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As someone who is a real life daycare attendant, I understand the struggle Sun and Moon do everyday. They must have strength limitations in their arms. The advised way to put down toddlers for nap is patting their backs on repeat. I just see Moon now in the cross-legged sitting pose, toddler cot on each side, with him straight arm synchronize patting 2 kids at once.
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That moment you wake up to see a x is "insert word" ist. Fine, I just read x's work and didn't see that ist. Let's see what this person is saying. ...They just explain the problem with people being ist and have no founded proof that exists in the content i read that proves their point. This is why the ist words are becoming white noise on the internet. They are thrown around even when they are not necessary. When they are not relevant to whom some is saying are the ist.
Friendly reminder that if you see someone called out as an ist to do your own look through of their work. There might be a chance the one calling ist is just an equivalent to a child shouting curse words over and over. It being pointless shouting with no real meaning you ignore until they do something positive instead.
Once again, I have fallen behind on my vamptober. I just get stumped by the prompts sometimes. Atleast I finally got an idea for Blood Hunter.
At my first session of Indy by Night, everyone was adjusting to being a fledgling well enough. Except for the Hecata fledgling. Dr. Craven Blood is convinced he needs to call the CDC on this infectious disease. It took so much to convince him not to. We ended our session at a conference call with the Prince, but right before that Dr. Blood slipped away to try and call the CDC one final time. He thought about it for so long. Weighing the options and warnings the others had given him. At the last moment, he chose to call his wife instead. He told her he loved her and give his love to their sick daughter. He gave her a fake story he is quarantine for 2 weeks.
Now, can they solve the mission of investigating Sabbat sabotage at GenCon Indy? I can only hope so.
Part of one of my player’s backstory is he was staked and in hunter custody for a little while. We established his sire eventually found where he was being held and rescued him. But, we never explored how.Â
Day 11: Faith That Hurts
 Warm yet searing pain streaked through Jamal's body. With a roll, he ducked behind a corner. He couldn’t give up now. Eight years. For eight years Zero had been missing. He finally found where the hunters had taken him. He darted down the hall as a hellfire of bullets sprayed down his way.Â
It took so long to find him. Finally, Jamal found Zero. He was staked and in torpor; but still alive. It was time. Jamal clicked the button on his wrist. The resounding explosion that shook the facility marked his que. The power failed. Jamal grabbed his lost childe. He ran. The coterie had managed to map out the facility. He just had to keep going.
The white hot of the pain from before bathed the coterie. Jamal had made it out with Zero; but not without drawing attention. They scattered into the night. They knew where to meet up later. But now...it was better to separate. If the hunters wanted them, they would have to pick a target or spread thin to get them all. All they could do now was try to survive and hope the hunters didn’t follow them home.
A shorter one to catch back up. I honestly couldn’t think of an idea for this one. So, I went for a conversation I had with my husband when he made his gangrel. He wanted to shape change into a giant bug so bad. So, I decided why not do a bit on Jack, his sire, going through a similar conversation with his PC.
Day 10: Inner Monster
Hennessy Jack looked over the scruffy nerd that was his new childe. Being a gangrel brought an extra level of getting used to. Tonight’s discussion was based in the ability to change their forms. A discussion Jack felt would go normally. He would describe it as letting out your inner monster. A creature found in nature with supreme abilities due to their vampiric state.
“So, I can be a bug?” Josh asked.
Hennessey stopped dead in his tracks as he turned to him, “ A what?”
“A bug. Like a giant praying mantis of something!” the fledgling said with more enthusiasm.
“Not at first...why is your first thought a bug?!” Jack questioned, throwing his arms up in confusion.
“I like bugs. I got a ghost mantis at home named Swayze. Get it. Cause ghost mantis sway to act like a leaf in the breeze,” Josh continued.
With a sigh, Jack shook his head and waved for his childe to follow him. Jack expected coyotes, maybe a wolf, but not a giant bug. This was going to be a very interesting relationship.Â
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Day 9: Newly Found Power
Before the days of the current praxis in Indy, there was the Ministry. They held this city as their domain. But, the first faction to try and settle with them was not the Ivory Tower. No, it had been the Anarchs. Those were the days for Hennessey Jack. Back when the Indianapolis faction had three notable leaders. It was in this hay day that Jack was embraced. He began his unlife watching the powers of Baron Mortimer “Wrought Iron” Clancy, Baron Silas O’Hanegan, and Baron Felix Peterson run their little slice of the capital well.
