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Some of the sketches I did lately. I guess I don’t really draw anything else than my WoD characters, who am I kidding it is mainly just Nossies :D

I really have to work on my skills, there is so much I want to do with them (comics, full storytelling illustrations, NSFW art XD)

Meanwhile enjoy my mix of everything from serious to silly :)

all characters belong to © me/doloresdraws ❤

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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.

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‘And I'd be anything for you But I'll never fit the bill

You consume my thoughts I'm not sure that I'm in yours at all Your mind is too far gone to see

The worst part of it all Is that I desperately still want Someone who never wanted me'

I'm only your everything When you feel alone’

Katya is a Ventrue, a Childe of Prince of Moscow, she made things difficult for Ioseph, leading him on and then betraying his trust putting him and all of Nossies to Prince's disgrace.

She is neonate and has always been a big overachiever, and now more than ever just wanted to surpass Anastasia's expectations and show that her Embrace was justified. She didn't expect Anastasia to just lose patience with the Nosferatu and ban their existence in Moscow...

Ioseph had forgiven her, he realized he should have known better, he shouldn't have trusted her. He believed that there was something more between them and he made a mistake.

Everyone now hates him and he has to hide even from fellow brood mates who want to kill him in hope that the Prince will then decides to take them back.

Katya feels guilty, because the truth is she has feelings for him and when they are emailing or texting she wants him, but whenever she sees him in person she can't deal with the whole Nosferatu package, she can barely bring herself to look at him, less alone touch him.

And even if she overcome her repulsion, she is a coward and would be ashamed if anyone know that she loved a Nosferatu. She is a prissy, quite selfish person. Not to say that she wouldn't want to atract Anastasia's wrath by associate herself with now prohibited Nosferatu clan.

Katya & Ioseph © me/doloresdraws lyrics © Irrelevant by Lauren Aquilina

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I wanted to paint Werner right after the Embrace before he was completely disfigured. I will write the full scene of his Embrace and what led to it in some other post in the future.

The story below follows him right after the Embrace.

The night after he, on his way from a bar, found a severely burned woman and despite him wanting to take her to the hospital, she convinced him to take her to his motel room instead. He didn’t feel comfortable leaving her on her own after he had seen the men trying to burn her alive.

He was very drunk, because he was celebrating getting a contract for his and Leslie’s book that he was about to sign tomorrow. He tried his best to tend to the woman’s wounds with what he had found in the motel room and tried to talk to her to figure out what happened and if she needed any more help from him.

Werner even offered to take her to the police station to report what happened, but despite his gentle and comforting approach she was impassive and the more he tried to tell her that everything is going to be alright, the more she snapped at him.

He was in no shape to argue with her, so he decided to leave it for the morning, when he's gonna think more clearly. Maybe she will change her mind and lets him call the police or at least take her to the hospital.

After leaving the hurt woman in his bed, he tried hard to stay awake in case he would need to go to the motel manager to call an ambulance for her, but he was still quite drunk and he fell asleep on a couch after a while.

When he woke up his head hurt terribly and it took him a few minutes to shake the sharp pain off him and recollect last night's memories. When he remembered that there was a woman that was severely burned in his bed, he forgot about his pain and he rushed to see her, fearing that he might find her dead.

But the bed was empty and just now he noticed how dark all of his surroundings were, the blinds were closed and the sheets were covering the windows. He called out for the woman, but his motel room was dead silent.

Now, when he was sure the woman left, he instinctively went to check his wallet, but his ID and money, everything was in its place. He sat down, thinking that if she was able to leave, her injuries must have been less severe than it looked like. He thought that she probably got scared after he told her that he will take her to the police station to report the men that tried to burn her alive. After calming himself down, he glanced at the time at his watch and he was shocked.

It was 6pm, he rushed to the window to open the blinds only to see the evening sky. He realized that he missed his appointment with the publisher that was at at 2pm. He cursed at himself, how could he oversleep for the whole day when he had such and important appointment.

As he went to take a shower and started to wash himself, he noticed weird bruises and lacerations all over his hands and after checking, he found more of those over his whole body. He didn’t panic as he explained them as a result of getting burned while helping the woman.

