#verse ;; vtm

[tevintersnakes]

back in the fallout pit, fortunately my art has improved since 2016 so I can draw doctors hanging out together somewhat effectively now

[cotrieu]

hi vamily i have vtm brain rot again sooo this is my oh see fiammetta ciriaco anastasia palaiologina my lasombra ventrue who's totally not a sabbat emissary she was originally for the vtmb storyline but i decided to make her a stand off character so :) yayyyy

[vinzred]

new thinblood malkavian boy Tag Wilson

[alongtidesoflight]

hey world of darkness people, here's a survey for you to fill out to give paradox some feedback on what they're doing and what direction you wanna see wod head down in general

[pjtraveller]

"Okay, first of all..."

open to anyone!

[despairs-memorial]

I finished the verses for my main muses, or at least the verses that I had planned out easily enough along with Kirumi and Korekiyo's pregame verses. They can be found here.

[byanyan]

I remember first throwing Haxus at your Shiro and I haven't regretted a single interaction since then! Every muse you pick up has so much detail that fills them out and Byan is no different! Came for your writing and character development, stayed for the gremlin teen we all know and love!

why did you follow & what made you stay?ㅤㅤ∘ ˚ ( accepting )

i'm gonna CRY dude, i'm gathering all these kind words up into my arms and shoving them right back at you bc like??? literally same????? 0 regrets, i knew i was gonna love writing with you after seeing how you took a minor villain and turned him into this detailed, interesting, fully-fledged character, and like. i mean, obviously i was right. so glad we've stuck together as mutuals over the years bc i've loveddddd seeing all the other muses you've picked up and ocs you've created, they're all?? so INTERESTING and JUICY??? just so good.

i'm about to start sobbing, tysmmmm ♡♡♡

[disassemblydroned]

@sd-vtm / starter call

Carefully, he chooses his words without slighting her current goal in mind ( don't want to ruin her new found drive after the entire ordeal ). Opening up with a touch with gentle intention, he grabs her attention by her shoulder. "If I could, I trust I'd pick something better. Wouldn't you?" As if she would disappear, he holds on a pinch tighter. Don't go. "But because all we have is the unknown can I ask you something?"

"What if, the humans don't come here and we don't see them? The planet isn't exactly. . .liveable." Vague gesture. "Training the sentinals? Great idea! Not saying it's not at all."

Releases his anxiety by extension his touch to her shoulder. Looking forward, all he saw was a memory strangled by the weight of life changing ultimatums. Are you free, V? No one chooses to be like this. While not the better choice if he could ( he could never decide what's best for him if without her and the others ), he couldn't allow this to be a one drone task. Reaching out to V would never be a mistake.

Never a what if and always I WILL.

"I just want to be apart of whatever you're doing. So. . .if this is the 'what if' you've got your core set on then I'd really want to know. It'd also be really nice if you would do something with me." No, not for him. N's kindness was unconditional. The drone keeps pulling her to a promised moment of normality ( before all body and mind altering changes ). "If you want."

[blackrosesmatron]

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This post will be a study of how LeBlanc is nearly the personification of Clan LaSombra, and how I accidentally drew inspiration from it for her character!

The Black Rose also bears some resemblance to the Sabbat, but that will be covered in another post at a later date (or possibly today if I can't stop hyperfocusing on it).

This will be a very lengthy post, so please be aware of that!

"The Lasombra exist for their own success, fighting for personal victories rather than solely for a crown to wear or a throne to sit upon. They believe that might makes right, and are willing to sacrifice anything to achieve their goals. A clan that uses spirituality as a tool rather than seeking honest enlightenment."

For this, I must clarify that I'm basing my LB on her current lore, which provides very little information except for her primary goal of preventing Mordekaiser from coming back. As shown in her short story and through both Samira's and Rell's stories, she is more than willing to do whatever it takes to achieve her goal. No sacrifice is too great for her to make.

