I always find it's fun to think about what my kindred does in their downtime, so I made a collection of asks about the "boring" parts of being a kindred. ^^ Have fun, y'all!
How neat/messy is your kindred's home? Why?
If they're old: what's a modern convenience they enjoy? If they're young: what's something from the past they wish they got to do?
What's an everyday thing your kindred uses powers for?
What's an everyday thing your kindred COULD use powers for but they don't?
What's their usual mode of transit?
Do they have any mortal habits or quirks they haven't dropped?
What food/drink do they miss the most?
What's something modern they just don't get? If they're young, then something old they don't get.
Favorite book/show? Why?
Favorite genre of music? Why?
What kind of (video)games do they like? Are they any good at them?
Do they like vampire media and jokes?
What's a small fact about being a kindred that they dislike?
Do they prefer mortal or kindred company when it comes to everynight existence?
Has your kindred adapted to modern fashion, or stuck with things from their time?
I’ve said “I hate this” so many times on this website, and never actually meant it, because “I hate this” is just shorthand for ‘this is an example of a meme given a twist I wasn’t expecting with intent to surprise’. Which is, in of itself, a meme on this site. God damn it.
But this… This is something else.
The rapidity of a meme’s introduction to its zenith to its decline is so rapid that in ten years, you’ll need a damn twenty-page manual to explain this. It’ll be as unfunny and hard to explain as jokes in Shakespeare plays, except even more inexplicable because fuck, at least Shakespeare’s jokes are usually about anal or fucking your mother, good wholesome sex jokes we can all get behind.
For the love of fuck, how do you explain loss.jpg? How do you explain gun?
it is a YMCA reference - that’s one of the 6 memes being represented here
ok let me see if i can break this down easily. YMCA is the easiest place to start - the song itself has become a meme over time with people changing the lyrics to reference other pop cultural events. so YMCA is meme one (1)
this first lyric replacement (”take the breadsticks and run”) is a reference to the tumblr meme ‘stuffing breadsticks into my purse’. i think everyone remembers that one so i wont bother to explain it. that’s meme two (2)
“man door hand hook car door” is a meme of its own, a creepypasta from i dont remember when. it was a terrible stupid retelling of the generic ‘stuck in a car while hook handed man tries to kill us’ story so the stupid title caught on for memorability. that in and of itself is meme three (3)
‘gun’ is… yeah i dont know how to explain gun. long story short you add gun to the end of a phrase instead of what you expect the last word to be. its shock funny. its everywhere but its popular to add to “man door hand hook car door” for.. some reason? gun is meme four (4)
and the thing is, this four meme combo is something thats gone around before. meme combos are, itself, a meme. which means taking this meme combo and mixing in another meme actually becomes meme five (5)
which leaves us at loss.jpg. loss.jpg was a terrible bad comic supposed to be about some tragic event, but it was presented so poorly literally no one takes it seriously, and for some reason recreating the four-panel setup has become popular. so thats meme six (6)
(but i need to add that this is the greatest version of loss.jpg i think i’ve ever seen. the initial ‘young man’ lines up with the guy bursting through the door, and the shock meme ‘gun’ matches the shock scene of the woman in the hospital and idk if OP even thought about that but it makes this just so much better)
it might also just be a coincidence due to loss.jpg’s format but the whole white minimalist four-panel setup is also suspiciously reminiscent of those early 2000’s rage comics
I’m not reblogging this because I want to. I’m reblogging this because sometimes you’re a witness to history whether you want to be or not, and you have to embrace that.
Ok but I need someone who can actually make a meme to add on but do the Thor ragnorak meme where tumble is Hela and she’s like you can’t defeat me and Thor is that first original plane white meme and he says I know but he can and the fire guy is the most recent one. Thanks
Hello everyone! I have had an all things considered great year both personally and artistically. I am just so jazzed to keep drawing and creating, and in my big vortex of wanting to do more and give back more - I wanted to do a little art raffle to help cap off the year!
