𝔞𝔫 𝔢𝔞𝔰𝑦 𝔰𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔢

You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to. So that when they turn their backs on you. You'll get the chance to put the knife in.

[velvet500]

Independent VTM OC by Rosario!

Carrd | Prompts | Starters | Art Credit | Lore | Previously @mxldito

Blog Roll: @pearlwidow

[velvet500]

Coyote and Carolina know each other by the way. She's the Tzimisce previously mentioned on the last blog and was their employer in the NOLA timeline. They worked for her as a chauffeur and they got to be friendly with each other after some time.

In the SF timeline, they know each other primarily through political means. Coyote's the sweeper and Carolina's brother is the Tzimisce warlord so they've visited her house a few times and has become a family friend.

[velvet500]

Remembers the disadvantages of having a sideblog but that paired with my struggle to balance more than one account at a time. I feel if I put Carolina on her own, she'd have an easier time getting more interactions with people looking for a more "traditional" style of vampire. Coyote is my grindhouse vampire, Carolina is my gothic.

[velvet500]

I think there are instances where Coyote prioritizes being Angel's sire over being his older brother. I think he doesn't realize their perspective on this and just thinks they're just being an asshole. It definitely puts a strain on their relationship which is such a bummer because they have such a specific and deep bond a lot of other Kindred don't have.

Ultimately, they'd never put him in harms way deliberately but they still pressure him to violence. Pressure him to be conniving and generally committing crimes he wouldn't otherwise do. While they're just trying to look out for him, to a fledgling who's been described by everybody he knows as a "good kid" his whole life, none of this feels good for him.

One of the hardest parts about his embrace is realizing the brother he looked up to is ultimately morally dubious at best, entirely bankrupt at worst. It especially feels ugly for him when it's Coyote of all people calling him a "good kid".

[pearlwidow]

"It was a parting gift. All I receive are parting gifts."

Indie, semi-selective, Vampire: the Masquerade OC. Very OC, multi, and crossover friendly. Currently iconless. Dark themes present! Follows back from @velvet500.

Established 2026. Written by Rosario!

[velvet500]

Entry #1:

Hello, diary.

I thought I already had one of you. I think I'm getting confused again. I think you were just another illusion of the train. I dreamed I married Vincent. I dreamed of The Dictator. I dreamed of undead who are simply at rest in their graves in this world. There are so many basic little things I thought I knew but they're beyond my grasp now. Like they're in my throat, but I'm cursed never to speak of them. All I can do is gag.

Over there, they let me shake hands with Moctezuma and it was a great honor. It hurts bad, my confidant. I know it's real, but it's not. It's like I've made contact with another lifeform. Something that doesn't exist here. Like it brought me to its home and explained everything I ever wanted to know, but I come back here and nobody understands.

Divina told me she could summon UFOs. She hasn't shown me how. She said they took her and her baby all those years ago. Told her everything was merely a fable on pages. I wonder if this is how she feels every night. I wish I could get her out of that apartment for more than a night at a time. She must be tearing the furniture apart in there.

It stings, my confidant. I'm on the ceiling again. I turned the house inside out because I thought you were here. In my dresser, but you weren't there. Not in the desk, not under my paperwork, not in the kitchen, not under my covers, and not in our old bedroom. You don't even look the same as you did in the train. When I went to the bookstore, they didn't have any red covers.

It made my stomach churn. I can see them, but they can't see me. We're the same, somehow. They travel through, blissfully and fully realized. They're satisfied and concluded. Why are you and I the outliers?

There's one mirror I approach and I just can't peer into it. It's like it makes itself invisible to me as I do. It's like finally approaching a long-sought revelation, but it's gone just seconds before it comes to you. I never want to get back on the train ever again. It'll only make me lonelier. Not even the other Malks see what I saw.

I miss my mom and dad. I want to go home.

Good morning.

[bishopofgreed]

“He clings to his hate so stubbornly, because once the hate is gone he’ll have no other choice but to deal with his pain.”

Credit.

[velvet500]

"Okay. But here's one that has pissed off an entire room." Coyote said. "Do you think I still count as a mammal?"

[lookingforroleplayers]

Coyote's oc over at @velvet500 has to be one of the most awesome, most well written oc muses that I've ever seen ! They're awesome, people need to seriously check 'em out sometime ! ♥️

[velvet500]

HELLO???? Which one of you sent this in? I'm personally offering you one of my kidneys.