In addition to the canon part, delving into my Headcanons for LeBlanc, she aspired to be more than just an ordinary individual (or a 'nobody' as she refers to herself prior to joining Mordekaiser's forces). She believed she deserved more than what life had offered her in the past. The LaSombra clan is known as Social Darwinists, which aligns quite well with my views on the Matron and how I portray her (or at least how I hope to portray her).

❝Our clan has a long heritage of leadership in a very primal and pure sense. We do not soil ourselves with the petty details of reckoning every little scrap; we command and seize.❞ — Unnamed Paladin

"Lasombra are fiercely predatory creatures, and the Lasombra mindset is defined by an embrace of darkness itself. The Lasombra firmly believe that power is best held by the most worthy, and that the primary test of worthiness is acquiring said power. As a result, they are predatory, backstabbing, power-hungry and unapologetically arrogant about their position."

I still owe a proper post about LeBlanc's way of manipulating others, but she does employ multiple tactics to gain the upper hand over others and maintain a power balance in her favor. This applies not only to interpersonal dynamics but also on a broader and more significant scale, such as her influence over the politics of Noxus and other regions.

She is not beyond betrayal, she is extremely power-hungry (which is why she decided to 'serve' Mordekaiser in the first place), and she is not the least bit humble about the status she has acquired for herself over the centuries.

In summary, she will do anything one can imagine to seize power for herself and is unashamed of her actions.

"Several thousand years ago, a tribe of proto-Maasai people were ordered by a pale spirit to produce a child for him. This child was trained to lead by having every member of the tribe obey him, and he was trained to be loyal by extensive gifts and rewards from the Lasombra Antediluvian. The experiment failed, and Lasombra punished the tribe by wiping out half of its population. Before rerunning the experiment, Lasombra was visited by his child's playmate, Ontai. This shaman-in-training offered his life to Lasombra – in life, death, and beyond, with no price asked. Lasombra, disturbed by the offer and Ontai's already impeccable honor, tested the shaman's resolve by demanding he slaughter his tribe. Ontai obeyed, and a shaken Lasombra called off the execution and embraced Ontai, renaming him Montano, and bringing him to the Mediterranean. Thereafter, Lasombra was always uncertain whether his childe's unswerving honor had gotten the better of him."

Another part that will be solely based on Headcanons alone, as we have no information on LeBlanc's background—specifically, who she was prior to becoming the Matron of the Black Rose.

In a previous post, I mentioned that in my headcanon, LeBlanc hails from a small, nameless village that has been forgotten by time. Somehow, she managed to join Mordekaiser's forces and quickly grew closer to him. However, this closeness didn't come without a series of challenging tasks meant to test her resolution, loyalty, and her physical, magical, and mental prowess. She was willing to carry out any order from Mordekaiser, no matter how heinous, including wiping out entire villages or kidnapping individuals like the Yordle who studied the stars. While she deeply regretted kidnapping Veigar, she continued to showcase her abilities and determination, steadily climbing the ranks until she achieved the privilege of being part of the Iron Revenant inner circle.

Just like the original LaSombra, Mordekaiser remained uncertain about her loyalty until the very end—or most likely he was certain he never truly had it in the first place.

"Lasombra naturally seek power and authority to prove themselves better than others; (...) While the Lasombra focus on the practical matters of administration and leadership [of the Sabbat]. The Lasombra operate under the metaphor of "shadows". They do not stand in the limelight, preferring to manipulate others to their own ends while doing as little as possible to make themselves a target. This is not done solely out of fear, but because many Lasombra have domineering and superior personalities that necessitate having someone beneath them. This role is usually filled by mortals; (...) Those who find themselves under the control of a Lasombra can expect a demanding and unrewarding experience. Their domitor will use any and all tools available to ensure loyalty, such as the Blood Bond, coercion, physical intimidation, and unapologetic use of Dominate. The wise Lasombra will judge just how much of this force is necessary; too little and the servant is untrustworthy, too much and the servant is spineless and afraid to act when they need to act."

