#vampire lord

You're the wife of a villainous vampire lord. He is very evil, very scary, and very very feared throughout the land..

So fearful that he is currently pouting with his face pressed to your abdomen as he rants about the latest heroes who had tried to throw him off his claimed throne. All while you both cuddled on the luxurious bed in the master bedroom of his castle.

"OLD!" He grumbled, "Can you believe it? They called me- me!? They called me OLD!"

A whiny purr slipped out of him as you scratched behind his ears. He was still pouting, but your vampire husband will gladly take those lovely scratches behind the ear.

"A thousand years old isn't even THAT old for a vampire.." He continued to mutter under his breath.

"Is that why you sent them down the trash shoot specifically?" You inquired.

"Yes.."

You giggled while gently pulling his face up to press a kiss to his forehead. A louder and happier purr slipped out of him.

"If I wasn't so.. caught off guard.. I would've destroyed them.."

"I'm sure, my love."

VAMPIRE LORD X VAMPIRE HUNTER

I really love this AU plus this pose. No words can express how much I love this 2 mansters so muuuuuchhhh.🥰🥰🥰😍😍😍

Gods @burnt-by-marigolds you tagged me in this AGES ago and I only just now rummaged up enough spell slots to think of something. Hopefully this will be a nice surprise 😅 (Folks, highly recommend you check out their post; Yae as a Vampire Lord is equal parts badass and heartbreaking.)

I'll admit I was in a bad way mental health-wise when this game went around and I don't recall seeing many other posts from it. So at the risk of double-tags, sending some very gentle tags to:

@endermal @lilhumanoid @cinder-rellish181 @optimisticgrey @chaushaus @elceewunjo @spillingteanotpermitted @litsenn @theya-art @lucretiouswept @unovafarm @bladesingerlily @saylofwaterdeep @scoldingdarjeeling @alwaysmauria @et-augury @riddlerosehearts and @dramatiquechipmunk.

Answers in all forms acceptable! VP, ficlet, bullet point list, art, a picrew or other dress-up doll site, etc.

Without further ado, I introduce...

Sasha the Shallow

Legend tells of a famous courtesan who had half the men of Baldur's Gate wrapped around their finger. Miss Fortune received more marriage proposals in a tenday than most people receive in their entire lives, and they secretly thrived on the praise and infatuation.

At night, they came alive on the stage, strutting around in drag to lively tunes played by Merv, their pianist. Each morning they rose to a room perfumed by all the fresh flowers thrown onto the stage at the end of their performance.

But their life wasn't all fragrant roses and sequined gowns.

Customers were frequently violent, and Miss Fortune was tired of feeling vulnerable, of waking up with a gasp, bruises purpling their slender neck long after the john left them for dead. And then, there was the inconvenient matter of aging.

So they sought solutions. And eventually found themselves taking a little underground vacation in a coffin before clawing their way back to the surface with newfound strength, a body frozen in time, and best of all, no inconvenient need for air.

It didn't take long for their charm and wits to help them manipulate enough poor fools into helping them kill their sire so they could become a full-fledged vampire lord.

Once established as a vampire lord, many of Miss Fortune's more impulsive and negative qualities amplified. Their vanity bristled to no longer be able to see their own reflection, so they surrounded themselves with lovers and sycophants willing to shower them with praise and enable their hedonistic tendencies.

Their lair became the home of lavish, debauched parties where nearly any vice found both acceptance and an outlet for fulfillment.

And anyone who dared oppose them? Well, let's just say they didn't make it very far. Because if there's one thing Sasha the Shallow never forgot, it was the importance of keeping enough infatuated fools around to do all their dirty work. And with a face like this, darlings, can you really blame them?

by Carpet-Crawler