When he noticed clumps of hair in his hand after drying his hair, he cleaned the mirror to see how big the damage was only to notice more injuries on his face, he could see one of his eyes clouded with a milky film. But he couldn’t get a very good look at his face, because there was something clearly wrong with the mirror, he couldn’t get his face to sharpen in the reflection and after a few desperate attempts of trying to clean the mirror he gave up and just got dressed.

He rushed out of the motel to the nearest phone booth and tried to call the publisher’s office to apologize, but nobody picked up as they were probably already closed. He then thought that he should probably call Leslie, but he couldn't because he was out of change. He realized that he was not feeling well, he had quite severe hangover and he felt that all of the adrenaline had worn out... That was why he felt so much cramping and tension inside, shattering headache and a sharp pain in his limbs and rib cage.

He decided to buy a hot dog from a nearby stand, the vendor gave him weird stares, but Werner ignored them, he smelled the hot dog and the stench was awful, but he felt so hungry, he just bit into it and as he tasted it, he couldn’t hold it inside, spitting it out immediately.

Werner turned around to go back to the vendor to tell him something about how nasty the food was, but the people on the street stared at him in disgust that he decided it was not worth it.

He then went into a first diner that he saw, hoping that maybe he can at least have a coffee to get rid of the pressing headache. Inside of the diner he was met with more of the grossed out stares from the other people, some of them even made a step back from him looking at him as he was some kind of a dirty lowlife. He politely asked for a coffee and when he took out the money, smiling at the waitress and saying that he just had a bad day, the waitress forced a smile and squeamishly took the money in a way that made Werner feel like he was contagious.

He felt so uncomfortable with his gaze buried into the table until his coffee was delivered. He was so looking forward to take a sip, but he couldn’t bring himself to actually drink it as if he knew that he won’t be able to.

After what felt like a painful eternity, he took a deep breath and with a shaking hand kicked the whole cup in his throat. Everyone at the diner stared at him, some with disgust and some with general curiosity at the weird man trying to drink a cup of coffee as if it was a shot of whiskey. He tried to hold it in as he realized that there were people watching, but he couldn’t, he started to cough, he tried to make it into the cup, but of course his hands were shaking and he spilled it all over the table.

Some of the men sitting nearby shouted some insults at him. Werner got up and started to apologize to the waitress for the mess, but she just rolled her eyes at him.

There was no point in making this even worse, everyone here thought he was some kind of a drunk idiot, so he ran on the street hoping that the fresh air will make him better.

He walked aimlessly for a bit, but soon he started to go through phases when he felt that his insides were about to tear him apart.There had to be something wrong with him, he needed to go to the hospital. But the problem was, he didn’t know where the nearest hospital was.

He tried to approach people asking for directions, but they either ignored him before he even said anything as they thought he was a homeless person begging for money or stopped to help him, but as soon as they had seen his face they backed away, leaving him frustrated and lost.

He didn’t understand why people treated him so poorly, he was polite and he showered in the morning, wore nice clothes, just because he was not feeling well, they avoided him like the plague.

It crossed his mind a few times to call Leslie, but then he always said to himself that he doesn’t need to worry her just yet, first he wanted to get checked into the hospital, find out what was wrong with him and then he would call her.

After walking aimlessly for a bit, he got tired of the weird stares, so he instinctively avoided people and chose to walk the back alleys, hoping to find a hospital or a police officer to ask for directions.

In one of the alleys he saw a homeless man sitting on the ground, covered in sheets, drinking something from a bottle. As Werner walked next to him, he saw a hat on the ground with a few pennies that people probably threw at him and he thought that today he felt how it probably feels to be in his shoes, so he took out some change and put it in his hat. “Thanks, man.”

The homeless man examined Werner’s face in the street light for a moment. “Man, you look like shit. Need a drink?”  The man moved a bit to the side to make space for Werner and gestured with his hand to offer Werner to sit down. “C’mon, sit, man.”

