#curse that sexy vampire

[balfazuar]

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[heybiji]

dandelion casually dropping traumatic information while insisting that instead of killing the problem wizard they simply burn his tongue

[preciouslittle-bhaalbabe]

I started thinking about the fact that Astarion moans into the players mouth when kissing and now I'm a puddle on the floor ;w;

[alteredsilicone]

Archimedean Albrecht

Did not want him to be a clone of his 1999 counterpart so I gave him a warm skin tone and made his outfit an amalgam of Loid's and his own (can you spot the influences lel?).

[gmbencompetence]

I comissioned an artist, Hunnybear, to make art of Count Strahd that I could use to promote my professional GMing. Man oh man, did he ever deliver. 😍 I am absolutely in love with this. 💜

(Also, feel free to check out said GMing here!)

[heavensickness]

Btw i conducted an "experiment" in ts4 by putting all occults in a house with all lot challenges on & the fastest one that killed ALL OF THEM except for the vampire was mold. An idea for you guys if you want your sims to die by living in a fucked up house

[actuallybestrpgideas]

On one hand Strahd is not supposed to be a sexy vampire he's meant to be a creepy old man hitting on women less than half his age but on the other hand some art I see is very good 👌

[songs-ofa-dyingbird]

I like the idea of being a vampire because of the inherent guilt of eating.

Something you must do to survive, yet you have to hurt someone to do it. You don’t get a choice. Even if they let you, even if they give you permission you still have to hurt them. They will still bleed.

You’ll be shunned for this thing you have to do, you don’t get a choice. Their life is more valuable than yours. You are just a monster after all.

[fangsandfeels]

Going through all the ascended Astarion stories, where Tav either breaks up with him and reconnects years later, bringing the messiest “divorced couple” vibe along, or becomes his spawn and ends up being completely miserable and at the complete mercy of the vampire lord, I got a vision.

(Short outline: spawn!Tav goes to Avernus to avoid being trapped in a relationship, badassery, horrors, and deep existential issues ensue. Full description of the cringe can be found below)

- Tav agrees to be turned into Spawn by Astarion, ignoring the red flags because they really wanted to believe him and didn’t want to leave him alone. However, after they do, they get slapped with way too many red flags in the face (the “as long as you remember who you belong to” phrase during the second encounter with Araj, the command to shut up after mentioning Cazador’s name, the deceptive reasoning behind why he isn’t making them a full vampire), Tav grows very aware of eternity that awaits them after they defeat the Netherbrain. And it terrifies them. They understand that they don't want to find out what being his consort means. They are no longer sure about anything.

- When Karlach starts burning, Tav talks her out of it and jumps on the opportunity to go to Avernus with her  (and Wyll), before Astarion gets to react and use compulsion on them. They aren't sure it would work, but it does. Small mercies.

- Between fighting off Zariel’s hordes and getting used to their new condition, Tav goes through heartbreak, oscillating between being angry with Astarion to missing him to feeling sorry for themselves. It's a cycle of angst and mental gymnastics, interrupted by battles and stirring trouble in the Hells.

- Ultimately, Tav reflects on the choices and actions that led them to this path. And when they find a way to fix Karlach’s heart, making it possible for her to go to Faerun for good, Tav chooses to stay in the Hells. Not even because they aren’t eager to confront Astarion and get controlled by him, but because they feel they belong there. Cazador might have planned the ritual, and Astarion might have completed it, but it was them who helped him do it -- they can be angry at Astarion all they want, they can tell themselves it's no longer him. They can spend years guessing whether he really wanted it, whether he is happy or not right now. Maybe they did fail him. It all doesn’t matter. They are as guilty for condemning these souls to suffering in the Hells. So, the question is: what will they do about that?

- Basically, a story that doesn’t necessarily have anything to do with Astarion, and is mostly focused on a vampire spawn Tav, who navigates hellish landscapes, occasionally helping whatever poor souls they can, learning sad stories of victims who got lured into horrible deals, musing on existential questions and wondering how should they take their life when their luck runs out on them, and they get captured by Archdevils.

- While they avoid signing any contracts or any deals and focus on honing their skills and new vampiric abilities, they do seek ways to modify their body, so they could increase their chances for survival (yes, I freaking love Vampire Hunter D: Bloodlust, how can you tell?).

- For an extra Divine Comedy (and angsty) flavor, Tav talks to an imaginary Astarion (the one they remember so fondly before his Ascension) -- the habit that started from a random “what the Astarion I knew would have said about this?” thought and kinda became a way to stay sane in this place.

