Kindred, with this one she could be much less considerate.

Theodor was so pathetic in his devotion to her that she could literally tear him into pieces, and he would apologize for bleeding on her. That was the true gift of the blood, binding the weak, enthralling them into submissive, life-sized toys, eager to please their masters.

Adrianna has never blood-bonded another Kindred before, and maybe a tiny part of her felt some kind of pity for him, but the truth was that the foolish Nosferatu has done all of this to himself. She simply took the opportunity that was handed to her when she found this filthy tragedy snooping around, invading her last remains of privacy.

Theodor made a step towards her, bowing as gracefully as he could with the thick amount of layers he wore, his unnaturally orange pupils kept slipping down at her naked chest. “My lady, it would be my pleasure to help you dress up, if you allow it...”

She could see his consuming thirst for her in his dead eyes, his eagerness to touch her, to feel her smooth skin, what a loathsome creature he was, desperate for something he can never have.

Adrianna smiled at him, turning her back towards him to make him believe that she would let him ruin her pristine white dress with his dirty talons.

He stepped behind her, too close for her liking, and even without actually inhaling, the stench of  sewers permiated the air around her. As he extended his arms to hold the back of the dress to pull it up, she turned her back away from him, leaving him frozen in confusion.

“Nevermind, I changed my mind. I think I will rather do it myself,” she sneered with disgust at the sight of his unclean hands, inches away from her chest.

Theodor didn’t even try to hide his lust for her, and she had enjoyed seeing him like this, pitiful, lonely man starving for her, desperate for her affection when he had to know that all he could ever expect from her was endless teasing, pain and humiliation.

She gracefully managed to pull the upper part of the dress over her chest, making sure to let her feminine fingers linger on her breast for a moment to torment Theodor for a tiny bit longer. Once she was done, she turned away from him and started to comb her hair with her fingers, ignoring his presence completely.

Theodor watched her for a while, undressing her with his eyes, before he gathered enough courage to approach her again. “ Adri, eh, I mean my lady, I have brought you a gift.” He reached in the pocket of his torn jacket and extended his arm in front of Adrianna’s face.

She flinched a bit to remind him just how unpleasant his company made her feel. With disinterest she observed as he opened his hand to show a beautiful antique brooch with a woman’s portrait carved in the center of it.

“Eh, um, it reminded me of you, my lady.” He chuckled, his deformed face curved in a grin, causing a few of the seams on his jaw to tear up, some white, sticky liquid leaking through them.

“She looks almost as pretty as you,… almost,” he made sure to emphasize the fact that for him she was the most beautiful creature to ever walk the Earth.

Adrianna carefully took the brooch from his palm, making sure not to touch him and examined it. It was truly a beautiful piece. Nosferatu were disgusting and unclean rats, but they sure knew where to look for the most beautiful things, what a cruel irony.

“Huh, I think it would look very good on you with this dress,” he pointed to the part of the dress where it revealed her cleavage, almost touching her, but her disapproving look stopped him from proceeding and he awkwardly chuckled, pulling his hand away.

She was almost ready to thank him for the present, because it truly was stunning, but the fact that he thought he could give her fashion advice made all of the little benevolence she had for this sewer rat tonight disappear.

Adrianna gave him a smile that was all but genuine and gritted her teeth while gently stroking the part of his face, where the sticky, milky liquid dripped from his jaw, with her fingers. Slowly cutting all of the seams with her nails, causing his jaw to gradually fall apart.

He thought he did good, he really thought he's made her happy and that she was going to let him touch her, or at least give him a taste of her Vitae. He longed to feel her inside of him, even if it was only through her blood. Instead, she was tearing up his face. The ordeal did hurt, but because he had to go through the process of sewing it back together after every feeding, he was used to it. And although he didn’t know what exactly he did wrong tonight, he understood he deserved to be punished. At least she was touching him, even if it was to cause him pain.

One night he was going to please her and she was gonna let him touch and kiss her… He just had to keep trying. She was his to take. He knew it as soon as he saw her crying alone in this very bedroom, long time ago, her bloody tears filling her mesmerizing blue eyes.

She needed someone to save her and he was that someone… Deep inside she had to know that too, that was why she allowed him to help her and offered him a taste of her rich, red desire to keep him close forever…

As his jaw was hanging by a thread now, she rolled up the sleeve on her other hand a pressed the pin of the brooch through his jaw stitching it back together. “Perfect,” she whispered satisfied as she admired her work.

Grossed out she wiped her fingers into his jacket before stepping away from him, gently adjusting her sleeves and dress. “I wish for you to leave me alone now, ” her voice cold and demanding.

Theodor bowed again, holding his face with his hand as the brooch barely held it in place. “I...hope you.. will have a nice eve..ning, ..my..lady, ” he muttered, pus from his face spilling down on the ground as he spoke.

“Maybe the next time you will manage to do what I've asked you to do and maybe, just maybe I will take pity on you and you will deserve...” she bit her finger and suggestively ran it over her lips and neck right to her cleavage, careful not to stain her dress.

“.. some of this…” She licked the Vitae from her finger, smiling at him, showing him fangs. The Nosferatu froze, lost in his excruciating desire for her and the visions of him drinking her Vitae from her perfectly shaped breasts.

“Now be gone, I need to get ready and you are dripping on my carpet...” She opened the door for him and watched him disappear in the shadows of the dark hallway of her and her Sire’s mansion. “Disgusting…” She muttered as she closed the door shut, returning to her big Elysium preparations.

[kiss-of-the-succubus]

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[vamp-orwave]

Hey! I've noticed you share some VTR stuff - as someone who's only really been a VTM guy, I was wondering what VTR does """different"""?