If you want to enter, all you need to do is like this post and reblog it! Perhaps tag it with the character you'd like drawn! I plan on giving the winner a totally free headshot portrait of a character. I would prefer your OCs, but I can do canon characters too if you'd like! Just please bear in mind, I'm not super amazing with furry or mech characters! (Not that I don't love them, I just know my current limitations...)
You don't have to follow me, but it would mean the world either way! I plan on having the submission period run from 11/21/25 to 11/28/25! Anything after that day I will ignore, sorry about that! I will pick a winner, and then direct message you if you got it!
Examples of my artwork can be found here! If you want to donate to my Ko-Fi (this doesn't affect the raffle) I will be grateful! My commissions can also be found through my Ko-Fi as well. 💖✨
Thank you so much for being an amazing community everyone!
An art raffle for the Holidays! Rules are simple: Like and Reblog with the VtM OC you would like to see drawn. You need not follow me.
The art will be a portrait with as much detail as I have energy for. It's been a rough year y'all.
I will randomly choose one or more winners on the 1st of December, so the cutoff day is November 30th.
Idea stolen from @crownedinmarigolds who is very cool and also doing a raffle!
Camarilla players: This is my 10th generation Ventrue, he has Submerged Directive, 2 dots in Status, 3 dots in resources, and a ghoul to do all his tax evasion for him.
Sabbat players: This is my horrible murder lady, she likes murder.
Nosferatu players: While those two are distracted, how long do you think it would take my guy to convert a decent chunk of the sewers into a homeless shelter/black market/subterranean city/bunker in which to ride out either Gehenna or global thermonuclear war (whichever happens first)? Factoring in the time it takes to keep those two distracted, of course?
Hello I’ve decided to make a VTM OC ask game! Feel free to reblog and put your OCs name in the tags hehe
1. What clan is your OC?
2. What faction is your OC? Do they conform to a group or are they independent?
3. Are they more “traditional” or do they break barriers?
4. What generation are they?
5. Who is their sire?
6. What was their relationship to their sire? Were they close in any way or mere strangers?
7. How did their sire treat them?
8. Was their sire with them after their embrace?
9. Do they have a childer?
10. What is their relationship to that childe if they do have one?
11. When was their embrace?
12. What happened that lead up to their embrace?
13. Was their embrace painful? (Either emotionally or physically)
14. How did they initially feel after being embraced? Did they like being reborn into something knew or did it take them a while to cope with their new reality?