Werner smiled at him, finally someone wasn’t repelled by him, he awkwardly sat next to the man and cautiously accepted the flask. Today was one of the worst days in his life, if it meant that he will share a drink with a man that might be unclean and homeless, but treats him like a human being, then it was what he was going to do. But once again as soon as he swallowed the drink he felt it was coming back in his throat and he barfed. The man laughed. “You don’t drink often, do you?” and tried to hold Werner’s shoulders to somehow comfort him. When Werner turned around to smile and thank the man for his humane behaviour towards him, seeing the man so close to him made him somehow overwhelmed and suddenly everything went red for him.

“Holy shit, man! What the actual fuck!” Was what he heard from somewhere in the distance and then came pain as he felt his body slammed at the wall. Werner was confused and angry, but the cramps were gone.

A different man stood over him, his red hair falling into his clearly furious face. “At least lick the fucking wound!”

Werner didn’t understand anything.“What?”

The ragged man pointed to the side when the homeless man was lying, blood pouring over his neck. “Lick it, moron, what the hell are you waiting for?!”

Werner started to shake his head putting his hands up, clearly confused at what happened and wanting to leave. But the savage man grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him above the unconscious man. “Do it!” and Werner reluctantly did.

He thought it would be disgusting, but it was quite the other way around, the drops of the blood on his neck tasted like the tears of heaven.

Werner shook the unconscious man, horrified with what he might have done to him… “Is he gonna be alright?”

The red-haired man gave the homeless man one disinterested look. “He’ll make it... probably. But that is only because I intervened, you were gonna drink him dry…”

“Now explain yourself. This is my domain, what the hell do you think you are doing here?!”

Werner was shaking and told the man everything about how he was not feeling himself since the night before and how he can’t imagine that he could do this.

The man in the denim jacket listened to everything quite impatiently. “You serious? You really have no idea what this all is?! Damn, that explains a lot. Fuck, why does this have to happen in my domain, dammit.”

Werner begged him to take him to the hospital to which the man just shook his head. “I am afraid the hospital is not what you need, dude. By how fucked up you look, you have to be one of the Lazarus’ flock. You will have to come with me.”

He gestured to Werner to follow him, but Werner reluctantly glanced at the man on the ground before following him. “I... Need to call my wife.”

Severin stopped. “Sorry to break it up to you, pal, but you are not going to call anyone.”

Werner started to back away, ready to bolt out of here, this man was clearly unstable and dangerous. He wanted to call ambulance or police and most of all he wanted to call Leslie and hear her voice telling him that everything is gonna be alright again. “I can’t just…I need to tell her…”

But before he even finished that sentence, the man grasped him by the wrist with a huge clawed hand “I told you, you are coming with me. Voluntarily or not.”

His yellow eyes glared with rage and he crushed Werner’s wrist more. ''Do you understand now?!” The fear of this monstrous man made him give up and just nod in defeat.

Severin took him down to the docks where he knew the other Nosferatu frequented. The whole way Werner thought about what the hell he got himself into, wishing he could turn back time.

Werner © me/doloresdraws

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I would really love to have a more simple, more stylized style to be able to create more complex scenes and character anatomy without spending ages on rendering when I just want to do something less serious or to capture a moment, so I am trying to find the right way to sketch, trying various styles, but still I feel like it is so hard XD

Anyway, since I started this blog anew, it is a good time to start slowly introducing my characters.

These two Nossies are my two most favorite characters. Werner is a gentle, sad boy with a lot of guilt and Mateusz is an angsty, numb bad boy who doesn’t like to talk about them, feelings XD

Werner resides in San Francisco and had a wife before the Embrace while Mateusz is currently on the run (because he committed Diablerie on Portland’s Prince and then killed his Sire).

They have never met in my stories.

I have a lot of written about their background, so if you are interested keep your eyes open for future posts or follow me ❤

I also included their picture as mortals that I did last year. Hope you are all ready for all my incoming WOD character spam ^_^

Mateusz, Werner © me/doloresdraws

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‘When I look back on my life It's so hard to face you I never wanted to fight this fight I'm ashamed of the truth No, I don't want to hurt you, baby I don't want to hurt you, baby I didn't mean to hurt you, baby

God, I'm sorry’

When I look back on my life I never wanted this fight (I don't want to hurt you baby) If I could turn back time (I don't want to hurt you baby) I would make it alright (I don't want to hurt you baby)

I love you, I love you sunshine’

Unbelievable, but I painted something new and even managed to finish it in two sittings.