LeBlanc is canonically a figure who prefers to stay behind curtains, pulling strings and letting others do the dirty job. Or when she does it herself, she does it disguised as somebody else. It is a risk too great for her personally due to Mordekaiser's sigil on her, but it also works best for her when people do not know she even exists in the first place. In short, she isn't stupid enough to make herself a target.

Now, let's delve into LeBlanc's relationship with her own Cabal: The Black Rose.

With the exception of serving the Black Rose not being a rewarding experience, as there is always something to gain (although it often happens that what one gains from being part of the Cabal does not equal how much they give), all else applies. The Matron will use different methods to ensure loyalty from those who are proper members of the cabal and a different set of tactics for those who are unaware that they work for her.

The only thing she is against is mind-controlling a person, as she is well aware that Mordekaiser himself expects to strip the Pale Sorceress of her free will as soon as she dies. She cannot bring herself to do it to another.

"The Lasombra went to the Sabbat, the Ventrue to the Camarilla. And finally, the Ventrue deduce their claim of rulership over all Cainites through their lineage from the first of the Third Generation, while the Lasombra claim leadership over them as the Clan who first managed to slay their Antediluvian founder. With the Lasombra defection from the Sabbat, many Ventrue delight at the opportunity to lord over a clan they have struggled against for centuries, but the Magisters themselves see this as an opportunity to turn the Ventrue's arrogance against them. They become advisors, bodyguards, and regents to Ventrue Princes, dethroning the weakened Tremere and slighting the undervalued Toreador without directly threatening the sceptre that the Clan of Kings holds so dear; the Lasombra know that you don't need to sit on the throne to control the kingdom."

Despite her pride, LeBlanc does not see a problem in 'serving' another, as she did with Mordekaiser. As long as she can see it as beneficial to her in the long run, she will let the other party feel like they are in control, while she is the one actually pulling the strings and dictating the direction of where things are heading. Her personas often play the parts of advisors and lovers mainly, but if the need arise, she doesn't mind creating a new one for a more physically demanding task.

At the end of the day, she lies down knowing she is the one controlling the Empire and the regions beyond it.

"Lasombra pride themselves on doing things with style and elegance."

Her personas will not always be 'tidy,' 'clean,' or 'elegant,' but LeBlanc herself will refuse to show her face while dressed in shabby clothes. Her personal image is quite important to her, so if she is to show her own, she will do it with style and elegance.

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Quite possible I'll be making another post solely on LB as a LaSombra, because I feel like I forgot to cover a few points. I'll do it once I remember what those points are XD

All the informations quoted in this post can be found here.

[gcldfanged]

-V:TM verse tropes-

Affably Evil

Battle Butler

Better Than Sex

Blood Lust

Cat Smile

Combat Sadomasochist

Consuming Passion

Conveniently an Orphan

Dark and Troubled Past

Deadpan Snarker

The Determinator

Extreme Doormat

Hemo Erotic

Horror Hunger

I Am A Humanitarian

In Love With Your Carnage

Laughing Mad

Literal Man Eater

Living Forever is No Big Deal

Luring in Prey

Made of Iron

Mouthy Kid

Non-Human Sidekick

Not Afraid to Die

Now That's Using Your Teeth!

Older Than They Look

Power Dynamics Kink

Red Eyes, Take Warning

Slasher Smile

Smoking is Cool

Trauma Conga Line

Values Dissonance

Voluntary Vampire Victim

[eric-the-bmo]

flipping through the book of nod and i love how we’ve got like. vampire bible commandments. im so gonna use these as captions for art and just. ough /pos

[masquenoire]

@gnarledbite​ found you HERE...

