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vesppperoro · 2 days
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Can we please get Loona x Short Male Vampire Sinner Reader? Thanks for your time!
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Loona x Short!Vampire Sinner!Reader (MASC)
Includes: Loona, Male Reader
A/N: These are Headcanons. If you request a certain scenario with them, I’ll do it!
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Despite being a sinner, you weren’t in the Pride Ring. Your sin was Lust. Bloodlust, to be exact.
You were a blood thirsty killer when you were human, so you weren’t too surprised when you ended up in hell.
You were, however, surprised at your appearance.
Sharp teeth, sharp pupils, lighter skin, and clothes resembling what you use to wear. You also noticed your sharp ears and your lack of a reflection.
A vampire. You could tell that’s what you were.
Your thirst for blood came in more ways than just being a killer. You felt as if you needed it to survive in the afterlife.
You thrived in the afterlife by killing hellborne.
Your life was pretty miserable. As expected for someone in hell.
That was, until, you stumbled upon the I.M.P building.
You walked inside and met the receptionist. She caught your eye immediately.
She was some kind of wolf sinner? You didn’t even notice you were staring until she snapped her fingers in front of your face.
“Hello? What are you here for?” The lady snapped, going back to her phone once you zoned back in.
“Well, there’s this guy..” and you told her the story about the guy who killed you. How he stabbed you in the chest and you died because you drowned in your own blood.
She didn’t seem to listen but she nodded and took his info.
After they killed your killer, you stayed a bit after and asked to join them.
They agreed and you became like an assistant to Loona.
During this time, you two became closer. She teased you relentlessly about your height difference.
You learned she was adopted by the boss and she was a Hellhound. So, she wasn’t a sinner. She said she was born in hell.
It took a while, but she eventually became attached to your badass actions.
You two became pretty good friends!
Blitzø became protective of his Loona, of course.
Eventually, you brought her to Ozzie’s and confessed.
She confessed that she felt the same.
Anyways, now that you’re both in a relationship, she’s the only one allowed to be mean to you.
If anyone else teases you about your height, she’ll kill them.
Since you can’t be active during the day because of the sun, you two have night dates or inside dates.
She lets you feed on her blood if you need to.
She loves picking you up and just placing you on her shoulder.
You two fight together all the time.
Remember how she was when in her human form? That’s how she is with you whenever you and her go into your human forms together.
Blitzø watches you two like a hawk. He’s very suspicious of you, even if Loona tells him to fuck off.
The other two support your relationship. Moxxie, however, was surprised she even got a man.
You two like to have deep convos and you tell her about life on earth. You even told her what you did.
She didn’t mind. She thought it was cool as fuck.
She posts pictures of you two together frequently on her Voxtagram.
Her pfp on anything is a pic of you and her hugging or her picking you up like a child.
You two are adorable. Late night snacks together, deep convos, cuddles, etc.
She adores you and you adore her.
You love petting her fur and she loves picking you up. That’s your things for one another.
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viccerys · 7 months
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Got inspired by @kakimari 's art and needed to draw Olrox in a modern outfit. Next time I'll draw him with Mizrak ✨
Technically it was only supposed to be an inktober sketch, but I got carried away.
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vogelfreyh · 9 months
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Was inspired to do some ink work with my vampires Vladi and Mina based on the My Chemical Romance cover and the tarot version by @/r4tkINgz on twt and @/aleginger_art on insta! ❤️
I just love these two 🥺
(Vladi & Mina are my OCs)
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nyxshadowhawk · 1 year
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Alucard by Narael Daemon
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The Vampyre’s Bride
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Relationship: yandere male monster x fem reader
You had to admit, the ring that decorated your finger was exquisite.
It was cut like a crimson teardrop, ornate and simple, yet breath-taking. Petal-like jewels of a similar shade decorated the larger piece, and the more you stared, the more you had grown to tolerate the tiny fragment of jewellery.
Though, the reason it was on your finger was why you had to quickly grow to like it.
Your newly taken husband was nowhere to be seen: in the gloomy yet large rooms that framed his manor, he was out of sight, the only sounds coming from passing staff and those of kind he celebrated the event with. Vampyres of all ages: old and wise, lethal yet ethereal.
Fireworks. You could see them from your lonely window, the one you would have to share with your now husband. They decorated the night's sky as you continued to hear laughter and cheers, colours of all shades encapsulating the twilight.