15. Are they presumed to be dead or are they still acting as though they are alive to the general public?
16. How good are they at acting “alive”?
17. What are their thoughts on the Camarilla?
18. What are their thoughts on thinbloods?
19. What are their thoughts on the Sabbat?
20. What are their thoughts on the Anarchs?
21. What is their predator type?
22. What are their thoughts on other predator types?
23. How often do they kill those they drain blood of?
24. Do they easily dispose of bodies?
25. How often do they cause a masquerade breach?
26. Do they want to become human again or are they fine as a kindred?
27. Do they have a clan they don’t particularly like?
28. Where do they live now as a kindred?
29. Do they frequently change locations or do they have a fixed location where they live?
30. Do they have a clan that they do particularly like?
31. Do they have a ghoul?
32. Do they like their ghoul if they do have one?
33. Would they like to have a ghoul if they don’t have one?
34. What are their thoughts on blood dolls?
35. How old is your OC up until their death?
36. How old are they now, continuing through their embrace?
37. What age are they? (Childer, Neonate, Ancilla, etc.)
38. Do they care about the taste of blood?
39. Could they easily decipher what a Malkavian is saying?
40. Would they ever commit diablerie if given the chance?
41. Would your OC switch their clan if given the chance? Why or why not?
42. Suppose they weren’t embraced by their clan, which other clan would they thrive in?
43. What are their best attributes?
44. What are their best skills?
45. What are their disciplines?
46. What are their ambition(s) if any?
47. What are their desire(s) if any?
48. Detail things about your OC you spent a lot of time on!
49. Detail your OC’s backstory!
50. Wild card! Sender asks a specific question in regards to your OC
I hope you guys have fun :3
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tagging some of my mutuals who might be interested (u guys are now gonna get bothered by me no take backs) (unless you ask to stop which i will dont worry dont worry im just being silly): @thewhumpcaretaker @babayagaiscomingforya @informaltorching @casperatu @styxnbones @porcelainseashore @childofmalkavians @knownsome @findingtarshish
I wanted to offer the opportunity for some art requests. This is open to both the Guild Wars 2 and the Vampire: The Masquerade communities! Reblog (or send an ask), tell me about your characters/provide refs, and I might draw your blorbo 💖
These would be done outside of my normal commission work and personal workload, but I find it helpful to look at others for inspiration when in a slump. There's no time limit on this, so you might reblog now and suddenly get art 5 months from now lol. The pieces will range from being part of a sketch page to a standalone illustration depending on how I'm feeling. 💙
Ya know what, I don't expect anything from this, but i'll throw characters out there anyway. It gives me the excuse to talk about 'em.
I have many more, but these are maybe the most interesting, in my mind?
I don't really have referances. Just the discriptions i've already done, and they get smaller as I lost steam, heh.
Neal: A Nosferatu doctor who runs an illegal clinic. He holds free meetings for drug addicts that are trying to quit, and gets them the help they need, while operating on gang members who come in with various wounds from gun violence.
Neal’s skin has become grey and desiccated. So taut is it that it clings to his skull, highlighting each and every recess, sticking firmly to the bone, allowing for very little expression. It looks as though Neal’s face is only the skull.
His eyes have sunken into their sockets, shrivelled up, and been left without moisture, just two raisins in the eye sockets, surrounded by flaps of skin that had been his eyelids at one point, but are now just useless flesh.
His nose has actually grown, becoming large and hooked, curling over his mouth in such a way that it looks almost rat like, as it sits in the very middle of Neal’s face, his nostrils flared, but unable to smell. The months of agony that had been his painful transition in the sewers had burned away any semblance of a sense of smell.
Then there was his mouth.
His horrible mouth.
Teeth protrude in all directions, tearing their way out of his lips and cheeks, destroying the flesh that had previously been there. His jaw had dislocated in an attempt to keep all of the teeth inside his mouth, and only a few threads of tattered flesh that hung on kept his jaw from hanging open.
There were three rows of teeth, each battling for dominance within Neal’s mouth. The front row twisted their way to the back of his mouth, stabbing the roof of his mouth, while the back row poked their way out, jutting out at an awkward angle. The middle row did a bit of both, the long fangs weaving between the others.
Neal’s mouth was like some distorted industrial shredder, horrific and terrifying to look upon.
His limbs had stretched to awful proportions. He looked as though he’d been set upon a medieval torture rack and stretched to the point that his body could no longer take it, then stretched some more, his arms and legs gaining an extra elbow and knee to bend with in the process.
His hands had received similar treatment. They had gained extra knuckles and joints, becoming long and gnarled, his nails black and sharp. Each hand looked just a little like a spider, skuttling in front of him.
Giuliano: A 1920’s Ventrue hitman for the mob, who now runs a Jazz club. He’s a hard-line Camarilla man that’s trying to be better. He’s currently expanding his portfolio into executive producer for his recording artists.
Giuliano Bartanelli looked Italian, from the way he held himself, to the way he gestured with his hands. He had the unique quality of feeling of someone who knew what it was to live with fine food and even better weather.
He had neatly kept, swept back hair, that had been styled in such a way that was old fashioned, but it fit in with the atmosphere that The Last Night was trying to embody. To go along with the hair, he was dressed in a pinstriped suit, that made it look like he’d stepped right out of the 1920’s.
A long, aquiline nose sat in the middle of his face, traveling all the way down to his where small, pencil moustache lingered upon his top lip. Those lips were pressed together into a thin, yet charming smile, that never seemed to show any teeth.
It was his eyes that caught people’s attention however.