Well, tonight had been a real shitshow. What was supposed to have been a quick clean-out turned out to be more than Roman had bargained for, the group of thugs encroaching on his turf backed up with some real killer artillery. Definitely not some run-of-the-mill gang looking to pick up some parking meter change; it had been a trap and Roman charged in with all guns blazing only to end up against a firing squad himself. Kind of impressive actually, the simplicity of the scheme in which to draw Roman Sionis onto the street for an easy kill. Targeting his dealers and disrupting the flow of narcotics had been one thing but the joy of making an example out of the culprits, now they knew he'd find that irresistable. Roman would have smiled had he still had the strength. Scarface knew him better than he knew himself, the vicious little wooden bastard. However, Roman could only swallow, feeling oddly thirsty despite the strong taste of blood upon his tongue. He’s bleeding out fast and knows it, unable to repress a shudder at his impending demise. Then again it might have been his body beginning to convulse - already he could feel the cold, dark fingers of death reaching out for him like so many others had been claimed tonight. Speaking of Death, the bastard was already hovering over his corpse. It wasn't Scarface, much to his surprise. The odd, scratching voice that reached his dimming ears didn't carry the gloating words he'd been expecting, of luring him out onto his own turf that would now belong to him. Similarly the dark frame kneeling above his corpse wasn't chubby like the Ventriloquist Scarface had dubbed his puppet - this newcomer was thin and lanky, their silhouette so tall that overhead lights were blotted out, fanning behind the top of their head like some sort of nightmarish halo. He'd never put much stock into religion but in that moment, it looked like an awful lot like the Angel of Death had come for him. Or so he'd thought. Death didn't ask how badly you wanted to live, saying that your luck hadn't run out just yet. Roman swallowed again, coughing wetly as he struggled to get a better look at his saviour's face. It wasn't Batman or any of the other morons stupid enough to try saving the crime lord's life and with a bullet lodged in his lung, even the Bat wouldn't have been able to perform any miracles at this point. Well, fuck. What else did he have to lose? Roman figured the other person wasn't asking out of the goodness of their little heart, that payment would be involved one way or the other but right now he didn't have the time or energy to lay out the terms of any contracts, the fires of his hot blood now growing cold and dim. "... F-fuck it. Do what you c-can, n' I'll m-make it w-w-worth your w-while..." Roman spits, his words trailing off as a violent hacking fit overcomes him. The crime lord sighs as his strength gives out, jaw going slack as he fights bitterly to maintain eye contact until his last breath. He wasn't ready to leave this life yet, especially not by the hand of some two-bit chump he didn't even know the name of.

[charmantevamp]

🚫 Have they ever broken one of the Traditions? (This is includes the Masquerade) 🧛‍♀️ Do they have any preference regarding who they feed on/how they feed?

VTM oc ask meme.

None that they will admit to, cause Audrey’s a survivor. They were even as a human. Even if it means lying, sacrificing ‘goodness’ and ethics. Note: Audrey’s a social climber because she has/had to be to survive, “Nothing comes for free, sir.” Until 1910 Audrey is perhaps excessively concerned with money and stability, but she isn’t my Ventrue Byzantine vampire, Livia. What tradition has Audrey broke? … she’s never broken the masquerade to the point of endangering herself or her fellow kindred. But if someone in private and quietly asks what she is, she will answer truthfully, she didn’t ask for vampirism, it was very much forced upon her. So the masquerade. It was the gutter or the embrace. More on the masquerade. It’s not necessarily a “tradition” but she’s caught feelings for humans, which given their fragility you aren’t supposed to do. But it’s not explicitly stated so Audrey would simply say, “what was I supposed to do? They/she/he were blonde, pretty and nice to me.”

Evildoers, though obviously what defines mortal “evil” is relative as evil in general is relative. Generally, the kind of person, especially men who use their power to do harm to others and abuse their power. Audrey knows she’s not a good person, or kindred, rather, but she considers it passably better than doing harm to innocents or feeding on the ill and dying.