I shouldn't be here. You told yourself, wiping your tears as you had dutifully and quietly during the ceremony. I shouldn't be with these monsters.
The doors poured open with the wind following, the man you recognised in his macabre suit, embellished white trim and flower embroidery. His long dark hair was neatly slicked back, piercing red eyes trailing the room until they landed on you with a wide, sickening soft smile on his pale face.
Cassius was every part a comely young man and monster combined, merging both until it was hard to differentiate the other.
"My love," his voice was silky smooth and low, striding into the room without it even looking like his legs were moving against the ground, floating eerily, "you look otherwordly."
Had he been aware of the tear streaks down your face, how pale and exhausted your struggles had been when you resisted? You stared up at him in horror, dreading his next moves, watching him hawkishly as he moved to sit beside you on the queen-sized bed.
His slender fingers drifted past your neck without any warning, parting your strands of loose hair back as he leaned in towards your flesh, pressing a delicate kiss to you as if his touches were more for a devoted, loving partner than the monster he was.
He paused when he felt you stiffen, clenching the black silks of your wedding dress, knuckles clenched and turning white. "My love, your heart flutters. "
"Yes," You drifted to find your words, to not dare look to see him staring intently at you from your side, thinking to the open window instead, "it is rather drafty tonight, after all, husband."
"I would not know," he mused, running a finger along your arm, the hairs reacting as they raised, pleasing him. "It has been more than two millennia since I was affected by a mere breeze."
You didn't have time to answer when you felt the wind pick up beside you, catching you off guard, a slam from in front as the window appeared miraculously shut, Cassius sitting beside you once more as if he had not moved an inch.
"Now then, how shall I have you tonight?"
"Excuse me?"
"You're my wife, it will not be long until you are like me." He smiled fondly, caressing your cheek carefully, ignoring the dampness of your cheek. "The others are already happy to welcome you to our family. Having you share a drop of my blood will please them more."
"I... can I think about this?" Your words dried in your mouth, trying to seem confident when you looked into his eyes. The blood-red of his pupils scared you rigid, staring as they started unblinkingly back. "This is a big thing after all."
Cassius said nothing at first: as if he hadn't heard you first, slowly watching the vegetation of life fill back into his features and registering your words. "Why, there is nothing to be afraid of." He took your hand into him with some rash strength, stroking the ring he bestowed you with. "You will be exactly like me, and we will be together for the rest of the earth's cycle."
"I miss my family, my friends," you whimpered, and once again, you were crying as you did at the front of the altar, swearing your loyalty to a man who kidnapped you. "When can I go back home?"
"This is your home," Cassius hummed sweetly, "you will join our family and we will be your new one. Forgot about them, they will be dust and weeds in a blink of an eye."
"I..."
"Shush, my dear," Cassius hugged you to his chest, and the stiffness of his cold body was a reminder to you how you would feel very soon. Cold, dead, lifeless. A life you dreamt of forgotten, "you will ruin your makeup."
You sobbed silently into the ruffles of his coat, feeling the way he stroked your hair lovingly, speaking the same words he did as a promise of loyalty. "You will look so beautiful when I dine on your blood, "It will be painless and quick. You will not feel a thing," "You have so much to look forward to."
You resisted keeping your hands in his, snapping them to rest in your lap and trying to get as far away from him as possible whilst on the bed. The body language alone brought something to click in his mind, watching the clogs move just from the window into his mind.
Something snapped in a flicker of time, and hands were pulling your wrists and your body back into him with some force, staring up in horror to see the unfazed, dead stare. A silent cry fell from your lips as you tried to resist his forceful grip, feeling the way his iron grip didn't falter, the bone in your wrist growing more painful by the second.
"I am a patient man, my love." There was tension in his words as if the resistance and pulling you to him was putting effort into the strain. Your quiet plea fell quiet when he leant to your ear, whispering dangerously low.  "I will have you like me."
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Visiting Raven
Monster Pairing: Connor (Male!Vampire) x NB Reader Notes: short story, sfw, cuddles; I tried to find this on my blog but I think Tumblr ate it up. So, I'm reposting it after trying to clean up my masterlist.
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Tap Tap Tap Tap
You grumbled and rolled over onto your side. Shoving your face into the pillow, trying to drown out the irritating sound by your head.
