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Vampire: The Masquerade - Coteries of New York - Post-embrace Hunger
#Vampire the Masquerade#VtM#Vampire the Masquerade Coteries of New York#Coteries of New York#CoNY#Vamily#Vampire#Horror#World of Darkness#Draw Distance#vgedit#dailyvideogames#dailygaming#vgscenery#videogamescenery#Blighted gifs#Need to put together a user tag list
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Requested by anon
#Vampire The Masquerade Coteries of New York#Vampire The Masquerade#video games#gaming#video game polls#polls#tumblr polls#visual novel
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played through Coteries of New York today and. he's so fucking funny actually.
#ok to reblog#vampire the masquerade#vampire the masquerade coteries of new york#the fact he starts giving himself a baseball talk as he goes to behead you. unmatched.#i wish we had more time to buddy up to this guy who very clearly wants us to like him and be cool#i've gotta do at least 2 more playthroughs so maybe one of the other MCs will get that chance#qadir al asmai
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Vampire: The Masquerade - Coteries of New York (Video Game), Vampire: The Masquerade - Reckoning of New York (Video Game), Vampire: The Masquerade Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pádraic Conroy/Kali Characters: Pádraic Conroy, Kali (Vampire: the Masquerade - Reckoning of New York) Additional Tags: Pre-Relationship, Malkavian (Vampire: The Masquerade), There was only one cell Summary:
In a cell under Elysium, Pádraic wishes they had more time.
#vtm: rony#vampire the masquerade reckoning of new york#vtm: cony#vampire the masquerade coteries of new york#coteries of new york#reckoning of new york#vampire the masquerade fic#vtm fic#vtm#padraic conroy#kali vtm#still on my straight bullshit
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Qadir 🖤
I've been back on a VtM kick lately haha
#vampire the masquerade#qadir al asmai#vtm#vtm art#artists on tumblr#coteries of new york#vtm cony#vampire#sketch#fanart
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I rizzed her up. She killed my mommy. Would do it again.
#vtm#world of darkness#vampire the masquerade#coteries of new york#adelaide davis#scourge#camarilla#netflix and chill#and an unconscious girl#madmen is an excellent choice for this#would do again
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NY by Night's first season is legit my favorite. Of course I love season 2, but season 1's last episode is just a rollercoaster of amazing moments. From Fuego side-eyeing Rey when Isaac asked them to be polite in his sire's presence to their whole talk with Vaclav to their discussion about Reyes's shady deal with the Camarilla. Like, it's everything. Man, I miss that coterie SO MUCH.
*and I miss my ships, okay.
#new york by night#nybn#ny by night#vampire the masquerade#vtm#anarch coterie#fuego#isaac brooke#reyes malcolm#serif#ravnos#tzimisce#gangrel#ventrue
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Everyday I think about the fact that Finnick Fox has a Costco card
#manifesting a costco trip in game soon#adonis bring the besst of new york coterie to costco asap#does anyone else have membership cards for their characters#this is kinda silly goofy HAHA#Finnick's costco card picture is from like 10 years ago#vtm#vampire masquerade#vtm oc#vampire oc#world of darkness#vampire the masquerade oc
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God forbid a woman does anything (schemes and plans to overthrow the Prince of New York.)
#mother ❤️#sophie langley#coteries of new york#vtm#vtm cony#art#my art#artists on tumblr#fanart#vampire the masquerade
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I miss my wife tails… I miss her a lot
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His Last Miracle - Qadir al-Asmai x Reader
Commissioned art by @medeaft
Author's Note: My gift to @vampemoqueen as part of the VtM Secret Santa Writers 2024 event!
Another night, another accidental Embrace. Qadir had seen his share of poor, unfortunate souls like yourself in the thousands. But you were special. You would be his last miracle.
Content Warnings: Loss of agency, violence, implied/referenced abuse, obsession, death.
It was nothing short of a miracle how he got there before a certain Ms. Valerie Duval did, especially when it concerned you. You were fresh out of the bag, a youngling, new as they come. He had pulled your lips back to reveal your baby teeth, like a miniature doll. Fragile as porcelain, he could break you in two with his bare hands in an instant. But Valerie was a Scourge who desired to wipe out the Duskborn of New York City like the Second Coming. She had a flair for sniffing out the likes of you from miles away, and she was relentless.
Not tonight, however. Strange. Perhaps it was fate? he repeated this to the point of believing in it.
You were crouched over in the corner like a frightened animal while he gave the same boring speech prepared for every unsanctioned Embrace since the night he had stepped into the New World. Something about a mortal hobby he followed akin to the Penal Code. Baseball. The Mets. A three-strike system, honed to merciless perfection. He noticed how you listened, your eyes lost in his as you hung on his every word.
