#coyotesteeth

[ebonyforged]

@coyotesteeth​ || sc

“Now, why do you look so lonely?” And who is she to point it out so freely? Ebony tuts almost disapprovingly as she sits down beside Johann. The lightness of the touch she offers to the back of his hand doesn’t quite suit the crude way in which she pointed out his dark expression. “Go on, tell me. I did ask.”

[pride-of-azkets]

@coyotesteeth "Johann coming to sit just a bit closer to Andgriel at the fire. Nervous, he wants to ask if this is okay. Can he seek out just a little more affection from the other?"

Andgriel's spent the better part of the past fifteen minutes staring into the fire, stoking it with his mind if such a thing could be done. It kept his mind occupied and focused, ears tuned to the sounds outside their ring of light, where fireflies danced and the curious eyes of a lone opossum or raccoon sometimes glowed.

His attention was drawn from the flickering blue nestled deep within the crackling logs by the quiet shift in the space about him, noting the younger horseman drawing slightly closer across the log on which they sat. "What's on yer mind, boy?" The question is without expectation to be answered, head tilting down and his chin just barely tipping towards Johann. His younger companion's carefully drawn proximity was tell enough, of course, and Andgriel relented with an exhale and straightening of his back, opening his arm at his side and with it the offer of his thick, warm leather jacket came with it... along with the additional body heat. the evenings were getting cold with autumn's approach.

"C'mere then. Sidle up."

[metalbound]

@coyotesteeth asked: [ throat ]   your muse wrapping a hand around mine’s throat + reverse

𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   . || accepting from mutuals

Heisenberg could see it out of the corner of his eye - that hand that came up to the piece of cloth that hid the wall behind it, the pictures and notes he kept there about his siblings and Miranda, plans on how to get rid of that crazy bitch.

Stuff no one, except Karl, is allowed to see.

Before those curious fingers could even get a grasp of that fabric Karl had already sent a knife right towards the postman, letting the blade pierce through his coat, only missing his neck by about an inch, effectively nailing him to the wall behind his figure. A gloved hand then grasped that throat, fingers digging into the muscles and skin as the iron lord stepped close, a dangerous snarl escaping him, his eyes - hidden by dark glasses - focussing on the stranger's ones.

He was not pressing hard enough to effectively strangle the postman, but to make his point clear. He could feel that pulse racing beneath his gloved fingertips and he tilted his head, gritting his teeth together, showing them off like a hunter sizing up it's prey.

"Keep your fucking hands off my stuff, you got that, boy?"

[adarthme]

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[inkedstonearchive]

Closed Starter for @coyotesteeth​

“No fucking venue.” Aiden didn’t expect this. Sure, it was a small town, but there had to be somewhere with an actual stage for him to play on. Instead, he’s staring at the smallest stage he’s ever seen in his life in a seedy bar in a town in the middle of nowhere, looking like he’s been served the biggest rejection ever.

Well, actually, he’s had worse rejections.

“There gonna be a problem?” The man who booked this place asks, arms crossed in annoyance as Aiden just stands there. At least the Cat came prepared, his crew is already trying to find the best place to set up his guitar for now. 

“...Nah, no no I can make this work. I’ve seen worse.” How far he’s fallen, Dyn Marv used to tour all over the globe, and now September City is struggling for air as the metalcore gatekeepers continue to shit on his new work at every opportunity. “Give me a sec to do a mock set up.”

Left alone, Aiden huffs and does an awkward step up the small stage, realizing he doesn’t even have room for Lucas’ drum set up here. How the hell is he going to have his guitarist and bassist? He could always play guitar and sing, but that’s usually ended awkwardly.

[manenimittliv-moved]

dibs dibs dibs

send me a ‘dibs’ if you are ridiculously attached to me as an rp partner

[vanwiinkle]

     ❝ damn my foolish eyes. ❞ the man leans back, staring at the ceiling of the saloon he sat in. it wasn’t all the time he had reflected on the time with the van der linde gang -- sure, he missed most of the people in the gang, but... it wasn’t the most glamourous life he had lead until this moment... how dutch managed to play everyone like a FIDDLE. it angered him so much.

    ❝ that man’s lesson had it’s price, ❞ he adds, taking a drink of the whiskey in his hands. ( he never could hold a drink well. ) he sets down the bottle, eyes looking at the other that was keeping him company.  ❝ sorry -- i ain’t lookin’ for pity. jus’ haven’t entirely thought about those years in a while. ❞

                    ( @coyotesteeth​​​ , go to the light . )

[streetknown-a]

“You’re startin’ a problem you ain’t gonna be able to finish. Put the damn gun down. Didn’t steal from your boss, okay? Not interested in crap like that,” Vera’s fingers linger over the pistol at her hip, though she doesn’t plan to take it out if she doesn’t have to. She’s got bounty hunters on her ass, bastards foaming at the mouth to get a piece of the price on her head. “Just need a place to lie low ‘till this hound of dogs stops chasin’ me. I’ve got money. Can you help me?” // @coyotesteeth​

[voltadcmar]

💞 + Does Kim like to be affectionate during sex with his significant other?