TapTapTapTap
The sound picked up pace this time. And the echo of the sharp noise against glass radiated through your bedroom. You groaned and drowsily waved your hand in the air. As dismissing whoever was making that noise.
TAPTAPTAPTAP CRACK!
You shot up into a sitting position. A loud yelp of surprise as the harsh sound split the somewhat silence of the night. Your window was splintered with spider-webbed cracks. All leading towards the centre where a black beak was pierced through the glass. A large raven stood outside the now broken window. Eyes wide in shock as it looked to you, to the window and then back. You said nothing. Only stared as the bird yanked its beak out of the glass; breaking it even more to the point that shards of window fell to the floor.
"Err, I'll fix that, lass." The raven cooed. A thick Irish accent clicking through its beak. It then hopped through the large hole it made in your window. "Promise."
You glared daggers at the raven. Deciding you were far too tired to deal with Connor's shit right now. A glance at your phone, told you it was 2am in the morning. The Sun was no near rising and you were very pissed off now. So, to keep the peace between you and your friend, you threw the blanket over your head and collapsed back into bed. Ignoring the raven completely. A soft croak could be heard outside the blanket's confines. And then the sound of rustling feathers followed, quickly replaced by a dramatic sigh and cold body crawling up behind you. Outside the blanket, Connor tickled the area were your back should be. You couldn't see it, but he was wearing one of his very guilty "kicked-puppy" faces. One you absolutely knew he'd play on until you forgave him for the window.
"Come on, lass. It was an accident. I really am sorry." He purred, letting his accent thicken slightly as he rested his chin on your shoulder. "Look at me. Ya can't stay made at something this pretty."
"As long as I don't look at you, I can stay infuriated as long as I damn well please." You grumbled. Eyes tightly closed and covered by your arm. Just encase Connor got any bright ideas to rip the blanket off you.
Connor sighed. Moving so he could nuzzle his face into the crook of your covered neck. His arm snaked over your waist and he gently squeezed you against him. "I'll make it up to ya. How about a coffee date?"
"At 2am?! I'll be up for the rest of the morning! No." You snapped.
"I'll read you a bedtime story." Connor suggested. A cocky smile stretching his lips. "Sing you a lullaby in Gaelic? Come on, lass. Give me something. I feel really bad about what I just did."
You sighed. Stretching out the moment of silence just to torture him. But after a few seconds, you threw back the blanket and gave Connor one of your most venomous glares your tired mind could bring up. "Why are you here, Connor? You know I have a rule about being woken up after midnight."
"I know. I know. And I am sorry, but I needed to ask a human a question. And you're the only human that answers my weird questions seriously and without judgement." Connor seemed to perk up now you were out from under the blanket. Which, and you'd hate to admit it out loud since you're trying to be stern with him, was too adorable for a grown 400 year old Vampire to be.
You turned to lay on your back, giving Connor your attention and also to cuddle somewhat into his chest. "Fine. What do you want to know?"
"I heard from a Plague Doctor that Humans have enough bacteria in you to weigh around four pounds. Is that true?" Connor's eyebrows tweaked in a way that only added to how childish he looked. Like a toddler asking how the moon phases worked or why the sun goes down every day.
You were caught off guard by the question. Why on earth would a Plague Doctor know that? And why was Connor even with Plague Doctor?? "I, uh, I actually don't know. Let me look it up." You reached over to your phone and opened it up. Tapping away and clicking on various sites that came up. You read them quickly, mostly breezing through the words until something caught your interest. As much as Connor was capable of looking this up himself, you knew he also liked sharing knowledge with you. It was half the reason why he brought really weird questions to you. And also, you were sure he just wanted to excuse to come see you.
"Ah, ok. So, what I can tell, we just have a shit-ton of bacteria. A few sites say the amount could collectively weight a few pounds if put all together. And apparently we have more bacteria cells than Human cells. Huh, the more you know." You said, glancing up to look at Connor. Who was also reading over your shoulder at what was on the small screen.
"So, the Doctor wasn't wrong. But neither really right." Connor murmured.
"I mean, he could be right. Also, who is this Plague Doctor? I didn't think they still exist." You asked with interest. Lowering your phone so Connor's crimson gaze had to focus on you. Your flight or fight reflex kicked in motion for a moment as his red pupils fixed on you. It was a common thing with him. And it still made you feel guilty to remember how you use to cower under his gaze because of his predatory gaze. Thankfully, it wasn't so bad now.
