#vellicth

[rhapsodyandwoe]

"I do not have a type."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

[vellicth]

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VELLIOTH'S LESSONS.

To always dominate. Allow none to be your equal.

To share with others is to be weak, and to be weak is to fail... and die.

To not act in haste. A near immortal has time to plan, time to act only when others will pay the price of action.

INDIE PRIV. & SELECTIVE VAMPIRE LORD VELLIOTH FROM BALDUR'S GATE 3. Penned by Ivy. 25+.

Other BG3 blogs. @silvertiefling , @amatistafey (sideblog) , @mvstra

[estarion]

@vellicth started following you.

　　　( . . . i sense your petty, vile spirit, grandfather. worry not. i will kill the bastard. may we both soon find our peace. )

[murderreign]

*bites back* slurp

"I thought you were just going to snap my neck. Thought you didn't want to indulge me--" Serkan grins despite his rather precarious situation.

...Okay the room is spinning, maybe he should consider some spirit guardians right about now--

[selunaris]

*SUPLEXES*

For such a short man, he managed with so much ease to lift her, to slam her down hard on the floor. It winded Luna, leaving her flat on her back panting for breath, hands in front of her chest as she was still in shock.

Once the shock wore off and she caught her breath, she began to cry.

[silvertiefling]

&&. I've got like no drafts because my fingers be too quick ( and also I yeeted some or lost some because tumblr hates giving notifications ) So just a lil reminder I have opens & a wishlist & am always open to plotting, even if sometimes I'm forgetful! u can also find me on my other blogs!! BG3 SIDEBLOG: @amatistafey Other BG3 blogs: @mvstra, @vellicth

[rhapsodyandwoe]

@vellicth plotted starter

Cazador did not know what pain death was going to bring him. He did not know the panic and fear that he was going to be put through as he clawed his way out of his own grave.

He'd awoken in the simple, thin wooden coffin that he had been buried in, gasping for breath that he no longer needed. Even being aware of what was happening, his logical mind was not the one in control.

Frantically, he began to punch and claw at the coffin, paying no mind to the dirt that had begun to fall through the cracks and eventual hole he made. He ripped and clawed and tore, not paying attention to the fact that he was now strong enough to do this in the first place.

It may have been hours, it may have been days, Cazador could not tell, but eventually as he dug through the dirt and clay, his fingers felt the dull cold of fresh air. The exhaustion of the digging left him as there was newfound strength at the promise of freedom from his grave.

Finally, he pulled himself out of the ground, crawling through the dirt on his hands and knees as he gasped and hacked out thick, black muck and dirt from his throat and lungs. His hand gripped at his chest, and he could not feel the beat of his heart.

His skin was so cold.

Gasping once again for air he did not need, black hair caked with dirt falling in straggly strings around his face, he sunk back onto his heels and coughed before trying to speak.

"V-Vellioth...?" He called out for his teacher, his sire, his Master, feeling a sudden and violent pang of hunger gripping into his chest and stomach like he'd never felt before. "It hurts...."

[rhapsodyandwoe]

✏️ - @vellicth

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Vellioth: As top in this relationship, I think we should- Cazador: I can't believe you're pulling rank on me.

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Vellioth: Cazador, you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right? Cazador, naked in Vellioth's bed: No, I absolutely do not. Vellioth, already taking off their clothes: Fuck... Me neither.

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Cazador: Fight me! Vellioth: *gets on one knee and pulls out a ring* Vellioth: Fight me for the rest of our lives.

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[rhapsodyandwoe]

ur only type should be my, ur creator and master - vel xoxo

@vellicth

"I don't have to listen to you anymore, you know, I'm my own Lord and Master these days... Master..."

Not like his type is based on his creator and master to begin with....

[murderreign]

Serkan would just give a little hum, finally giving in and letting his eyes slip shut. He's almost immediately out cold.

He's not sure how long it's been when he finally begins to stir. The room didn't have light for him to be able to judge, but he's sure it's been at least a few hours. He's alive though, so that's a good sign in his book. Vellioth had let him sleep, as he said he would.

As he pushes himself up a little, the room isn't spinning anymore and he feels better than before at least. White eyes glance around the room, looking for the vampire. "Vellioth...?" He mumbles, sleep still clouding his voice.

HOW VERY ANTI-CLIMACTIC thought Vellioth as he watched the young man's eyes fall shut as his head tilted sideways, giving him more access to his neck.

A pity that things would end here, but he was satiated enough for the night - his other, less important hungers, could wait.

He pulled back, stroking the man's hair once more.

"Of course. Take a small nap, then we can resume," he agreed, though inwardly he knew it was likely to be far more than a small nap.

But that was alright. They had all the time in the world - and even if Serkan only woke when day broke, he had no problems satiating his needs then. This castle was dark enough, and Vellioth's room was proofed against the sun.

[rhapsodyandwoe]

@selunaris, @demonwebs, @vellicth

[silvertiefling]

ASK | BIO | RULES | VERSES | HEADCANONS Some people survive in chaos, and that is how they grow. Some people thrive in chaos, because chaos is all they know. Katya, Werewolf/Tiefling BG3 OC Penned by Ivy (25+). 21+ and Mutuals Only. Semi-selective & Private.

BG3 SIDEBLOG: @amatistafey Other BG3 blogs: @mvstra, @vellicth

[rhapsodyandwoe]

Cazador let out a sound of relief as Vellioth finally released him and he was able to straighten up once more, though he can't quite shake the pleasure that the ache in his shoulder causes him.

He knew exactly the game that Vellioth was playing. Though now, Cazador had a century or more on his former Master, which came with strength and power he didn't have before.