Finally a proper painting of my Sabbat Nosferatu character Fox for our upcoming Sabbat game set in San Francisco. Since his story didn’t start yet I can only share something about his background.

Fox came to San Francisco from a small town in Ohio to escape a brewing unhappiness and resentment towards his mother and responsibility of caring for his two younger sisters that in his eyes slowed him down. He was tired of having to act like an adult in his family and also having to endure the looks and gossips of his classmates, because everyone knew what his mother did for a living to be able to take care of her three kids.

He had these naive dreams that living in California will bring him more and better opportunities to make good money and to live the life he often saw on tv growing up. He really wanted to become something, to prove his mother that you can get money with honest, not self-degrading work. He really hoped that he will be able to earn enough money to ensure that his sisters will never end up in the same line of work as his mother.  Of course the reality was not quite how he imagined, he struggled to find work at first, having to even spend a few nights sleeping in the park, but with his determination and eagerness to do just almost any work he was able to find various construction work and other small odd jobs to sustain his basic human needs. A lot of his colleagues were of Mexican and Venezuelan origin and through daily socializing with them he actually picked up some Spanish. He was still looking for a better, stable job but even though he often had little money to go on, he was adamant to stay clear of any criminal work. After about 6 months he was able to secure a job as the sewage treatment plant worker, it wasn’t as glorious work as he dreamed of and the surroundings were often very unpleasant, but he hid his pride and put his best efforts to do his job well. He quickly became very good at it and was even promoted, with the extra money he was able to rent a small apartment.Although far from how he imagined it, his life for the next few years was quite good, he managed to find himself a girlfriend and was planning to get marry to her, the biggest problem was that Gloria was in the US illegally, so he had to figure out how to make it happen.

Unfortunately everything changed when Fox got into an accident during his work when a gas pipe exploded and a fire had started. He was one of the few people injured, but unfortunately for Fox, he was the one who got the most severe burns that covered about 40% of his body, unfortunately also his lower half of the face, neck and hands. After this accident his life spiraled quickly, his company had friends in higher places, so instead of paying for health bills of their workers, they actually scapegoated Fox and sued him and his group of workers for the accident. He had no money for a fancy lawyer, so he lost the case, together with his medical bills his debts started piling up. His personality changed, he was angry or didn't speak at all for days. Gloria tried to help him and tried to be by his side, but he hated the fact that he could see the pity on her face whenever she looked at him. So he really started being mean to her so she would leave him alone, right now he didn't want anyone around. One day it got out of hand and he pushed her out of the door and told her never to come back, that she should get back to her Taco country or something offensive like that. He also managed to shout some Spanish insults at her, his words really hurt her as she ran away with tears.After a few days he felt really bad for breaking the things between him and Gloria in such a horrible way. He knew deep down that he needed her and wanted her by his side, even if it hurt to see how she looked at him, he knew that she was worth it. She actually never showed him where she lived before, so obviously the only places to look for her were the areas where she used to work. He hated to go outside and interact with people as they would always look at him the same, with pity and disgust, but he wanted to try to make up with Gloria. Yet when he asked in the bar the manager said that Gloria didn’t come to work in a last few days. He then went to ask around in the market she used to help and one of the women there told him that two days ago there was a police investigation and that they took a lot of people without proper papers away and that Gloria was among them.

Once again Fox felt absolutely helpless, she was probably detained and ends up deported back to Mexico and there is nothing he can do about it. He had no money, he didn’t even know where exactly she was. That night he bought a few bottles of tequila, drank as much as he could before he felt sick and threw up, which fucking hurt as all of his scars weren't fully healed yet. He hated himself, it was his fault she ended up on the street and now she is gonna end up back in Mexico with her last memories of him will be him yelling all this horrible shit to her face. He was ashamed of himself.