"An old fart who still wears the freaky bird masks. We got talkin', he's my supplier for O type blood. Makes it easy so when I'm lazy I can just call him up." You rolled your eyes but nodded. Attempting to go back to reading, only to be suddenly crush under a certain Vampire who decided to drape himself ontop of you. He caught your phone as it was slapped out of your hands. Carefully placing it down on the bedside table before turning his gaze back to you. A cheeky smile played along his lips and you couldn't help but feel a little flustered under this circumstance.
"Connor, what are you doing?" You asked. Pretending not to feel a little giddy with the Vampire leaning over you.
"Gettin' comfortable." He replied. Winking down at you before he moves his arms under your back to properly hold you. Then, he shoves his face against your bare neck. Pressing a gentle kiss there before nuzzle just under your jawline.
You smiled and shook your head. Allowing your arms to wrap around him and trail idly along his back. Scratching between his shoulder-blades and scraping the strands of hair above his neck. Connor shivered with a soft whimper of delight. He was much like a puppy. Loved attention, and loved getting scratched along his back.
"Is this the other reason you broke my window tonight?" You asked, holding a small bit of irritation to the snarkiness in your voice. Connor huffed softly. Reluctantly pulling his lips away from your neck to properly look down at you.
"I really am sorry about the window, lass." Connor pouted. Eyebrows dipping in a guilt ridden expression. Lips pursed in a way that made him look like he was about to cry. All while his fingers gently brushed along your cheeks. Tucking your hair behind your ear and tickling soft skin of your shoulders. You groaned heavily and held his face in your hands.
"Stop using that damned adorable face! I forgive you! You're fine, but seriously. Did you come here to cuddle?"
Connor nodded and buried his face back into your neck. His arms flexed for a moment, giving you a tight embrace before releasing you. "Yes. I'm needy and clingy. I need cuddles or I get grumpy." The Irishman grumbled. The soft tickle of his voice against your neck made you giggle. And you couldn't help but squeeze him back. "That's fine. Just next time, don't tap against the window. I'm like a goldfish. I get startled easily." 
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gingerbredman1989 · 12 days
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Seductively handsome male vampire.
Ideogram AI
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aristocratickristian · 4 months
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Hello there, mortals.
Allow me to introduce myself, hm? My name is Kristian, and I'm a 224-year-old male vampire born and raised in the North of England and residing luxuriously abouts in London proper. Of course, I do not age, and as such, I am eternally the beautifully radiant age of 20. Throughout the centuries, I've led many lives. Many jobs. Many lovers. Many successes and failures. Though, you'll always find me dressed to the bloody nines! Get it...bloody? British...vampire...hm. I think I'm a comic. Anyway, mortals, the point is I've seen and done nearly everything, and everybody one can see and do, though I'm always open to more exploration. All of which done with a sexual edge, of course. I'm a damned vampire, after all! In any event, all of this, that's what this virtual diary will be about; the highs and lows, friends and foes, orgasms and bites, and overall aristocratic lifestyle of one of London's finest, most eligible undead bachelors. Did I mention I'm incredibly humble? So, won't you join me? Take my hand and let me lead you into my lair. A place full of irresistible temptations unlike any you've ever seen in your mundane mortality. Beware, this is an 18+ or 21+ blog, depending on your jurisdiction, and therefore, as mentioned above, it will feature sexual content as well as bloody, hypnosis, and all the other things that come along with being a vampire. You know the deal, hm? Now, mortals, with all of that said, I do hope you'll join me here. We'll have a fang-tastic time. I promise. But do be most careful... I bite! ;)
Yours,
Kristian
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monstersandmaw · 1 month
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HouseMates - Chpt One - m. vampire x m. werewolf (sfw)
I shared on our Patreon Discord that I was working on an idea, and I've now got enough together to share a WIP Chapter One for you.
The theme is 'enemy species to friends to lovers' rather than 'enemies to lovers', and features a very out of touch vampire and a werewolf who's trying to rebuild his life after having been driven out of his pack and left alone in the world.
Content warning: very brief mention of a werewolf attack (not by the mc) and the resulting trauma; familial rejection; risk of homelessness; antagonistic species
Wordcount: 4838
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At 6.28pm the following Wednesday, he walked up to the front door of a converted Victorian mansion, set back off a broad, leafy street and surrounded by simple but manicured gardens, and pressed the buzzer for apartment number four with a trembling finger, praying to the moon that this would work out.
