Viktor's Blorbo Sanctuary

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Former dead himbo rose from the grave under mysterious circumstances with nothing but a taste for brains. When he found that eating brains gave him intelligence, he vowed to become the smartest man in the world and take over the universe. Luckily, intelligence doesn’t equal wisdom, and he was caught very quickly. As long as he’s kept well fed he’s mostly docile, if a little bit of a bitch <3

If he isn’t kept well fed, well, that’s what the shackles are for!

Relationship chart under the cut <3

Fyodor and… Fyodor. What’s a friendly chat between past and future selves?

Necrot and its siblings were used as a test subjects until the scientists “disappeared” (read: were murdered by some very angry lusus). It started managing the lab so they could all live safely. It does enjoy doing the occasional experiment on itself still, though

This little bastard has been living rent free in my head

Bonus: Employee Shep (Before and after White nights dark days)

(Rad pose by Cainosis on insta!)

Well meaning, but not the brightest tool in the shed, Gabriel was told that the Sabbat were the good guys, and still a little woozy from just being murdered and blood bonded, didn’t see fit to question it. One dead sire and a city job babysitting a mysterious sabbat artefact later, they’re realising that mayyyyybe they were wrong. If they don’t think about it too hard it’ll be totally fine. Absolutely.

Gabriel is an aspiring fleshcrafter, having learnt the art from their sire. They once heard their clan referred to as dragons, and took it all too seriously. They had to reverse some of the more elaborate transformations their sire gave them once they started interacting with humans semi-regularly. They’ll even occasionally hide their horns and put in contacts so they aren’t a walking masquerade breach, but without fail they’ll always be covered in tiny, shimmering scales.

Until they learn how to do their freaky fleshcrafting shenanigans on others, they run an Etsy selling regular statues. For now.

Portrait of their silly yet mildly uncomfortable face under the cut, mostly so they don’t stare at me while im trying to look through my blog

Draine, Indigo Knight of Rage, The Empress’ bodyguard and ward of the empire. The only one having a good time and the only one over 5’3

Abel, Seer of Rage. My first fankid, has all the problems ever. Chronic moron. He isn’t helping in the carrying because he’s god tier and would shatter Draine’s bones if he tried. Has a 26 hour playlist

Ilvatu, Lime Heir of Rage, fighting dog, justifiably mad at the world, bite risk, and special little guy. He is the only one actually doing any lifting here

Leitzanel, Mage of Rage, Fallen angel (dont ask), works at subway (Bigger don’t ask), stretched its jester’s privilege a little too far and paid for it

Very cute pose by cainosis on instagram :3

Raphael the Tzimisce, collector of magical artefacts and kindred historian

He is desperate to learn vicissitude, but he can’t figure out Dominate for the life of him. He almost got it once, and ended up taking out his eye (he managed to keep a hold of it, kinda) and pushing up the side of his face. He thinks it looks rad, at least.