[balfazuar]

Vladdy

[prokopetz]

I think my favourite of the traditional vampiric weaknesses – albeit not one which appears in every source – is "being exceptionally flammable". Don't get me wrong, the textual justifications which are offered for it in modern fiction are often fascinating: "fire is the embodiment of purification and vampires are the embodiment of corruption"; "fire is the light of civilisation and vampires are cursed forever to lurk beyond the campfire's circle" – these are all fun ideas to play with. However, this does not change the fact that your sexy vampire getting poked with a burning stick and immediately going up like a trashbag full of gasoline is in fact extremely funny.

[eldrichthingy]

it's so funny to me how mc can endure a horrific transformation in one night and wake up hours later and just. be fucking normal and go with their day like nothing happened

[ursaspecter]

⬜️ moon-moon4w00-deactivated

It's super problematic and you should be ashamed for ever liking it. Humans asking their lycan partners to turn them because they think it'll help them "bear the curse" is just disgusting and a gross misunderstanding of what being a werewolf is actually like. No one would ever choose this life. I've literally never met anyone who has, and I'm convinced anyone saying otherwise is a liar. If I had the choice I would have never done it.

🍖 roadkill-meatloaf Follow

That may be true for early iterations of the trope, but in recent years lycans using it far outnumbers the humans using it. Also last time I checked some of the first writers to use the trope are werewolves now. I think one is a werebear actually. And they love it. We don't live in the dark ages anymore. There are resources to help us now and we don't have to hide in shame. I think anyone who genuinely wants to be in this community should be allowed to.

Source: My girlfriend turned me because I did my research and I asked her nicely because I'm sexy like that.

⬜️ moon-moon4w00-deactivated

You're a freak and a degenerate and bring a bad name to all lycans.

🐾 superhowllock Follow

What about when you doxxed knotexplosion for the crime of *checks notes* being a fursuiter. Did that not bring a bad name to lycans?

🌜 impawssible Follow

THEY DEACTIVATED

Anyway, part of lycan acceptance is also accepting if and when people want to become one. No one bats an eye when humans say they want to be a vampire, so why should being a lycanthrope be any different? Both have their pros and cons obviously but so does being a human. Everyone has problems now let's go get you some fruit.

🦴 pupperoni Follow

Wait we can still eat fruit??? I've been avoiding it like the plague because I thought it was bad for us.

🌜 impawssible Follow

In all seriousness, in my experience just follow guides on what's safe to feed dogs and you'll be good. Now go eat a pineapple.

🌜 impawssible Follow

WAIT-

[enzomancer]

I am 4,000 words deep into writing a long form fic of this event and I fully expect that only 3 of you sickos will actually read it, but nonetheless it’s imminent, I have put so much thought and effort into it, and you know what? It’s not even that explicit, it’s mostly internal monologue, but if you enjoy Strahd being sexy and also Actually Quite Bad, I guess keep a look out for that, because it’s coming

There was something different about Escher...

In what we’ve been referring to as “The Incident,” my Curse of Strahd character, Lorenzo (dhampir wizard) hooked up with Strahd's consort Escher after a lengthy period of pining.

It was a strange, serendipitous meeting. Lorenzo had used a fly spell to go off on his own and brood in the woods, when he happened across Escher, who had been keeping tabs on the party.  They chatted, they fed together, things got steamy. 

The catch is that Escher was possessed by Strahd the whole time.

 (Additional context/campaign notes/Tome of Strahd and Amber Temple spoilers after break)

…so, Lorenzo is currently under the effect of two (2) dark gifts/curses acquired in the Amber Temple, one being the Gift of Vampyr which he has yet to consummate.   The other… well, he used his True Seeing boon one too many times, and now he has scales, crazy high CON and a sadistic streak.  The Amber Temple is a dangerous place for a character with an inferiority complex, deep emotional wounds and low WIS. 

Our party fled Barovia to Darkon to see if we could find a safe place for Ireena to lay low while we figured out how to deal with Strahd.  Ludmilla and Volenta accompanied us, as they are invested in protecting Ireena and have decided to support the party’s efforts to deal with Strahd.  

Of course, Strahd can’t leave Barovia himself so he would have to send someone after us to get Ireena back. That loyal, disposable someone was Escher.  Escher, wearing a magic circlet that allowed Strahd to possess him.