He caught the faintest scent of something supernatural, something beyond the normal, everyday scents he was constantly and subconsciously filtering out, and he frowned, but before he could figure out what the wafting smell had been, the intercom buzzed and a clipped, male voice answered. “Yes?”
“Uh, it’s Adam Selhurst? Here to see about sharing the apartment?”
He hated the way it came out like a question; like his confidence was at rock bottom; like this was his last hope before moving out onto the street; because it was. All of it.
“Oh, yes…” After a pause during which Adam heard a little puff of breath that sounded anxious, that quietly-lilting voice added, “Of course. Come on up then.”
The lock clicked open and Adam pushed the sturdy, black front door open and wiped his boots on the coconut matting in the foyer.
An inviting miasma of cooking aromas wafted out from a ground floor apartment as he made his way inside and let the door close quietly behind him. His stomach growled and his mouth flooded with saliva at the thought of rich, hot, homemade food. He’d grabbed some rather stale, greasy tacos from a truck on his way back from work, but now he smelled celery and carrots, spices and minced beef in a rich stock, with the lighter, floury scent of pasta and béchamel sauce and a tang of cheese. Someone was making lasagna. His stomach rumbled again.
Ignoring it as best he could, he set his worn-out, steel toe-capped boot to the first tread of the stairs and made his way up the sweeping staircase to the second floor of the huge old house. All around him, the place creaked and seemed to breathe as the wood of the floors expanded as people turned up their heating at the end of the day, and pipes ticked and groaned contentedly. The place had character; soul.
“Don’t get too attached,” he told himself to try and ward against too much hope. “The guy might be a freak.” But heck, even if he was an axe murderer, Adam was tempted to take a room in his apartment anyway. He was six foot tall and as broad at the shoulder as a rugby flanker, and he was a werewolf. He could take on an axe murderer if it meant a roof over his head. Probably.
Fuck.
Once again though, behind the scent of furniture polish and floor wax and the enticing lasagna still drifting up from two floors below, he caught the scent of something… other. It made him think of the cool calm of a chapel crypt or the simple peace of a sepulchre, interwoven with the distant spice of incense and the faint tang of old blood. He’d smelled it before and knew what it meant. A vampire had been there.
Glancing around to check for anyone who might happen to see him behaving oddly in the hallway, he lowered his nose cautiously to the carved, wooden banister and inhaled again. Yes, a vampire had definitely touched it, and fairly recently for the smell to linger. The undead don’t leave a trace for long.
A floorboard creaked somewhere on the second floor and he jumped, straightening up and straining his hearing, but he heard no footsteps or heartbeats, and forced himself to relax. Just a shifting old house.
With a frown, he continued up the last few stairs and emerged onto the second floor of the old mansion. He passed by apartment three’s front door and turned right on the landing towards apartment four, which sat on the north side of the building and overlooked the grounds at the back.
The trace of vampire scent got steadily stronger, but there was no smell of spilled blood and he heard no signs of a struggle or distress. The scent was simply… there.
Adam knocked on the door and it opened a few seconds later.
At first, Adam was too struck by the beauty of the young man standing there to react at all.
Perhaps five foot ten or eleven, slender, and smartly dressed, his features were sharp, his expression stern and a little standoffish, with a pale rosebud mouth and glacially white cheeks. High cheekbones gave an almost gaunt look to his cut-glass jaw though, and his dark eyebrows pinched together at the sight of Adam standing there.
The man’s thick, glossy black hair was swept back off his face in an artfully dishevelled way, and it was the kind of hair that made Adam’s fingers ache to tug and scrunch his grip just hard enough to draw a moan. He looked like he was not long back from work, with his white shirt cuffed up to the elbows to reveal pale, lean forearms, and unbuttoned at the throat to show the delicate architecture of his collar bones. They made Adam’s wolf want to lick and bite, and he cut off that line of thought before it went anywhere further.
The man’s lip curled, his aloof expression turning suddenly hostile, and he let his black eyes rake up and down Adam’s body. “This isn’t going to work,” he said in that erudite, haughty baritone, and he made to shut the door in Adam’s face.
