@spell-fox / spell-fox.tumblr.com
here be vampires, furries, and furry vampires
This blog is mainly my Vampire the Masquerade/World of Darkness and art, much of which is VtM. I have other hobbies but there is little evidence of it here fjdjdj
My commissions: open
I run a VtM Dark Ages (DAV20) game “Darkening Spires” set in Oxford 1422 (we started in 1348).
My VtM player characters
Eli
All of my current VtM group are newcomers, so we are slowely discovering WoD setting together both in and out of the game. Please enojy this shittly put together posts of us learning about our favourite piece of lore
And going through all stages of grief about it
Iam bringing it back as i forced our storyteller to make the worm actually canon in our game.
I joked Zorya seen an ominous worm in her preminitions, and now her house Carna sire is absolutely freaking out about it. Iam waiting to deal with consequences of my jester actions.
New lineup featuring New Orleans chronicle gangrels which will be finished some day 😤 Everyone aside from Dakota are NPCs. Jack (4th from the left) is a collaborative character of Storyteller and @maria-ruta
sketching up Orion is killing me
this isn't even his final form
Reference and some recent session outfits from Xochi de Mondellis, disaster Nagaraja fledgling 💀🏳️⚧️
the thing abt vampire sex is that it's never as good as drinking blood. plenty vampires don't even bother because they could just have a bite instead. in this aspect vampires fucking without sucking (blood) is an exercise in restraint. sorry i think i was going somewhere with this but i imagined vampire kink dynamics involving muzzles and got hard
*･゜Linden Fall ゜･*
12th gen Tzimisce, they-them, she-her
Disciplines: Vicissitude, Auspex, Animalism
Deep into the twilight hours, the lights are on inside a Georgian regency terrace. A house, just like others on this street, four floors of white painted façade standing steady against harsh sea air.
Inside two figures stand at a table. The younger, tangle of multicoloured hair pulled back from their face, frowns in concentration as they shape their canvas; flesh they do not know the origin of nor even consider questioning. Human though, definitely. Harsh light glistens on wet muscle that twists from their ministrations. All the while the second watches. His posture is one of apparent disinterest, but they know better. This will be perfect. It must be. Raw sinew twisted to new, better, shapes, drawing out art from the mundane.
It ends as it usually does, Damyan says simply “that is enough for tonight”, they feel the usual sense of loss leaving the studio. Then it’s out onto the city streets, winding a way to where the wild things play, to the seafront where the sound of a guitar comes over the crashing waves. A little band of misfits is all here, and they are home.
Art by @crownedinmarigolds!
Embraced too soon and by the wrong sire, Linden has gone from an isolated ghoul existence to running wild with a pack of Anarch fledgelings in a new city, 1980s Brighton (UK).
Between practicing vicissitude with Damyan, running errands for the powers-that-be, there’s just enough to drink in the night life with fellow packmates and the nerdy Tremere wannabe-Baali they’ve taken a liking to, Abaddon. They have… actual friends now(!), ones that aren’t weirded out by their special interests taxidermy, arthropods, isopods and, of course, body mods.
Vicissitude is a love language for them, helping others on their own metamorphic journey <3 Whether its giving their boyfriend claws, trading tattoos with a punk Brujah in return for him disposing of accidental kills, or settling in for a long night of mutual vicissituding with their mentor Damyan.
(art by @urbanknightart!
Their scorpion Duchess was a gift from Damyan for a rather violent and abrupt entrance into kindred existence. Some day she’ll grow big and strong…
(2nd pic by @lordirony!)
*･゜Linden Fall ゜･*
12th gen Tzimisce, they-them, she-her
Disciplines: Vicissitude, Auspex, Animalism
Deep into the twilight hours, the lights are on inside a Georgian regency terrace. A house, just like others on this street, four floors of white painted façade standing steady against harsh sea air.