After this his life got even worse, now he had no emotional support, no friends, no job, painful scars that made him look like a monster. He usually spent his days staring at the ceiling, he couldn't really drink much as it was just too nasty, so he just existed for a while. His debts forced him to find work, but he couldn't do physical jobs he was used to anymore, he managed to find some odd jobs, probably because people felt bad for him which he resented. He even worked in 7/11 store, but all of his jobs were just temporary, he couldn’t keep any of them for more than for a week. It was not that his employers were unhappy with him, but Fox couldn’t just stand all the stares and pity looks he got from his employers, coworkers and customers. It didn't take long and he couldn’t keep up with the rent and when he lost the apartment, he became homeless. He could of course get back to his mother, but he actually didn't even notify neither him or his sister about his accident, he didn't want to be a burden and also he had too much pride to ever getting back to that shitty small town. All he wanted was to hide from people, to be spared of their pitiful glances and their talk about how strong he was. He wasn’t strong, he was a shitty, pathetic person who abandoned his family, resented his own mother, he failed his sisters and he treated the person that he loved as a Punchbag for his spite and insecurities, and now she will probably end up in some kind of human trafficking ring, because of him.

I will talk about his Embrace in more detail in some future post, but basically he was a shovelhead who somehow managed to get a chance to prove himself to the Sabbat. Although he loves his pack( some more than others) he still isn’t quite convinced by the Sabbat’s ideology, his biggest difficulty being the ever-present unnecessary violence, he still tries to cling to the last bits of humanity inside of him and that often leads to dissatisfaction from the Bishop and thus reflecting badly on his pack. He is torn between trying to fit in and wanting to measure up to his fellow Cainites and to do what feels right in his heart…

I am honestly very excited to finally play a Nosferatu. ❤

Fox © me/doloresdraws lyrics  ©  Hurt by Meg Myers

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‘Sometimes I hate every single stupid word you say Sometimes I wanna slap you in your whole face There's no one quite like you, you push all my buttons down I know life would suck without you

At the same time, I wanna hug you I wanna wrap my hands around your neck You're an asshole but I love you And you make me so mad, I ask myself Why I'm still here, or where could I go You're the only love I've ever known But I hate you, I really hate you So much I think it must be True love’

I can't believe it, but I finished one of my old WIPs from 2019. I am not 100% satisfied with how it turned out, but considering it was a very old piece, I did what I could to try and fix it to the point I was somehow happy.

The hornyiest Kindred in San Francisco. Well, Maddy is and Chester is maybe a dumb asshole, but even he is not that daft to say no when someone proposition him in that way :D

Chester is a prone to violence jerk who likes to get wasted even as a Kindred, he is not the brightest tool in the shed and one might say he has no redeeming qualities. According to Maddy, though, he apparently fucks well. XD

Madeline is on the other hand a well-educated, smart woman who has no problems adapting quickly to various social situations and at the same time not being afraid to stand up for herself. Before her Embrace she worked at her father's corporation and was tired of everyone treating her as a pretty face and thinking she only got the job because the CEO was her dad when she worked her ass off to be good at her job. She was also desperately trying to find something exciting in her life as working in a office 9-5 job among people who were only talking about their families or work was not her idea of a fulfilling life. She missed her younger years when she used to give her parents a lot of troubles when she sneaked up late in the night to party hard, snort a bit a coke and have fun with dudes older than her... I guess that is why Chester does it for her, he might be a lot uglier than what she was used to, but he's not treating her like she was made of China porcelain, also she is honestly laughing at his stupid, often offensive jokes...

Their relationship first started as just a way for her to forget for a moment about the shit she got herself into by doing something she enjoyed. But after a while she started to feel like she actually cares for him and unlike most of my other characters she expressed it to him, and Chester being a coward that he is bolted out on her immediately with his pants barely on as they were in the middle of the thing :D :D

It took him a few days to face her again and she was ready for him mocking her about her feelings, because she thought he didn't feel the same... To her surprise, after getting unreasonably angry at her not being able to shut up and let him speak, he apologized for leaving like that and actually admitted having feelings for her too, mentioning that he was never a good man and to consider if that was what she really wanted.