“Three strikes and you’re out, whelp,” he warned—or was it a murmur?—approaching you, eyes flashing, dangerous as they were seductive. He wedged you between his body and the plastered wall, palms pressed flat on either side of your head. “Do you understand?”
Tapping his foot impatiently, he saw your gaze drop to his lips and your breath quicken, matching the pace of his heartbeat if he had one. No, that wasn’t right. You were merely one of the many thousands he came across most nights in all his years of service, just a trifling and insignificant variation of the previous encounter. You weren’t—
“Yes, sir.”
A prey that submitted willingly. You didn’t even need to be told. His mouth lit up in a cruel smirk. “Very good, young one.”
He could have killed you on the spot, played God and passed swift judgment like any other fool parading around as the so-called Sheriff, but he did not. Prince Panhard always favored formalities, especially when there was a Thin-blood Primogen she could rub it in the face of. At least that was what he told himself as he ferried you back to the Art Hole.
On the way, you had asked for his name and he divulged it to you like a sworn secret through the rearview mirror. “Qadir,” he replied, his voice monotone. “That’s all you need to know.”
The rest of the ride took place in silence.
At your hearing, he observed you intently while you were met with disgust and disinterest by the other Kindred. It seemed as if you didn’t care what the Prince had to say as you stared back at him, hands twitching and biting your lip. He recognized the signs for what they were, after all, it wasn’t the first time a captive had taken a fancy to him. Regardless of his severity, he was as stereotypical as the Clan of the Rose brought forth. He plied himself with fashionable suits and expensive Swiss watches, groomed his locks and beard religiously each night, disguised like a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
It was a sham. He was a sham. It mesmerized him how alive you felt, your blushing heat. If not for the tip-off, he believed he would never have known you were one of them—almost. When the verdict of “Final Death” was raised, something innate possessed him to fabricate the story he narrated before the Prince to delay your sentencing for just a bit longer. Was it the remaining scraps of what he so desperately tried to salvage as human?
Mercy.
The Prince raised an eyebrow.
Mercy.
Although he would never admit it, he could not bear to see you perish that night. You were a miracle. You were his miracle. His salvation and hope. You reminded him of Qadir al-Asmai of Lucknow, not Qadir the Sheriff of New York. He brought you to the cell where you would spend the night, and the next, and the next, as long as you didn’t outlive your usefulness. A usefulness which he had invented and even the Council had fallen for.
He remembered how you had cried upon hearing what he had done. Such is the wonder of human emotion, he thought. Soon, he will learn to cry too. The scene replayed itself like a continuous loop in his mind and he wished it would never end.
And so it began. When he checked on you the next evening, he found you on all fours, before lying prostrate on the dirt ground, as if praying to some unknown god.
“What is the meaning of this?” he questioned, more curious than irritated.
You glanced up at him with those pitiful, naive eyes, like a dog waiting for its owner and he felt something he had not felt for a very long time—a sense of joy. He provided you with fresh blood, which you lapped from his hands hungrily, and wiped the tears away from your grimy face.
“Thank you, sir.”
You were so polite, so precious; he promised to take care of you, on condition that you would do as you were told. Naturally, you agreed, eager as a pup to please. He pretended to coax information out of you on a recent case he was investigating in exchange for blood. It was all for show, a stunt to appease his superiors. Just the way the Camarilla liked it, and just the way his colonizers liked it back then too. But this thing you had with him… it was real, wasn’t it? You were teaching him to love again, beyond the blood-splattered tiles and mangled bones. He was falling for you just as you were falling for him.
Then, one night, you refused. He couldn’t fathom why, what caused the sudden change of heart. You stopped drinking the blood he offered, spat it in his face when he tried to feed you, starving yourself on purpose.
“Don’t test my patience, whelp,” he growled, holding the base of your neck between his hands as he stroked a pointed nail along its length. You shivered and went limp. He gave a ghastly smile. “Good girl.”
However, it was only a temporary respite. He knew what was best for you—why wouldn’t you listen? You left him no choice, but to do what he had to do next. He plunged his teeth into you, his bite lingering as he tasted the sickness of your saccharine blood. Your eyes shut placidly like a serene angel, arms folding around him as he led you in a slow dance around the derelict room. When you came to, he was sure that you would love him even more than you did before.
“Drink,” he ordered. “Or you will never receive my Kiss again.”
Despite your withdrawal, you staunchly held your ground. His jaw tensed. Had he not been kind and merciful to your plight? Wasn’t this how one should love? But love was a distant memory; he had forgotten whether he had ever felt it at all. There were still hours to go before the break of dawn, but he left in a hurry, as if something had finally unnerved him, and did not return until several nights after.