They were a deep blue colour that made people who looked within them think of the sea. They were beautiful, alluring, but also somewhat unsettling. It almost felt as though, if you looked into Giuliano’s eyes for long enough, you might fall into them, and be lost forever.
Quetzalcoatl: An Elder Tzimisce monstrosity that lives beneath the Hollywood Forever Cemetery. They’re a cult leader that tries to guide people to becoming what they think of as their true selves. They’re loyal to the Anarch Movement and hate the Sabbat.
Quetzalcoatl’s skull is pulled back into a mask like visage, with cranial ridges that sit a top their head, each prong looking a little like a crown. In the middle of their face is a bat like nose, and the lower half of their face is split into a pair of mandibles, while beard like tentacles dangle from their chin.
The flesh has been stripped away from their body, leaving their bones exposed, while a chitinous carapace makes up the rest of their body. Their legs are covered by flesh pulled back to create leathery robes, from under which their tail sways from side to side.
They have four arms, and claws extending from the ends of their fingers.
They are covered in innumerable eyes, their pupils a deep green, while the whites are in fact black. A nictitating membrane covers each eye, meaning they don’t have to blink. The eyes are in their arms, legs, chest, and embedded in their skull. There are too many to count.
Ramone: A thoroughly unlikable and very angry Brujah that wants to tear down all vampiric establishments. Currently he’s a homeless vagrant that goes from place to place, surviving off playing music.
Even being as short as he was, Ramone struck an imposing figure. With his hair styled and dyed into a pink mohawk, and his long beard dyed teal, he might have looked comedic, if it wasn’t for the unmistakable aura of a predator, he carried with him.
It permeated from him like acrid smoke, coiling around him, grappling the hearts of those that walked near him in a vice grip of fear. Ramone couldn’t explain it himself, but since his transition, there was simply something about him that screamed monster.
Maybe it was the undiluted rage that he carried with him.
The heavy, steel capped boots he wore thumped against the pavement as he walked forwards, the various chains that dangled from his jeans and leather jacket jingling as he advanced, almost like a warning.
His face was riddled in piercings, from those that were embedded in his ears and eyebrows, to the rings that hung from his nose. There was even one chain that went from the ring on his right nostril, to the lobe of his right ear.
Rosa: An Irish traveller that is plagued by nightmares of an incident that made her go missing for thirty years. She’s recently re-emerged in LA, and has been integrating herself with the local Kindred. She has a dangerous strike and likes to coerce others into mischief.
Rosa is an attractive young woman, with long, curly hair, and deep green eyes. She wears very little make up, some lip stick and mascara only. She has a long nose, thin brows, and high cheekbones.
She can usually be seen wearing a leather jacket, a tank top, and jeans. She has a number of bracelets dangling from her wrists, and multiple rings on her fingers. A personal perfume follows her always, a scent akin to Rosemary and Lavender.
Phillip: Phillip is a threatening presence that oozes corruption and malice. He has a agenda that he’s not spoken about, but given how the shadows cling to him, and the way he makes people feel, it can’t be good.
Phillip is an individual of average height. Dressed in a blueish purple suit, the various tattoos that decorated his body soon dissolve any semblance of sophistication.
Phillip feels threatening. There is no way anyone can put a finger on exactly what it was that made him threatening, but he feels cold, and unnatural, like he had just stepped out of the sea itself, and brought with him all its tumultuous malice.
There are cracks at the corners of his eyes, where if he were still living, smile lines might have wrinkled, but these cracks are not wrinkles. A dark smoke drifts from his abyssal gaze, filling all that lock eyes with him with a dismal despair.
He has a beard that sprouts from the lower half of his face, and brown hair that grows from his head, with shaved back and sides, and longer hair on top.
A hoop earring dangles from his left ear.
Lawrence: Tremere Magister. He’s an arrogant researcher that sees himself as superior to most people. He spends most of his time advancing whatever magical theorem that he’s currently working on.
Lawrence is a young man, with blond hair, blue eyes, and a hawk like nose. He has a thin, stern face, with a monocle rested upon his nose. He usually wears tweed suits in browns, with dark ties around his neck.