Then she came. He remembered 2010 well. The upstart from the Gary Camarilla trying to set up praxis. Bringing a whole slew of kindred to rally the few Cams in Indy to their side. He remembered the Anarchs ready to push them out. Then Baron Felix disappeared without a trace. He wasn’t the only one. The closer it came to war, the more Anarchs disappeared. That red-haired bitch claimed she knew nothing of it; but none of her tower ever went M.I.A. When the battle finally came, the Anarchs were soundly defeated. In the years after, the honeyed words of peace and a truce lulled the factions from baring their fangs. The final straw was Baron Wrought Iron become Sheriff Wrought Iron. Then came his invitation to be a hound. It sickened him. He would play along though. He would expose the truth of what happened to Baron Felix. Then they will chase these Camarilla licks out of town.
WHoo! Got sick here on day 9, but determined to catch up on Vamptober!
My player that is clan Hecata told me he would miss the first session because he is quarantined. So, I had to make up an in-game excuse why his character and sire was absent. Which became my inspiration for this prompt.
Day 8: This Clan of Mine
Day 6-9 will be rapid fire and late because I was busy to do them on their appropriate days.
For hideout I decided to write about the first haven designed for my setting. My brother, and our coterie's friendly Nosferatu, had alot of fun making up this place for his character. Combining it with some Indianapolis lore I picked up last time I was in the capital made it seem extra fun to write about.
Day 7: Hideout
Downtown Indianapolis is filled with historical buildings. Some more grand than others. One of these historical buildings being known nowadays as The Slippery Noodle, a jazz bar that is persumed to be haunted. Yes, this building has been a brothel and a place that John Dillinger used as his hideout. It also has access to the old tunnels that run under the city. These tunnels are rumored to be part of the underground railroad and haunted by various souls in The Slippery Noodle's long history.
Of course, these tunnels were long since blocked off at any point to actually access these old railroad networks. Well, for the kine they might be. But, the kindred of the city might know where to look. Deep down one of these passage ways leads to an old sewer point. Long since dried up from not being part of the active lines, but home to one particular Nosferatu. Borga, or The Butcher as some called him, called this spot home. It was dark and foul smelling, but it was home. Comfortably furnished and even had a punching bag to keep his skills sharp. The only thing truly off about this place was one little thing. A rub grazed against Borga's leg. He almost heard the rumble of a purr as he looked down to see nothing.
"Jimmy, have you gone and scared all the rats again?" He called out like a frustrated owner to their pet.
The phantom paw prints in the stone was his only response. "Jimmy" was the name Borga had taken to calling the entity in his haven. Indianapolis had a lengthy history of ghost sightings, but Jimmy was different. Jimmy was a ghost cat. A ghost cat that has taken a particular shine to his housemate Nosferatu and scared the life out of any rats that dared lurk the tunnels he claimed as his domain. Made it real annoying when Borga's sire sent her rat ghoul to deliver a message. He lost count how many times he had to rescue Mrs. Sparkles the rat from Jimmy the ghost cat.
DAY 6 - 9 will be rapid fire because I have been busy with other things to do them on appropriate days.
For Undead Love, I have only one romantic love pairing in my setting right now. Instead of talking about them again or manufacturing a new one. I decided to explore the concept of other variations of love. Like the familial love. What happens when siblings are going through unlike together?
Day 6: Undead Love
Lilith looked on from her prince's side. She also rolled her eyes at how put out her brother seemed to be by her recent decree. The Sabbat had been suspected in sabotaging the gaming convention that came to Indianapolis every year. Naturally, the Coterie of the Iron Rose were called in to deal with it. Shockingly, the coterie tasked with rooting out all Sabbat influences that entered the capital were given unique orders by Prince Johanna. The prince wanted them to take childer from the populace at the convention. A "B Team" or shock troops to throw off the Sabbat from the main coterie's movements. A very bold and rash move.
Caleb, Lilith's elder brother, practically chomped at the figurative bit to sire a child. But, seemed absolutely crestfallen when his wife and prince selected only certain members of his coterie the permission to sire childer. Lilith felt her heart wrench for her brother. It might have been so very long ago, but fate had denied him a chance to father a biological child with his wife. With her subsequent embrace into clan Ventrue solidifying the death of their family bloodline, he seemed to only grow more fervent in the years to sire a childe. But, tonight his dream would not come true. Tonight, Lilith would have to once again pick up the pieces that were her elder brother. She would make sure he could stand tall as the elegant rose he was. Maybe one day the perfect person would come along to be embraced into their family; but would any kindred embraced that way want to happily sit back and be treated as a child all their unlife?
I see alot of these critics or critical takes of Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel while I am scrolling. No shade. You do you everybody. But, I am confused by a very common trend I see in their posts. They always critic the storytelling. Like character development, the lack of a well developed and paced plot, and they way the characters always end up on top by the end. Which, is fair. But, folks be acting like that makes the shows bad.
Honey, Helluva is an episodic comedy. Its more akin to original Scooby-Doo in storytelling than a politically charged space opera like Gundam Wing. I like both of those equally for the brand of entertainment they provide. I guess my point is, why is everyone making it seem like a bad thing it's written in they way it is? Its just a particular brand of story. Why you all trying to put the peg in the hole it doesn't fit in and seeming to be upset by it?