By then, you were nearly catatonic. A thin film of milky white cast over your eyes. As you lay in his arms, he asked you quietly, “Tell me, what is it you want?”
He wanted you to pick him. To stop time and make him human again. But that answer never came. Just two simple words uttered from your dry, cracked lips, “Final Death.”
In a moment of clarity, he saw through the lies he told to everyone and to himself. The tears in your eyes had never been about gratitude for prolonging your life, they were pleading with him to extinguish it. He had treated you like an enslaved animal, attempting to bind you to his blood and will. Instead of the soft caresses he imagined, he had wrung your neck and forced your hand unto obedience, into submission. There was no love, only suffering and pain.
The grip on his sword tightened. Perhaps he was condemned to live out the rest of his undead days in a state of limbo, waiting for the inevitable, spectacular end, where his humanity would be so whittled down that he becomes a mindless wight. To grant your wish and lose you would be to damn his soul, but perhaps this was his greatest act of mercy yet. And that was a miracle in itself.
With a single swift stroke, his sword was unsheathed—elegant, ruthless, and compassionate. Your head slid off your body onto the floor. He took it gently in his hands, kissed your still warm lips for the very last time, etching every sensation to memory. Then, he let go, leaving your decomposing corpse in his wake.
Dividers by @diableriedoll
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Vampire: The Masquerade - Coteries of New York - Scenery 1/?
#Vampire the Masquerade#VtM#Vampire the Masquerade Coteries of New York#Coteries of New York#CoNY#Vamily#Vampire#Horror#World of Darkness#Draw Distance#vgedit#dailyvideogames#dailygaming#vgscenery#videogamescenery#Blighted gifs
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Ruined walk
Qadir al-Asmai x GN!Reader
TW: Cutting, blood and canon related violence
It all started normal. You were taking a shortcut through a park after a long shift at your shitty work. You walked this path many times and the park was usually relatively safe. Then suddenly you heard some ruffling somewhere around the bushes, then all you can remember is someone rushing you, tackling you down and feeling great pleasure. When you came back to your senses, you were cold and weak. The first thing you noticed was pain and bleeding on your neck. With one of your hands, you put pressure on the wound, immediately staining your skin with blood. As you lay down on the cold ground, bleeding out like a wild animal, you noticed someone coming closer to you. The stranger was dark, with broad shoulders and long black hair. He looked at you. His gaze was cold and firm but you couldn't help but notice his sudden surprise when he realized you were still kicking and fighting for your life. “He didn't finish you. Strange.” He mumbled to himself as he crouched down to be at your eye level. He looked at you and you knew that his conflict was more of the type if he should finish you or not. But he didn't and you saw something behind the cold steel gaze, was it maybe a pity? The stranger pushed you to lay down on your back, he tilted your head to get back better look at the wound on your neck and you whimpered from the immense pain that you sore neck felt with any movement. “Some of us are like wild animals.” He sighed and it sounded mostly annoyed. Then there was silence, he didn't say anything and you noticed that his chest didn't move as it should. It didn't move at all. Just what kind of horror came here to finish you? The dark stranger noticed your fearful look. “Calm down, I am not gonna kill you….yet.” That didn't calm you down at all. What does he mean by yet?! The handsome man looked amused by your reaction as a sly smirk crept up on his lips. Then all of a sudden and without warming, the man pulled a small knife. Was the yet now? Is this how you are going to meet God? Wearing a uniform from the work you despised after being gutted like a pig?! You couldn't talk much but you let out another whine. The stranger once again looked amused but to your surprise he didn't put the knife anywhere near you. As he cut into his wrist, he looked at you, and brought the bleeding wound to your lips. “Drink.” He said simply. And you, fearing the worst, listened. Blood transmitted diseases be damned, The blood was warm, thick and for some reason sweet. You drank and drank and with each sip you felt your flesh mending, your heart beating and your cheeks getting rosy again. And you didn't know why but you loved the Stranger now. He was your savior after all.
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kaiser voice acting, Vtm Justice
Kaiser has two sentences of dialogue in Vampire the Masquerade Justice with a voice actor. Was really surprised to hear him, let alone as a cameo in another game. If i remember correctly, their was no voice acting in Coteries or Shadows.
He talks to Justice over the phone in the beginning of the game. This is cut from a YouTube playthrough.
@robotslenderman
#clan nosferatu#vtm nosferatu#vampire the masquerade#Vtm justice#coteries of new york#shadows of new york#Vtm Kaiser#Nosferatu#voice acting
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screaming and... just screaming
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Continuing Vampire the Masquerade Coteries of New York today at 4pm- like right MEOW! Having recruited Hope of the Malkavian Clan into our Coterie, we'll be continuing to seek out other coterie members!
Check it out and Follow for more HERE!! <3<3<3
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