In the spirit of Sinday, feel free to send 💞 + any dirty questions you may have for them on anon, and they HAVE to answer honestly! || accepting 

“... That entirely depends on what kind of sexual encounter.”, he says, almost sounding nonchalant about it, with his hands clasped onto his backside.

“In case I am in a romantic relationship and being intimate with my partner, I very much like to be affectionate. It is a big part of the whole act, after all.

In case I am having a One-Night-Stand - or even repeated meetings with the same person - but am not in a romantic relationship with him, I won’t be as affectionate. A polite distance toward emotions is important in that regard.”

[wolfvirago]

@coyotesteeth  - meme time

1. incredibly realistic wolf animation

2. when your friend is half god

3. this takes muscle

4. big floppa

5. give us another one!!!

6. dance dance

[sharp-teeth-and-archived]

coyotesteeth asked : ⭐️ //For Johann and Robert or Simone and Milton :0

For each “⭐” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses. / @coyotesteeth​ – accepting

     You get both!

    Robert will tell a different story of pure falsehoods but the time he “officially” asked Johann was awkward. He was a mess with his words. Not so much stuttering but cutting himself short because he thought he went too far or the words said sounded off course, squeak an “Uh” in there with a reddened face and that’s how he asked Johann out to a camping trip for the day. Idk why but I can see Johann maybe making a flower crown for Robert’s hat?? Just a thought.

    I can definitely see Andrew bringing Simcoe along on one of his dinners with his Pinkerton “friends” (as if he likes any of them lmao). While this might not seem so much from an outside view, the fact he’s bringing along one of his friends with benefits to a professional dinner and offering to pay for her dress, makeup, and even going as far as offering to hire a hairstylist and booking her an appointment with the most high-end stylist in Saint Denis shows a lot. As well, too, the fact he’s bringing her to this event. Usually, he prefers to go alone to these things, but it shows a lot about his fondness for Simone to have her tag along.

[reverxnce]

"You know, when I killed Simone... that was probably the most intimate moment we ever had together. It was special and horrible. But it was ours. No one can ever take it. And I wonder if we're gonna have a moment like that. Somethin' that intimate."

@coyotesteeth

At first, his brows furrowed together in sympathy, hands folded neatly in his lap as he listened intently to what he presumed to be some of Johann's deepest, innermost thoughts. He knew how much of a sensitive subject it was for him and not an entirely flattering one, either. Ezekiel almost felt honoured that Johann had reached a point in which he could talk to him so openly about it.

Although his expression changed with his friend's last additional thought. He cocked his head, looking away for a moment as he processed this, not entirely sure how to interpret these words.

"Would you really want that?" He finally asked. "Would you want to have a moment between us so horrifying that it binds us? Would you want to kill me, Johann? Or vice versa? Or for one of us to see the other hurt? I'd much prefer to see you happy..."

Eyes locking with Johann's, Ezekiel gently laid his hand over his friend's.

"What you and Simone had...it was one-sided and unfair; it was abusive. The way I see it, her death was an act of self-defence on your part," he gave Johann's hand a reassuring squeeze. "You know I'd never do anything to hurt you, right? If we were ever to share such an intimate moment together, I'd like to think that we could both walk away from it each brimming with love for the other, both of us smiling - together."

[vuulpecula]

      No one wanted him around, the man was a BAD OMEN. Leaving behind a train of misfortune everywhere he went. Crops died, horses went lame, children fell ill, and healthy, strong men dropped dead. Alexei Alkaev was a curse and that’s just how he liked it.

      Pouring himself another shot of whiskey, Alexei glared out of the corner of his eye. The other man at the bar was seated too near to him by his standards. It was beginning to irritate him more than he was typically irritated. His trigger finger itched, clicking the ring around it against the sweating glass. “Is there something I can help you with, friend,” he growled. Turning his full, icy gaze toward the stranger. It was enough to make some men turn tail and run, his bite of winter cold. “Don’t make me ask again.”

@coyotesteeth​ ♡’d for a super secret papa alexei starter !

[metalbound]

@coyotesteeth​: please don’t lie to me. Some meme somewhere || accepting

“I’m not lying!”

Scrap metal shot through the air like a bullet, impaling the wall across the room with a dull thud. Staying there, lights flickering as gloved fingers curled into tight fists, falling back down to Heisenberg’s sides just about a moment later. Grey hues widening for a second as the engineer realized he’d lost his temper, head quickly tilting downwards to have the rim of his had shield half his face from the other’s sight.

He swallowed, thickly, adams apple bobbing as the Lord fought with himself - unsure what to do next, how to handle himself and ... this. He turned away, back towards the postman, a hand that was surprisingly unsteady (stop trembling, you stupid thing!) reaching out to where his workbench was, curling around a cigar to place it between a set of scarred lips.

“... ‘Msorry’boutthat.” Mumbled, slurred into one long messy word instead of being properly separated into four, the end of his cigar was burned with his lighter, a puff of smoke soon engulfing Karl’s head like it wanted to shield him as well, hide him behind a thick layer of shame.

[adarthme]

✍️ maybe ???

Here

[wolfkcst]

coyotesteeth

kiss 😚

            They will happily accept a kiss from him. Leans into it with a satisfied hum.