The party had spent the evening reading from the Tome of Strahd, when they reached the chapter where Strahd sacrificed his dear friend Alek Gwilym in order to secure his immortality from Vampyr.  Lorenzo had been deeply conflicted about accepting his own deals, as he doesn’t want to lose the rest of the party as allies by killing one of them while Strahd remains an existential threat.  The mental effects of the curses have corroded both his sense of self and his relationship to the party and sent him spiraling. Lorenzo knew he’d have to explain himself when they reached the chapter detailing Strahd’s deal, but what he didn’t bargain for was how loud and insistant Vampyr’s urging to kill would become. 

When Rémy, the party’s cavalier and wielder of the sun sword, confronted Lorenzo about what they’d seen in the book and the terms of Lorenzo’s own deal, Vampyr’s voice in Lorenzo’s head commanded him to act fast and kill Rémy. Lorenzo cast Fly and flew off into the night to resist The Urge.

I thought that would be the end of the session, but @tea-with-eleni had me roll a perception check to realize Lorenzo was being observed.  By Escher, who Lorenzo has been trying to score with since very early in our game.  There were hints, there were blatant red flags (Escher was wearing a magical circlet, for one!), but Lorenzo had taken leave of his senses many sessions ago and hooking up with Escher was a perfect way to dodge the crushing weight of his bad decisions and the persisting urge to kill his friends. 

He knew, and I as a player knew, that *something* was up, and Escher had some kind of angle, but the possibility of Escher being possessed by Strahd all along simply did not cross my mind, or Lorenzo’s. Strahd can’t leave Barovia, right?

In the morning, Escher was gone and Lorenzo returned to camp. He knew something was off. He told Ludmilla that he’d seen Escher in the woods and they’d fed together. Ludmilla went rigid and gut-punched him with the news that Strahd was probably piloting Escher as a thrall and the party was in imminent danger. 

Shortly thereafter, Strahd!Escher lead a troop of undead on the camp. Lorenzo banished Escher in the hopes of saving him, but that only bought the party time to finish off the other undead since Darkon is on the same plane as Barovia.  When Escher reappeared, Lorenzo swiped the control circlet with mage hand and Escher collapsed.  After deliberating, and coming to the conclusion that there was no way to save Escher and he was going to be a threat as long as he was around, the party killed Escher. 

Now Lorenzo has to live with not only Escher’s death and the consequences of his curses, but the fact that he shared a night of passion with none other than Strahd von Zarovich.  

(for the record, Strahd rolled over 20 for his How Good is the Sex roll, a fact that couldn't possibly have ramifications on Lorenzo's already porous psyche)

thanks for reading, and hope you enjoyed baby's first dirty picture, this one really pushed my figure drawing skills lol

[simjaexy]

this is so random but I've been thinking about vampire sunghoon who's in a marriage with benefits with vampire reader (the benefits being safety so they can pretend like a normal human couple blah blah). but the main thing is they don't really like eachother and always at eachothers thoughts. and uk rough mean sex because omg they HATE eachother and cannot stay away from eachother so they just FUCK and imagine them both switching trying to accert dominance but both are equally strong so it's a tough fight. GOD I NEED TO READ THIS!

Omg I love that:

Warning: Blood, MINORS DNI!!!

You and Sunghoon never liked each other, even when getting married so you guys wouldn’t be assumed of something not human. To you guys, it felt more like a prison sentence than actual love. Despite your constant bickering, whispers of hatred towards each other, you guys still end up naked in bed together after a steamy sex session.

“F-Fuck you!” You hissed at Sunghoon who was currently sucking your bud. He let out a scoff and licked your folds, you felt your orgasm coming faster than expected and kicked harshly at Sunghoons back. Your strong force turning Sunghoon on even more.

Your orgasm came when you let out a slutty moan and threw your head back, wrapping your legs tightly around Sunghoon as he licked your wet juicy folds. You whimpered when he nuzzled his tongue on your hole. You really hated how good he makes you feel.

Your legs unlocked him causing him to stand up with a lick of his lips. You covered your eyes with your slim arms, your sharp fangs showing making Sunghoon feel some type of way. He smirked, but that didn’t last long when you pulled him down, harshly kissing him.

He moaned into the kiss, entering his wet tongue inside your mouth. You both fight for dominance, but it was harder than Sunghoon expected. He knew you wouldn’t out up without a fight. You noticed Sunghoon was so focused on getting dominance that you decided to distract him.

You let go one of your arms from his neck and stroked his cloth dick. He let out a low moan and grind down on your hand. You smirked and bit his lip causing him to yelp, blood dripping on his lip. He cursed and stared at you, your eyelashes fluttering teasingly. God he wanted to punish you.