60 questions that can be made into an OC ask game, or you can just fill everything out yourself to get to know your character a little better :)
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[1] What first impression do they typically make? Are they likeable from the get go, or take time to grow on people?
[2] How does their social personality differ from how they act when they’re alone?
[3] What emotion is the hardest for them to deal with?
[4] How physically and emotionally affectionate they are?
[5] Are they good at keeping secrets?
[6] How direct are they in conversations, do they speak in hints and riddles or bluntly say what they think?
[7] Are they a good liar, and what would they probably lie about?
[8] How open they are about their true feelings, both positive and negative?
[9] What is their love language?
[10] How quickly do they fall for someone?
[11] What are small things that make them happy?
[12] How high is their self-esteem?
[13] What kind of sense of humor do they have, if any?
[14] What does it take to make them laugh, and what does their laugh sound like?
[15] How do they act around people they don't like?
[16] Do they easily rely on others to help them out, or prefer doing everything themselves?
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[17] What is their biggest struggle that no one around them is able to understand or believe?
[18] Do they ever have to hide their identity and for what reason?
[19] If they could change one thing about their past, what would they change?
[20] When they’re sad or upset, do they need company or some time alone?
[21] When they’re sick, would they want others to visit and take care of them, or they would rather prefer not to be seen at not their best?
[22] Do they have nightmares, and if yes, when did they start and what are they usually about?
[23] What was the worst, the darkest period of their life that they have been through?
[24] How hard it is for them to not allow their emotions to cloud their judgement?
[25] Do they have fears and phobias, and if they do, do they usually keep it to themselves or talk about it openly?
[26] Do they have any physical or mental ilness, how do they handle it and how open they are about it?
[27] Do they have any scars, how did they get them and how do they feel about them?
[28] What is something that they will never be able to forgive?
[29] How do they deal with loss, stress and anger?
[30] What are their most healthy and most unhealthy coping mechanisms?
[31] How hard it is for them to own up to their mistakes and wrongdoings?
[32] Is there something they've done in the past that they deeply regret till this day?
[33] What are one of their fondest and most treasured memories?
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[34] Do they have vices they don't want others to know about?
[35] Do they like their own appearance, and what do they do, if anything, to alter it in any way?
[36] Do they own items that have sentimental value?
[37] How would they spend a lazy day when they have nothing specific to do?
[38] What do they usually do or where do they go when they need to feel comfortable and safe?
[39] What is their sleeping habits and favorite sleeping position, either alone and with someone?
[40] How picky they are with food, do they have specific dietary requirements based on their health or culture?
[41] What’s their usual morning routine?
[42] What is their idea of a perfect friendly hangout and/or romantic date?
[43] Do they enjoy flirting or being flirted with?
[44] On a party, where would you find them?
[45] For an event, would they dress like they typically do, or go all out?
[46] Would they rather dress to look attractive or to feel comfortable, and what would they never wear?
[47] Do they drink alcohol, and if they do, how much and how often?
[48] Are they, or were they at some point in their life, a part of any subculture?
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[49] Do they possess any unexpected skill or knowledge that surprises others, and otherwise, what is something anyone would assume they know or can do, but in fact they don’t?
[50] What are they really good and really bad at?
[51] How good are they with money?
[52] Do they speak any other languages aside from their own?
[53] Do they like to sing and how confident they are with their singing?
[54] Do they like giving gifts, and how good are they at picking good gifts?
[55] How long does it take for them to make a new place feel like home, and what do they need for it?
[56] How would they react to hearing a dirty joke?
[57] What was the most stupid or dangerous thing they have ever done?
[58] In the situation where they had to choose, would they rather stay loyal to their morals or to people they love?
[59] What would they want to be remembered for?
[60] If they were to commit a crime, what kind of crime would it most likely be?
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some of these question were written myself, some are the courtesy of my friend, and some were brought from my questionnaires in my old fandom. if you use them, please reblog or link back to this post
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