She made it clear to him that she wasn't a good girl either and pulled him in for a kiss ''I love you dumb, ugly asshole and I just thought you should know'' They made up and were officially together since that night making the only official nossie couple in the SF sewers XD

Some of the Nossies rolled eyes at them being all over each other all the time XD Mirabelle couldn't understand why such a smart girl would waste her time with that drunk idiot. But honestly Mirabelle didn’t think much of any man beside Lazarus (her Sire/the Primogen).

Theodor (Chester’s & Maddy’S Sire) was making creepy, inappropriate jokes and Maddy sincerely hoped he was not secretly watching them make out Spoiler: he sometimes was.

It was fun while it lasted. But after a few months Chester realized that she was out of his league, his man-pride/ego could not handle the fact that she was clearly better educated, smarter and more capable than him in many things.. It didn't matter to her at all, but for him it was too much to handle.

The other reason that led him to break up with her was that she tried to push him into trying to help his daughter Jamie, who was his/his Sire's ghoul living in the sewers with the Nosferatu for the majority of her life. He hated that this discussion always made him feel guilty, he was aware of how shitty father he was and he didn’t need her to remind him that.

He didn't want Maddy to find out that he was a coward who was afraid of Theodor and what he would do to him, Maddy or Jamie if Chester tried to free Jamie. She was a ghoul for a very long time, so even if he did help her and did not give her Vitae, her age would soon catch up with her... She wouldn’t know how to function in the world outside. There was nothing he could do for her, or at least he made a lot of excuses for himself to not even try.

So yeah, Chester chose to dump Maddy for both, his selfish reasons and also to keep her away from putting herself in danger while trying to make a better person out of him. 

Their break up was quite messy, he said some nasty things to her to make his point clear and she said some stuff that she didn't really mean, because she couldn't believe he was really dumping her. She didn't know his real reasons,only the shitty ones he made up which hurt her deeply. They called each other names a lot during their relationship, but it was more in a teasing, joking kind of way, she couldn’t believe he would seriously thinking about her like that.

Maddy was not a person who would cry after a break up, she was more angry at him than sad. But after their break up Maddy often found herself thinking about just asking him for sex, because it's not that she could just quickly find someone who would be willing to do her and not that there was many options anyway XD (Theodor doesn't counts, he is just BIG NO) but then she always remembered that she had pride and so she never followed up with her desire to.

Now they barely talk. They basically only talk to each other when it is about something concerning a 'work task' or something general around the presence of others of their clan. Despite pretending things between them are over, they feel something for each other, which sometimes makes it hard for them to be around each other, which leads both of them often making snappy remarks at each other to cover the fact seeing each other makes them uncomfortable. They are both quite good at acting indifferent, so they both think the other one doesn’t think about the other anymore XD

Maddy, Chester © me/doloresdraws lyrics © True Love by Pink & Lily Allen

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Day 03 – Where the undead gather

The air was cold and damp, but Lazarus was practically living here in the sewer tunnels for such a long time, that he considered the whole warrens his home. All of its nasty stench, leaking pipes and crumbling brick construction reminded him of himself. There was a time when he would feel sad and bitter about such comparisons, but these nights were long gone.

There was no point in drowning in self-pity where there was nothing he could do to change what happened. And deep inside he felt like it was what he deserved, anyway.

He spent so much time of his mortal life hiding from his own truths, fearing judgment and damnation, only to be actually damned in the end.

 It took witnessing the destruction of the man he loved for him to realize that he could do better than being destructive and wallowing in self-loathing, Augustus took his mistakes upon himself and met Final death to spare him. The least he could do to honor him was to try to make the world a better place, if not for himself then at least for others who shared this curse with him.

And they were all already gathered, waiting for him, his small family. He felt responsible for every each of them, even if only a few of them were actually his own Progeny.