[camellia-thea]

For the ask game to fuel your writings about Dove

5, 6, 7, 17, 23, 28, 34

You said go ham go ham I have gone

:eyes::eyes::eyes:

thank you, oh gracious storyteller. i'm not even going to check how long this will be before i put in a cut

i went for some low hanging fruit here, i won't lie, but i also think they fit so.

tw: references to vampire typical stuff; blood, murder, death. religious themes (a verse that has been turned into something for vampires)

5. what is a specific, defining physical feature that they have?

dove looks ill, after her embrace. it's something that she doesn't find out immediately. it's a mortal, a kine who tells her first.

"i don't mean to be rude but... you look really unwell, can i get you anything?"

dove wrinkles her nose. "i'm fine, thank you." her voice is cold.

"really, it's no problem if you need a seat or anything--"

"i am fine." the words are almost spat, and she realises how hungry she is. using blush of life took enough out of her that the beast is resting closeby.

she turns to the man, "actually..."

he looks so eager to help.

he only remembers her asking for a drink. a full glass of water is left on the shop's counter after she leaves.

she still doesn't know what she looks like.

6. what quality do they like the most about themselves?

dove is a survivor, she knows. it sings in her vitae, look how far we've come.

she'd been bright, as a mortal, ready and willing to take the world and make it yield. exactly what she needed to deal with the hell of law school.

then it meant she caught attention, her domitor offering the internship in person. it meant that she clawed her way through each task, handled tasks day and night, and fought to the top.

it's what drew her sire to her, she thinks. that she made it, she had the drive, the instinct to fight tooth and nail until the world submitted under her.

it's what got her away from him, the knowledge of herself, her limitations, she's a planner, a thinker, a fighter

a survivor.

7. what quality do they like the least about themselves?

there is a part of her, one that she shoves deep down, that still cares. still cares how others see her, still cares about those she left behind, so long ago.

he lives up the road. she looks just like lynette. so clearly her grandchild. and he is so clearly her son.

dove's nephew is her only connection to who she was, someone she hates and loves in equal measure. there's a part of her... a part that wants to let them die, and another that desperately wants to reveal itself to them both.

she never will; she's smarter than that. but the pair remind her of the morals she once had. the parts that have been torn away by years of servitude and callousness.

she hates that they make her feel human.

17. when were they the most angry that they’ve ever been?

it takes just over nine months for the bond to break, and then, dove is furious.

how dare he?

how dare he come into her life, make things fall to pieces around her, murder her, and then leave?

he left her, let her run, and God had she wanted to run, wanted to flee to the hills because she knew she wasn't safe-- yet

but now she's free, for the first time in sixteen years, she knows her thoughts are all her own, no misguided love or devotion to beings who do not care whether she lives or dies.

she's furious, furious at everything around her, and it feels so good to be angry at them both. so good to be take the table in her living room and break it. the speaker on the side smashes too, and so she breaks its pair.

a whirlwind of angry destruction, promise of retribution; hell hath no fury and all;

she's powerful

and yet--

she's dead.

23. when do they feel the most beautiful?

exquisite

28. what is something that helps to comfort them?

dove prays. a habit drilled into her by her mother, now twisted into something that fits her new self. it sings in her blood, calls through oblivion to her, she wakes with it on her tongue.

we are children of the night, not children of the day. we are of the night, and of the darkness. therefore let us not sleep as do others, but let us watch. for those that sleep, sleep in the night, and we that feast, feast in the night.

34. pick a character that they know. what is something that they do that your character finds charming/endearing?

dove admires amara's dedication to its art. beauty is a mindset she was told once, long ago. seeing amara reminds her of the words, said teasingly, as another woman caught dove's chin to paint her lips red.

amara knows that eyes are on them, as they move through elysium. the way it moves can only be described as swanning between people. the looks he gets are equally spread between horror and awe, and dove realises that amara probably revels in both equally.

dove finds herself firmly planted in the latter, the way the tzimisce moves is almost predatory, but graceful in a way that owned the room better than any rose or ventrue could dream.

that's not to mention the dress, the way she speaks about her art, the comments about the sea. amara is fascinating, in a way that draws dove in like the light of the anglerfish they are admiring.