Just enjoy it for what it is. Some characters in a strange setting and wacky hijinks happen. It doesn't need to be more than that to be a good show. But, to each their own. I just don't get the criticism myself.
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So, when I had to pick an impromptu sire for my Tremere player, I looked at the list of vampire npcs I had and picked a Tremere from the list. The moment I said her name, the Scooby Doo jokes flowed from around the players. So, I decided screw it. I am gonna go all the way with their joking. Full on Scooby Doo parody with this kindred.
Day 5: The Very First Bite
To be frank, I cannot write fashion. I tried drawing it. It didn't work out. So, I will try my best anyways. This is a short tale about a sisterhood in my setting known as The Starglitters.
Day 4: Elysium Fashion
The Lhiannan Club. One part Succubus Club. One part Asylum. All the hottest place for Indianapolis kindred to strut their stuff. The Starglitters were no stranger to this place. Nor, Indy in general. They predated the current prince by a long shot. Watched the fall of the Sabbat and the Ministry hold this town something fierce. Not untrue for current nights. Prince Johanna seemed keen to not let her Camarilla court step on the Ministry's toes. Smart move for the young prince.
Marisha scanned the dancefloor through her bandages. The nosferatu glamour girl loved her pink gown and matching hat; but, as the youngest Starglitter sister, had yet to fully embrace her kindred appearance. Choosing to cover any part of her not civered by fine fashion with bandages. She soon found her mark. Her dearest "elder sisters" Riza and Jennifer.
Riza, the nosferatu primogen, was an intimidating woman to behold. Marisha thought her 6ft to be a respectable height for a lady. Riza was atleast 7ft tall. Unlike the younger kindred she embraced her curse fully. Gaunt figure with unnaturally long limbs and fingers, she looked like the stuff of kine nightmares. But, she worked her black and blue sequin dress that depicted a city skyline like a goddess.
Then there was their sweet rose, Jennifer. Jennifer Starglitter was the Indianapolis Toreador primogen. At 5.9ft she was the shortest of the sisterhood; but she was as fierce as her sisters. Her chestnut brown hair perfectly styled in cascading waves. It lightly kissed her shoulders as it met her own cocktail dress.
The three kindred women squealed like teenagers at the sight of each other. They cared not for the looks they garnered. The Starglitters were about owning your situation. Only the most mightiest could gain their surname. As Marisha danced and partyed with her two more successful sisters so pondered her own path to prestige. It was a bold and unorthodox move, but her brute of a childe might have the makings in him to be the first male Starglitter. Meaning she would be the first out of them to sire a childe worthy of their name.
Oh, wouldn't that just be delightful.
Was doing some light reading to make me acquainted with Indy for my next Vamptober post. I might be a native to the state, but outside GenCon Indy events, I normally don't travel to the capital. So, curious if Let The Streets Run Red could help me glean some insight. Ironically enough, this year's GenCon Indy I stayed at this hotel and had always planned to have the GenCon Dance held every year at Union Station be the starting point where my fledglings were picked out and embraced by their sires. Guess the books liked the historical, allegedly haunted, hotel as much as I do.
A story of how one of my player’s thinks back to his embrace while heading to the meeting point his sire has instructed him to go to. This also has a tiny jab at the fact my brothers are playing as more established vampires, due to them being my only players that have played Vampire before. So, this also touches upon their more established vampires meeting the newbie player/kindred that will be their coterie.
Day 3: Where The Undead Gathers
A day late, but I still did it.
I wrote the story for my campaign before Let the Streets Run Red came out. there are some aspects I wasn’t willing to change. Like, the Camarilla Prince of Indy I added in. This is a story of her and her husband. Of how they became the Toreador power couple in my setting.
Day 2: Sweet Embrace
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Day 1: Fangs Out!
Really not had time to draw, but wanted to participate in the Month of Darkness. I decided to do stories based on the spcs my players will encounter or my players themselves. Since our first session isn't until the 13th. Let's start with the most important part of setting up the game for them. Making the vampires they meet. My players are super new. So, making 5 sires by hand for my Banu Haqim, Hecata, Nosferatu, Tremere, and Gangrel players.
If I am lucky maybe I can do a story for day 1 for the sire I wasn't expecting to make. Somehow, I didn't see Tremere being picked and didn't have a backstory ready sire for it.
I told my husband about the Blitz and Stolas dinosaur pictures. This man, without skipping a beat says...
Husband: So, you want to be the tamer or dinosaur
Me: *trying to call his bluff* IDK. I am not the best at pillow talk, but I don't like the idea of it being reduced to raptor noises.
Husband: Either way, by the end of the night, one of us is getting tamed.
This fucking man. So glad I married this smartass.