#oc:zach

[silverbear-art]

I imagine Jaal likes cuddling at every possible moment. This is how he and Zach stand during ship meetings.

[princelettow-archive]

vtm characters  ↳ sissy ( @koroleyva ) & zach. the malkavians of the seattle chapel.

i don’t have blind faith cause i’ve got proof i know angels are real now that i’ve found you

[leroyzboots]

@kara-is-so-ninja @strawberryhipster @howianflare

Hi this is Zach

This is is his boyfriend Jared (credit to my girlfriend for her art 💞) 

I'm going to be explaining who the characters from my vine compilations are so....

[princelettow-archive]

👯‍♀️🤝🏴🧛🏻‍♀️

because you forgot to add the name you clown

👯‍♀️ Do they have any notable allies/friends?

Just one because he doesn’t need anyone else ✌️😔 Priscilla Morello is his only true friend and ally and they’ve been together since before both were embraced. They live together in this run down chapel in Seattle! Zach doesn’t mingle with other kindred much because he has a very hard time trusting people so he keeps to himself!

This might change when the game comes out and I scout™ possible alliances or potential fwends

🤝 What is their relationship with their sire like?

Well! It was....certainly something! Zach’s sire was a very religious malkavian named Father Jasper who “worked” on a cemetery chapel. His particular derangement made him believe he was destined for a higher purpose and that he needed to find a proper vessel (in this case, Zach) that could carry the will of god. He didn’t really explain anything regarding his condition or kindred society because he himself didn’t really know.

It was kind of a mentor-protege relationship so to speak? Only the stuff Jasper taught Zach was more in the lines of...religious duty? They spent roughly one or two months together and eventually Zach diablerized him so like...not really much to say except he did in fact become the vessel his sire was talking about all along! ✌️😔

🏴 What are their allegiances? (Camarilla/Anarch/Independent/etc)

Independent baby! Mostly because he was embraced very recently and he didn’t exactly spend much time with his sire or learning about the different sects or groups, but also because he just...does his own thing! He doesn’t care for politics at all, nor is he interested in obtaining any kind of power in kindred society...he’s just happy minding his own business.

🧛‍♀️ Do they have any preference regarding who they feed on/how they feed?

Elder vitae apparently He doesn’t really have a preference other than....people who wander the surrounding area of the chapel since he doesn’t really move much from there. He does keep a stash of blood packs that he and Sissy share so they’re always stocked just in case! He does prefer to feed from them rather than directly from the person!

[leroyzboots]

*coughs up zach's backstory*

This is a family photo from when he was around ten, before his sister Amanda (right) died, courtesy of his mother Arielle (left).

His mother was very abusive, pretty much a drunkard and would heavily punish them for no reason. She also drove home the whole "homos are bad" reaaaaally hard. Amanda took on the looks of his father, who after realizing that she married him for his money, left and died soon afterwards, again at the hands of Arielle. Eventually she was put in prison and Zach in a foster home until 16, when he ran off and met Jared.

[leroyzboots]

zach canonically wears socks with sandals

[leroyzboots]

Breakfast//GingerCactus//

Jared Kelly awoke with a small start, the rising sunlight poking in through the blinds, the room still dark with glowing bits here and there. He brushed his dark grey-and-blond hair from his hazel brown eyes and rolled over, gazing upon the sleeping face of his fiance.

Zach’s eyes were closed, his eyebrows furrowed and lips parted in a serious expression that did not match his conscious self, as he was usually upbeat and lively. His ginger hair was let down and drifted over his bare shoulders, freckles dancing across his face like little stars.

Smiling, Jared slipped from the bed and dressed, tugging his sweater on over his head and pulling on shorts, not bothering with his boxers.

Rubbing his eyes tiredly, he walked into the kitchen and started making breakfast, heating up a skillet and cracking open a few eggs.

On the windowsill were several small cacti, Jareds’ favorite. One of them had little flowers among the pricks, giving off a sweet smell as he leaned foward and breathed deeply.

“Almost as pretty as you.”

Jared yelped and whipped around, only to be greeted with Zach’s laughing face, his hair loosely pulled up in a ponytail and wearing only jeans, his bare chest exposed.

Jared let out a sigh of relief and glared at him.

“You scared me,” he scolded, but all Zach did was smile and kiss him.

They were always perfectly entwined, the way Zach’s hands fit neatly into Jared’s every curve, how the shorter of the two could hear the other’s heart beating softly for them, how the morning air slipped in between breaths of kisses, fresh and sweet.

Jared ran his hands slightly over his partly-nude body, fingertips brushing every inch of his surface. Over his lightly toned stomach, up the small of his back, down his arms, feeling every pull and taut of his muscles.

“I’m gonna burn breakfast,” he murmured, pressing his lips to Zach’s collarbone.

“Then stop touching me, Jarebear, and make it.”

Jared giggled and pulled away, turning back and flipping over the eggs.

“Don’t ever call me that again,” he remarked, and Zach laughed.

[kemonoesque]

Otter sona 🌊🦦