[despairs-memorial]

Sorry, but I am literally going full brainrot instantly seeing that fan art. Okay, okay...Brujah!Mondo???? Mondo riding with Smiling Jack and freaking out because holy shit the guy who turned him (or someone who turned someone who turned him I'm not picky) used to be a fucking real pirate???

Kiyotaka is Banu Haqim. Full stop. Having to handle his own bloodlust while sticking purely to his own morals. He only drinks from bags or from people he deems guilty, and from what I read because I didn't know about this clan as I started typing poison blood sword?!?!?!?

I'll come back to this, I lost it bc talking with a friend, but I will get this energy back.

[byanyan]

🍙 + a blood pack of Elder vitae (no risk of a blood bond, it just packs much more of a punch "nutrition"-wise). @gnarledbite

feed the raccoon

ㅤhungry as they are, it takes a great deal of self control for them to not sink their teeth into the blood bag the instant it's in their hands. really, it's garrett's words explaining what it is which have them hesitating — no risk of blood bond is reassuring, but they... haven't had vitae before, period, let alone elder vitae. something about it is... oddly nerve-wracking, though they can't put a finger on why exactly — other than it being something new to them, anyway, as well as the horror stories they've heard about feeding on another kindred. still though, with the promise of no dreaded blood bond (and coming from garrett... it's a promise they do actually trust), and the smell of it they can get even through the plastic... they're not going to be able to resist for long.

ㅤㅤ" so, like. what. s'is the kindred equivalent of fine wine, or somethin'? "ㅤa none-too-concealed sarcasm drips from their tone as byan, against their better judgement, raises the blood bag closer to their nose and draws in the scent. ...if their mouth still watered, it'd be doing so right now. unconsciously, their grip tightens, squeezing the bag while they fight the temptation to rip into it like some sort of feral animal.

ㅤㅤ" never liked wine all that much... "ㅤgrumbling more to themself than anything else, words effectively serving as an effort to help them maintain some amount of self-control than it is any genuine belief that their comparison is all that accurate, they hold the pack there beneath their nose, now pressed against their upper lip, for a moment longer. ultimately, they can't resist — they're too hungry to be able to resist. the nosferatu's reassurance still floating somewhere in the back of their mind, the fledgling's lips part, fangs finally puncturing the plastic of the bag to release the vitae within, their head tipping back to avoid spilling any of the precious liquid onto the floor.

it's... bliss. inherently similar to the feeling they get from feeding on a human, but more... intense. it could be placebo, they suppose — their mind believing that it's that different purely because it's something new; because it's vitae and not mortal blood — or even simply due to how long it's been since they last fed. —hell, for all they know, it could be a combination of two or all three factors! they don't know, it's hard to be sure, and their already brain shut off all thought that wasn't 'drink' about five seconds in to getting their first taste. whatever the reason for it may be, it's delectable, it's addicting, and they don't return to the present until they've sucked the blood pack dry.

realizing that they've emptied the thing, much to their chagrin, byan lowers the remains of the bag from their face, licking their lips to collect each and every stray drop. exhaling a low breath, their gaze flits to garrett, then darts away again just as quickly, a strange sense of embarrassment now coiling tight in their chest. ...it's the first time they've been in the same room as someone (other than their prey, at least) while they've fed, they realize. ...but why is that so uncomfortable?

ㅤㅤ" that was—... "ㅤthey begin, only to trail off, brow furrowing slightly as yet another realization strikes, pulling their attention away from their own self-consciousness.ㅤ" —wait. wait, wait, wait. i usually need a couple'a blood bags t' feel any kind'a satisfied if i haven't fed for a few nights... but i don't feel all that hungry anymore. s'at... normal? —s'at what y'mean about this stuff, "ㅤthey dangle the empty pack between their index finger and thumb,ㅤ" bein' more 'nutritious'? "

♡ @gnarledbite