The Vampire Lord knew better than to let his guard down around the Martinet, however. A disciplinarian Vellioth may be, but his silver tongue wooed more than a few right into his clutches, Cazador among them...

When he was young, foolish, believing that Vellioth meant to teach him and train him to rule by his side, not to eventually kill his own Master and take his place. He had gained so much when he had killed Vellioth, but he had also lost something he'd been chasing these two centuries...

It didn't take them long to reach the master bedroom, the decor greatly changed since Vellioth's time. A large four poster bed took centerpiece, with deep wine-red satin sheets and a plethora of pillows. In the corner was a large, black marble bath set into the floor.

"Shall I call in a servant to draw a bath for you? Or do you expect me to do that for you, Master?" He hisses the title out between clenched teeth, gesturing with a hand towards the bath.

" YOU WERE ALWAYS A CHEEKY ONE," he sighed, but unhanded him none the less, stepping back and wiping his hand on his already dirty pants.

Cazador had always been his favourite, but sometimes the man truly didn't know his place - and perhaps that sass, that defiance is what made him so delicious in the first place. He couldn't wait to see what else he could bring out of the younger vampire.

" Come now, to the master bedroom... and a bath. I feel filthier by the minute and you need some retraining."

He needed to wash up after several hundred years of being dead once more - and what better way than bathing and making Cazador watch was there to tease his pupil?

[fleshcarverfugitive]

It was bound to come out eventually.

Cazador knew - obviously - so now too did Vellioth. Or, at least, he'd guessed as such. A correct guess. Though she was quite bad at hiding her affection for the white haired Spawn.

There had been no need to hide it recently, after all.

"And what of it?" She raised an eyebrow, "If I am?"

The thought of Cazador taken by Astarion almost made her gag, though she managed to keep such repulsion an inside thought rather than allowing it escape as freely as her affection.

"His studies?"

Amalica seemed just a bit surprised at the explanation from Vellioth, "I didn't think Cazador had the brains for that. Colour me surprised."

"Was he a wizard?" She questioned, "He'd have the arrogance required for it." Sorry, Gale.

A SMALL SMIRK PULLED AT his lips as he heard her snort at the mention of Cazador's journal. It seems he had not been the only one acquainted with it. What a pity. Ah well, at least that meant someone else had seen the odd thoughts that had come from his pupils mind.

" He did seem quite taken with the boy... as do you," he murmured, pointing out the obvious.

The woman clearly had a soft spot for Cazador's spawn, the one that seemed to look uncannily like Vellioth. What an interesting turn of events.

A spawn of their line had not only met, but fallen and love with someone? Though that was jumping to conclusions - this girl could be delusional for all he knew and in love with him one-sidedly.

" Powerful magic indeed. A curious thing he likely picked up from his studies. Not something I ever imagined he would use to preserve me ... but alas, here I am."

[murderreign]

He mentally cursed himself for letting himself get lost in the feeling and let him take so much that now he was being deprived of what he wanted for longer.

But fine. He'd rather not feel like lead during it either, he wants to touch. Fuck don't think about it right now, not when you can't.

It doesn't help his case, when he feels those cold lips against his skin again and reflexively tilts his head.

"Maybe... just a little." He mumbles. He could sleep a little bit, and hopefully feel a bit better when he woke up. He truly didn't have any intention of sleeping here at all when he'd agreed to follow him, because he didn't trust it enough but now? He didn't quite have the energy to think about that much.

MORTALS WERE PERPLEXING and a tribute to their own need for physical affection. It was an odd thing to see - even after being alive for so long, it still blew him away how some of them behaved.

"Impatient, are we not?" he chuckled softly, continuing to card his fingers through Serkan's hair as the man tried to collect himself.

"I shall be here when you wake, do not fret. You will get what was promised to you."

Though with anymore pushing and Vellioth was going to take him anyway, tired or not. The way the man fought to stay awake, fought to heal himself - just to lay with him. It was cute, endearing in a way that a small animal was.

But more than that, it made a different type of hunger grow and he could not resist the urge to press his cool lips to the crook of Serkan's neck, up to his jaw, barely brushing the skin with his touch.

[murderreign]

His head is absolutely swimming as Vellioth picks him up, the room seeming to move in slow motion which causes something akin to a giggle to escape the clerics lips.

"S'fine. You... you tasted Bhaal y'know. His... blood is my blood... even if he took the power back." Serkan mumbles as he's laid down on the bed. He's clearly trying to fight off the creeping loss of consciousness.

No, he didn't want to rest. They hadn't even gotten started. A soft whine escapes his lips before he mumbles something in Infernal, those white eyes glowing a soft green for just a moment as the wound on his neck visibly heals.

It's enough to keep him from passing out, but not enough to get rid of that feeling of heaviness that had settled over him.

"See... I can fix myself." He could do it again, and again if needed. He just needed a second to collect himself again to cast it.

HE DOESN'T MEAN TO take it so far, but something about Serkan's blood tasted even better than it smelled, and who was he to say no when he was offered such sweet and willing ambrosia? The nectar of the gods was made for him and him alone at this moment and it wasn't until Serkan spoke again that he realized he had lost control.

Had gotten sloppy.

He had indulged in many meals after awakening once more, but those had just been to stay alive - this was different. And he had lost control for it. He would have to work on that.

" Ah, my apologies, sweet one..." he murmured softly after pulling his fangs out of Serkan's throat and licking the wound.

He kept his grip on the man however, feeling how slack he was and how close to passing out and quickly scooped him up bridal style, moving to lay him on the silken sheets and brush his hair away from his neck so it wouldn't stick to the healing wound.

"I am afraid I have taken... a little too much, rest. We can have our fun later."