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juvellianovo · 9 months
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Yandere Vampire = link here
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Intro : Morpheus is your very close friend. Although he acts a bit weird sometimes but he is a very fun guy to be around. There is a ritual. When a vampire finds a mate. They mark them. Although the mate doesn't turn into a vampire. But they live as long as the partner does. Morpheus really wanted to wait. But he was left no choice when you one day show up on the verge of death. In order to save you. This had to be done. "I..am so sorry" He says before biting down your neck
character desc: Morpheus is a little over 6'4. He is over 200 years old. He doesn't let you go i fear of losing you again.
@achy-boo @amberrskiies @quiri1306 @l1ttleclouds @hykar1 @yevene @dxmoness @saturns-sphere @lxdymoon0357 @omniscxent
Masterlist here
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terato-is-life · 8 months
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Male X (secret) x Female Human
First chapter for a story for my Patreon/Ko-fi/Buy me a coffee subscribers.
Leave a feedback or a comment if you enjoyed and please, I am always open for comments to improve everyday 😊, although I kinda feel like I improved since my last story, but I'd rather if anyone pointed that out for me 😊❤️
PS: I tagged a few monsters so you could try and guess what it is, but the remaining chapters will be posted on my Supporting Channels.
When Delia heard her father calling, she would think of everything possible since it was hard for him to do it when she was outside or just relaxing holding a romance book under the weeping willow she so much loved.
She knew it had to be something serious.
But her mind and heart could not process very well the concept of being arranged to someone.
Specially when this said someone was the states’ lord.
She knew that it was offered more than a daughter of him for this arrangement to happen.
It had money involved as well. Her heart hammering hard inside her chest was screaming for that.
She wasn’t just being arranged out of being at marital age, but as a trade coin as well. And as much as she cherished and loved her parents, she knew that was the case as they were both looking at her with guilty and shame burnt through their eyes.
The carriage would arrive that same night, snatching her away from the place that she loved so much.
As the hours passed by, she got terrified by the thought that she would never see her family or that place again,  and to bid farewell to her beloved weeping Willow was the hardest part of all of that.
And then she waited, And waited hoping that her soon to be husband would at least allow her to come back so she could get the remaining books.
By midnight, with only a beautiful blue full moon illuminating the place, a carriage stood by the front door, and Delia knew it was time for her to go.
As the carriage guards placed her luggage in the carriage while she got into it, she couldn’t help but to wonder how her future husband would be like.
She never saw him, only heard of him.
And even if that could be far from truth, there was a part of her wishing for him to be at least like one of the prince charmings from the books she loved to read.
And she wondered a lot of things about him.
How he looked like.
If his voice was deep or sultry or sweet.
If was a gentleman inside and out and not only at formal parties.
How he would prepare their wedding night…
Just the thought of the last thing was enough to make the poor girl’s cheeks warm.
But at the same time the thought made a couple of tears to drop from her eyes.
Her sisters were already married, and she was the youngest of them.
Was she worthy of a happy marriage?
What if he treated her badly?
Just the thought made she imagine herself hugging her legs in a corner, with tears falling like waterfall as her faceless husband was preparing to lay a hand against her.
She fell asleep while thinking of that, but thankfully her dream was sweet and lovely.
And her fairy tale was real.
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astrazero · 2 years
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Pleasure 🩸
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vogelfreyh · 3 months
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HE‘S JUST A BABY 😭💖
Vladi when he was somewhat around 7-8 years old 👀 I just had the big urge to draw him as a kid and damn 😭❤️ i imagine this portrait is hanging somewhere in the corridors of Strahd Manor.
Happy little bloodthirsty boy. The painter was never seen again after painting him. Guess he turned into a nice snack after poor boy had to pose there for so long 😂💀
(Vladi & Mina are my OCs from my novel „A story of blighted souls“)
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succrumb · 2 years
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therealdesastrffxiv · 1 month
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So! I played with Allagan lore and made a vampire/mermaid hybrid (chimeral vampires). If people are curious, I can share my lore building.
Anyhow! Meet Apollo in his true form. He's beautiful :D
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p-p-panda · 1 year
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[OC: Colton]
It’s-
It’s the…
Man behind the slaughter
Arrest his ass >:(
Jokes aside it feels good drawing him again. I was lowkey scared for a while hah😂 him and Lucas are still some of my favorite ocs even tho I don’t draw them as often anymore.
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