Your eyes turned a crimson red staring at his bloody lips and grabbed him once again to give him a kiss. He hummed when he suddenly felt you sucking on his bloody lips. You felt him grind on your wet open pussy. You moaned in amusement.

“Really want my pussy that bad?” You teased. Sunghoon growled and let go of you. He stripped off his pants and boxers revealing his hard dick. You smirked and opened your pussy with your two index fingers, Sunghoon snapped.

He didn’t waste as second plunging his girthy dick inside of you. You screamed with warning and tightly wrapped your arms around him. He fucked you shallow and deep making your eyes roll back, tongue lolling out. Sunghoon grinned seeing you crumble just from his dick.

But that feeling left as fast as it came when you bit his neck harshly. He groaned in pain and gripped your hips tightly, “Wanna ride you.” You moaned. His thick eyebrows furrowed. You found it beyond sexy seeing him so frustrated that you can talk without stuttering.

“And why would I let you do that?” He asked. You glared watching his lips twitch to a grin. You sighed and grind on his wet dick, he let out a sigh in pleasure. Your wet pussy sucking him in.

“Don’t you wanna feel me deeper?” You whispered. Sunghoon didn’t say anything, instead wrapped his hand around your neck, “Then you better fucking obey me.” He rasped out. You smiled and nodded.

He took his still hardened dick out causing you to whimper and switched position with you. You excitedly positioned his dick at your entrance and slowly sunk down. You moaned and gripped his chest, his smirk never faltering. That was gonna go away soon.

You began bouncing on his dick, his tip hitting all the right spots. You bit your lip, trying to quiet your moans. But God did it feel good when your on his dick. It curved just right. Sunghoon gripped your waist, letting out low curses, “Shit, just like that.” He moaned.

That’s when you suddenly stopped making Sunghoon frown, “I didn’t tell you to stop?” He said. You smiled innocently, “Well I wanted too.” You smiled. Sunghoon eyes darken at where you’re getting at. You slowly grind on his dick, making intense eye contact with him.

“What the fuck are you doing.” He snapped. As much as he loved you grinding on his dick, he wanted to see your tits bouncing while you ride his dick. You hummed and continued doing it, testing his patience.

“Do I not feel good like this Hoonie?” You asked. You knew he didn’t like when you called him that. Tilting your head to the side revealing your neck. You saw his eyes avert his gaze to your neck. You let out a gasp when he suddenly pulled you down and bit at your neck.

You screamed and suddenly felt him fucking into your tight pussy, “Oh god!- Hng!-“ You cried out. It felt so damn good, your orgasm close. You tried matching his pace, but with his arms wrapped around you and your hips in no better position, it was monstrous.

“G-Gonna cum!” You whimpered. Sunghoon breathed out and slapped your ass. His hand print definitely leaving a mark. You came on his dick with your eyes rolling back and your mouth agape. Sunghoon gave three more snaps before cumming inside you.

You both panted harshly as Sunghoon took out his dick. You laid flat on your back still breathing uneven. Sunghoon laid beside you, but his breathing turned back to normal. He stared over at you before smirking, “Looks like I’m still the dominant one.” He said.

You looked over at him and gave him a peck, “You may be the dominant one, but I’m always the one that does it better.” You smiled. As much as that crushed somewhat of Sunghoon ego, he couldn’t agree more.

[orcboxer]

vampires gotta drink blood to survive but prion disease is still a risk. their bodies and minds may be immortal, but not immutable. you encounter a vampire estimated to be fourteen hundred years old, and there's just...so little left of them.

they live in abandoned sheds, dusty attics, dilapidated sewer tunnels, anywhere that won't expose them directly to the sunlight. peering out from the shadows you can see the gaunt face filled with needle-like fangs, and those hollow, twitching eyes searching your features, trying to determine if you are Prey or Not Prey. the only thing they can still recognize. technically they're still alive, yes, but the person they once were died a slow, painful death trapped in that skull.

it takes your balance first, makes your gait unsteady and erratic. then comes the emotional instability, the sudden fits of laughter as common as the bursts of anger. then come the tremors, a constant uneven rumbling that you can feel even now as the ancient vampire rattles the floorboards in the other room. you've seen an old one hunt before. there's no grace to it, no deadly efficiency, it's a frantic, messy affair, all flailing, crawling limbs and gnashing teeth.

when you were turned, you were excited to live forever young and beautiful and sexy and mysterious but in this moment, staring at the withered hand slithering out from the darkness behind the cracked doorway, you remember why they call it a curse