Inside two figures stand at a table. The younger, tangle of multicoloured hair pulled back from their face, frowns in concentration as they shape their canvas; flesh they do not know the origin of nor even consider questioning. Human though, definitely. Harsh light glistens on wet muscle that twists from their ministrations. All the while the second watches. His posture is one of apparent disinterest, but they know better. This will be perfect. It must be. Raw sinew twisted to new, better, shapes, drawing out art from the mundane.
It ends as it usually does, Damyan says simply “that is enough for tonight”, they feel the usual sense of loss leaving the studio. Then it’s out onto the city streets, winding a way to where the wild things play, to the seafront where the sound of a guitar comes over the crashing waves. A little band of misfits is all here, and they are home.
Art by @crownedinmarigolds!
Embraced too soon and by the wrong sire, Linden has gone from an isolated ghoul existence to running wild with a pack of Anarch fledgelings in a new city, 1980s Brighton (UK).
Between practicing vicissitude with Damyan, running errands for the powers-that-be, there’s just enough to drink in the night life with fellow packmates and the nerdy Tremere wannabe-Baali they’ve taken a liking to, Abaddon. They have… actual friends now(!), ones that aren’t weirded out by their special interests taxidermy, arthropods, isopods and, of course, body mods.
Vicissitude is a love language for them, helping others on their own metamorphic journey <3 Whether its giving their boyfriend claws, trading tattoos with a punk Brujah in return for him disposing of accidental kills, or settling in for a long night of mutual vicissituding with their mentor Damyan.
(art by @urbanknightart!
Their scorpion Duchess was a gift from Damyan for a rather violent and abrupt entrance into kindred existence. Some day she’ll grow big and strong…
(2nd pic by @lordirony!)
I managed to get a tumblr post lost in the ether likes it's 2019 so apologies if it posts a million times
*･゜Linden Fall ゜･*
12th gen Tzimisce, they-them, she-her
Disciplines: Vicissitude, Auspex, Animalism
Deep into the twilight hours, the lights are on inside a Georgian regency terrace. A house, just like others on this street, four floors of white painted façade standing steady against harsh sea air.
Inside two figures stand at a table. The younger, tangle of multicoloured hair pulled back from their face, frowns in concentration as they shape their canvas; flesh they do not know the origin of nor even consider questioning. Human though, definitely. Harsh light glistens on wet muscle that twists from their ministrations. All the while the second watches. His posture is one of apparent disinterest, but they know better. This will be perfect. It must be. Raw sinew twisted to new, better, shapes, drawing out art from the mundane.
It ends as it usually does, Damyan says simply “that is enough for tonight”, they feel the usual sense of loss leaving the studio. Then it’s out onto the city streets, winding a way to where the wild things play, to the seafront where the sound of a guitar comes over the crashing waves. A little band of misfits is all here, and they are home.
Art by @crownedinmarigolds!
Embraced too soon and by the wrong sire, Linden has gone from an isolated ghoul existence to running wild with a pack of Anarch fledgelings in a new city, 1980s Brighton (UK).
Between practicing vicissitude with Damyan, running errands for the powers-that-be, there’s just enough to drink in the night life with fellow packmates and the nerdy Tremere wannabe-Baali they’ve taken a liking to, Abaddon. They have… actual friends now(!), ones that aren’t weirded out by their special interests taxidermy, arthropods, isopods and, of course, body mods.
Vicissitude is a love language for them, helping others on their own metamorphic journey <3 Whether its giving their boyfriend claws, trading tattoos with a punk Brujah in return for him disposing of accidental kills, or settling in for a long night of mutual vicissituding with their mentor Damyan.
(art by @urbanknightart!
Their scorpion Duchess was a gift from Damyan for a rather violent and abrupt entrance into kindred existence. Some day she’ll grow big and strong…
(2nd pic by @lordirony!)
As expected, me "just writing a short introductory paragraph" for my pcs has grown with each one into 500 words (and counting)
Brevity is no bedfellow of mine
of course you have vicissitude and pronouns
as above (insane in the head) so below (insane in the pussy)
enough of ppl asking, if beak how kiss? you cowards lack imagination. easy:
slay her save her say horrible things to her stay with her soothe her set her on fire