It looks really cool and I'd love to get into the lore but I'm not sure which bits to look into see a different experience from V5 narratively ^^

Thanks for the ask! In VTR, there are only five core Clans: Ventrue, Gangrel, Nosferatu, (much like the originals but with some changes), Daeva, and Mekhet (amalgamations of some of the archetypes present in Toreador, Brujah, Ministry, Lasombra, Hecata). Each clan has a myriad of potential 'bloodlines' to explore, like sub-clans with a unique discipline.

There are also five Covenants, which are like the Sects in VTM except they're all different facets of the same society and have to interact and coexist more often than, say, the Camarilla and Sabbat. Some are just as diametrically opposed, but on different axes, like the Invictus vs Carthians (status quo/traditional vs change/experimentation), and the Lancea Sanctum vs Circle of the Crone (Abrahamic religions/service to a higher power vs pagan religions/indulgence of the beast), while one, the Ordo Dracul, focuses inwards on honing and improving the vampiric condition through science and discipline.

The intricacies of the intersection between Clan and Covenant are what make VTR so unique and interesting to me. Definitely read more about the Covenants to get better summaries of the sort of purposes the Kindred of this setting can devote their unlives to beyond mere survival.

[macabre00danse]

With each whispered prayer, I navigate the delicate balance between doubt and devotion, hoping to be embraced by the grace I once questioned. The significance of prayer has evolved from mere ritual to a genuine connection, a bridge between my past doubts and present hope for forgiveness. It's a testament to the transformative power of belief, allowing me to reconcile my undead nature with the yearning for spiritual redemption.

[variantofnick]

Some different fashion styles of Lian Laskey. She is an adopted Daeva (Actually of clan Akhud), and member of the Invictus.

[whitewingedcrow]

More work for Graylion@WA for his blended ttrpg fansetting! Stained glass interpretation of the symbol for Clan Daeva from V:tM; we decided to go with the pale dagger version, but I’m quite fond of the RED RED RED version as well. Both versions shown alongside original symbol for comparison.

[tired-reader-writer]

I'm screencapping it for a mention of Shapur.

Yeah he's loyal alright, stop giving me feels!

Gieve is a troublemaker, but he's a calculating troublemaker. He put thought into how to go about philandering with women without causing any diplomatic trouble at least, lol. And huh, Sistan was a principality...

One has to wonder why he knows things like this, maybe because he's a traveller? Gieve immortal prince of Sistan theory activate

In all seriousness though, what a little shit. He's a handful and a half.

So I went and found an alternative translation for this song/poem because it was way too clunky a read (taken from this post: HA I knew I wasn't hallucinating that one!)

“When o'er the barren plains of Māzandarān Kaykhusraw's banners wave, Flee the fiendish forces of Zahhak, Serpent-King, Frightened like sheep at the strike of spring-lightning. The treasure-sword Rukhnabad that sunders steel, Out of shards of the Sun 'twas forged. His steed Rakhshna has wings unseen, A mount that befits the Jahāngīr, world-seizer. Upon high-heaven two suns there cannot be, On this earth the Shah is but one! Peerless the hero Kaykhusraw, Who now takes up the sword, heir to mandate divine?”

And I zeroed in on the name Mazandaran and decided to do a little digging to see if it has any mythological significance or such and...

It's a northern province, at least irl, who knows what Tanaka did with it, he could've relocated it to the far south or something for all we know.

Geographically though, I think this makes sense— the Alborz mountain ranges are located near the north, and it was under Mt. Damavand that Zahhak was ultimately sealed. Hm.

“The diverse natural habitats of the province include plains, prairies, forests and rainforest stretching from the sandy beaches of the Caspian Sea to the rugged and snowcapped Alborz sierra, including Mount Damavand, one of the highest peaks and volcanoes in Asia.”

That... doesn't sound very desolate to me, but okay. Maybe it was during Zahhak's reign, or maybe it's located entirely somewhere else (Tanaka I'm going to scream)

And oh! Look what I found!

“Literally "the gate or the valley of the giants" from مازن‎ (mâzan) + در‎ (dar) + ـان‎ (ân), from Avesta (Avestan: 𐬨𐬀𐬰𐬀𐬌𐬥𐬌𐬌𐬀‎, romanized: mazainiia, lit. 'giant'). The name has been used in Shahnameh to refer to a land inhabited by divs or (daevas) and sorcerers and is difficult to conquer.”

In-teres-ting!! I wonder what it could mean in the context of Wolfpack. Could've been Team Zahhak, could've been the clan even, esp since the province is ethnically diverse w the locals having their own language(s) and all 👀👀👀 Could the haunted Temple of Truth be up there perhaps???

Geographically it has the sea on one side and a mountain range on the other. No wonder it's so difficult to conquer.

...it's a mercy that we the audience weren't shown Shapur's head.

Look in the bottom right corner, you can see the damage from the flaming arrows loosed from the outside.

I have nothing to say, I just found this neat.

Man this moment still gets me after all this time. In the translation I first read Saam said, “You may have killed ten rebels, but a thousand more have risen to take their place.” I have no preference between the two, I find them both equally striking.

Arslan in Wolfpack ends up borrowing Saam's words during the resistance after the capital fell, kinda like a rallying call. We won't stay down.

Okay now for some... theorizing? Maybe that's too generous a word. It's just something I noticed.

I noticed the enslaved folk wearing these anklet things? I don't know if all of them do— I can't see all their feet in any given panel, but enough to make me raise my eyebrow. Maybe it's something that signifies them as slaves? I'm not sure but it's something to think about.

[halloweensims]

Long time no see, I suck at keeping blogs XD Right now I am very excited about the upcoming Cottage living expansion, I want all the animals and that hobbitsy vibe of the whole pack <3

Anyway, here are all of my current vampire sims from my save game... the last row are vampire children that were born in game.