[fyeaholdpplinspikedcollars]

suction cupping his bald head with my spacious pussy to control his feeble mind

[velvet500]

Riffing off the vitae in their saliva, Coyote could hypothetically ghoul/blood bond somebody if they ate them out enough times. While I hate the "vampires can't have real sex" thing, I still want it to be weird in some aspect. It's more fun when it's weird. Coyote basically cums blood so you're gonna wanna space that shit out or use a dental dam. Three nights in a row, unprotected, isn't a good idea if you like your autonomy.

[spreadassholesdotorg]

[velvet500]

who exactly are you, anyways?

↪ MORBID CURIOSITY ...[REMASTERED]

"Coyote Menendez. Sweeper. Back home at least. I'm from the San Francisco domain." The Malkavian said with a conman smile. "I figured I announce my presence in your domain since I'm passing through. Might stick around for a couple of nights, really. Maybe ask where I'm allowed to hunt. I wasn't entirely sure how much you guys do that kinda thing around here, but better safe than sorry."

Better to kiss ass than to end up being forced to kiss the curb for being uncourteous. Whatever status they'd built up back home was meaningless here. They were just another two-bit lick and knew firsthand how abrasive city Kindred could be. "Forgive me if I'm a little rusty. I haven't had to announce my presence to anybody in almost ten years."

"Hey... If you don't mind me asking, were you around for 2004?" They asked.

[velvet500]

I think one of the conundrums I encounter a bit writing Coyote is when people have in their rules they won't write with muses under 25 at all. Coyote's eternally 24 but they're also 34 at the same time. To me, they're in their twenties and their thirties simultaneously if that makes any sense. So how does that rule apply to them?

[velvet500]

Oh yeah. Coyote's spit can close extremely minor wounds. This is a WOD vampire thing for covering your tracks. The blood contains vitae which is a vampire's supernatural essence and in such a diluted dose (like saliva), that's what it can do.

So basically, Coyote will to lick your muse's paper cuts and scrapes closed if them let them.

[thaumatology]

Colin sucked air through his teeth as he took in the full extent of the damage. He didn't have much experience judging injuries on a vampire, but it definitely didn't look good. He straightened up, rubbing his temples. He could feel the beginnings of a headache coming on.

"Mm. Not great."

He began to pace as he assessed the situation. The fact that they weren't followed was good. Shovelheads didn't pose much of a threat but killing one on his front doorstep would have been problematic for a number of reasons. Beyond that though there wasn't much he could do to help. Treating the wounds wouldn't do much except maybe making them bleed less on the furniture. If they were human he could have at least dampened the pain, but that didn't work on creatures that didn't rely on a functioning nervous system. he still had one more option but...

With a sigh he looked over at Coyote again. Rolling up his sleeve, he extended his arm and presented his bare wrist. "Here. You look like you need it."

[velvet500]

Coyote watched the look on Colin's face, heard the sound he made as he looked them over. "I told Sil I shouldn't be checking out that part of town on my own. Fucking asshole. Fuck him and his 'toughen up' act." They could talk shit all they wanted, it'd change nothing. They got their ass gruesomely beaten, and that was final. Now they just got to sit around, leaving puddles of blood in this motel kitchen.

With their pained face twisting into a frown, they muttered. "I shouldn't have run in swinging right off the bat." They'd been rash. Silvestre had scolded them plenty of times for it. They should've known by now nobody walks out of a knife fight clean. They should've just stuck to their guns.

'And I'm a dumbass.' Which is a thought they wouldn't give voice to.

"Fuck. I didn't even get to see how badly I did 'em all." Eyes duller than ever, they looked up at him. That look, unfocused and blank, like a corpse waiting for the zipper on its body bag to be pulled shut. The light needled at their vision. "I didn't even notice. They got my sunglasses."

As they went to lower their aching eyes, they saw Colin's wrist presented to them. "Hm?" Not catching a lick of what he said, but without hesitation, they clutched his arm roughly. Nails dug into his flesh as their fangs broke the skin with a muted snap. Despite their rough approach, the motions wired into them were carried with machine-like precision. Blissful, painless and clean. Taking enough to make him feel woozy, not too much to make him clammy.

For the modest amount they took, they felt significantly better. Now, they only looked sick. Their tongue caressed the wound, suturing it shut with the diluted vitae of their saliva.

There was a beat. A buzz slowly crept up the back of their skull. "...Are you on something?"

[velvet500]

Coyote got a little more than a lap dance at The Third Titty for their birthday this year. A gift from my BF who kindly volunteered his monstrously big Tremere Ezra for the cause. From PaupauMaru on VGen!

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