It made him sad that his Childer, Mirabelle and Boneface, did not always see eye to eye, but as long as it wasn’t distracting or life-threatening, he would not come between them, he believed in them and their ability to handle their differences in a civilized way. He mainly worried for Boneface’s Childe. Blackrat needed more guidance and supervision, she was a good kid, but had self-control issues and a big sense of the need for justice, which of course was not a good combination.

Then there was Werner who was clearly going through something, but Lazarus didn’t feel comfortable enough to pry it out of him, Werner knew he could always talk to him, but he never did...

Chester and Maddy have been lately all over each other, either making out or  at each other’s throat yelling insults at each other, but honestly Lazarus didn’t care about what they were doing as long as they were careful and didn’t get themselves into trouble.

Viktor, one of the newest members of their clan and who most likely shared the same Sire with Lazarus seemed like a resourceful man whose attitude might be the biggest problem, especially in relations with other clans.He had so much to learn about his place in the society and Lazarus knew he will not gonna like it… Theodor was around for long enough and was very well capable of handling his own affairs.

And then there was Stanley, who got here some time ago from their brethren in Portland. Lazarus felt a lot of sympathy towards Stanley and tonight’s meeting was actually to address something that Stanley had found in the sewers.

„I am grateful that everyone made it here. I am not gonna keep you here for long, I am well aware all of you have your own agendas, but there is something that I need to talk about that concerns everyone present.“

Lazarus wiped some of the pus from his nose as he looked at all of his „children“ whom stopped their conversations to listen to their Primogen. „Some of you may have heard that there is a dead body of a woman in the upper section of the sewers, near the Bayview.“

Lazarus noticed that Stanley’s eyes widened with fear as he mentioned it.

“I have investigated it myself and from what it looks like she was strangled. From what I could tell it doesn’t look like her death was a Kindred’s doing. Which means some person or people used the sewers as a comfortable body disposal place. The place was further away than any of the maintenance workers would ever go. It is not a place you would find by accident, so these people had to either be familiar with the tunnel maps or the luckiest murderers to find such a perfect place to dump a body. I am not saying that any of you got careless and left the doors unlocked, but I do hope that you are all very mindful of your surroundings and do not bring people here…

I do hope that this was a one time incident and that we won’t have to seal that part of the tunnels in the future. So please, be careful and always use your abilities of concealment to your advantage.“

He wiped his face again, his eyes were filling with pus, making it impossible for him to see. „That was all that I wanted to say, so unless anyone has anything to discuss with me, you can all go. Thank you for your attention.“ Lazarus nodded at his flock of Kindred who quickly dispersed, some disappearing out of sight in the nearest shadow.

Stanley was amongst the last ones to depart and when he turned his back to him, Lazarus gently put his slimy hand on his shoulder. Stanley flinched in fear from the unexpected touch and turned around  fearing that he was going to be blamed for something.

„I will ask someone to move the body somewhere deeper in the sewers, so you wouldn’t have to avoid that place.“ Lazarus knew how uncomfortable Stanley felt having found that body, he clearly wasn’t used to seeing dead people.

Stanley nervously clutched his hands together. „Bbbut what about her family? If we put her somewhere deep, nobody will ever find her…“ His round, yellow eyes widened and for a moment a memory of her yellowish, bloated body flashed behind his eyes.

„She had no ID on her, I don’t think that we could ever find out her identity anyway. Maybe it is better like this. I think it is better for her to not be found, it spares her loved ones having to see her like this. Would you rather be found, decayed and rotten corpse, causing the people you love pain or to let them have hope that you are still somewhere?“

Stanley had thought about his words for a while. „And the people who did it to her? They will never face justice for what they did…“ He knew he the answer to this, but he couldn’t stop himself from saying it out loud.

„Unfortunately, a lot of sins are left unpunished. That is how the world works and I think you know that, too well, my Childe.“

Stanley nodded, ready to walk away, but Lazarus took his hand in his, squeezing it for longer than he probably should have. He usually tried to refrain from touching others, because his hands were sticky, but he wanted to comfort him, seeing how disappointed his words made him.

There was so much fear and tension in this small creature, he wished he would know what to say to help him find peace, but all he could say was: I am sorry, before letting go of his hand and disappearing into the shadows.