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"Tick tock the hour approaches..."

They will tear Vladimir's long hair from my cold, dead hands. ✧ ━━ A Gift For @hemoplagued ♥

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Darkin Vlad

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Longer hair suits him imo

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Vlad in the Demon Hand minigame outro

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She’d call him Homomancer and then go “oops slip of the tongue.” and smirk

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I'm sooo unwell over them- @borbinite // @hemoplagued surprised me with this lovely lovely gift and I just had to share it with you all!! Aaaaa! Borb's design of Vlad is so soooo fun and I might get it printed and framed idk yet lolol

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Robin's breath hitched when the pin prick sensation of Vlad's fangs upon his neck grew fainter as he hesitated, "Why stop? I want you, Vladimir, please." He glanced into the mirror before he turned to look into his eyes, "All we have is each other now, and I want to be close to you, without that we have nothing. All the pain I've caused and all the agony I feel is nothing, now! And you are everything to me." His eyes twinkled softly, "I want ALL of you ... Why not?"

Vladimirs mouth plays on the as pale skin, he can feel his pulse like a drum pounding in his chest. The slightest amount of blood moving under his skin, shifting his veins with eat beat of his heart causes a tremble of excitement to curl up his back. He pauses just for a moment, a hinge of guilt as he feels the scarring of Robins neck against his mouth. Parting himself just briefly to look in the mirror to see his love. Framed in gold, white hair tossed and eyes watching him expectantly from his reflection. The need on his face, his voice bagging for him to continue. It causes the lord to hum to himself.

“Don’t speak of yourself in such a way.” He whispers, peppering his neck with kisses. “You are the delight of my world, to hear you speak so lowly of yourself brings pain to my still heart. To know such a thing can exist for me – I must cherish your presence as if your removal will be the death of me.” Another kiss, hands tracing down the mages form, feeling every curve under the flowing gown. He can see his darkness enveloping Robin, his own wicked form like tentacles and claws surrounding his love like a prey animal. Instincts begging for him to consume Robin as if he were the last meal he would ever eat. But he resists , his nose burying itself into the crook of his neck, kissing softly again as he purrs gently.

“You wish for me to stain you with my sin. Once I drink from you, I can never get enough. It will become an underlying desire of me to want to rip you apart. To taste everything you have to offer, marrow, tendons, organs. Oh – such delicacies will call for me. But I will worship you as if you are the apple of eden out of my reach. To know such, you willingly offer yourself to my wretched maw. Inviting me to drink what would be considered the most intimate way to receive the ambrosia of your life. It moves me – you will be my obsession. But in return, just as you are giving yourself to me. I will give my everything to you, until it turns to ashes and dust admist the chaos. We will be bound forever by this kiss of fangs. You accept eternity with me, it brings me… joy. Something I have not felt for a long time within my ancient bones.”

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maybe he got gum in it and had to cut it out

“Maybe I’ll cut you out.”

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“I do enjoy my long hair but it doesn’t hurt to cut it from time to time… I suppose.”

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your vlad is so tasty i want a bite

“Oh darling, such a forward response. What would my husband say ?” theres a wicked grin playing on his pale features as clawed fingers tickle the edge of a chin. “Speak like that again, my docile little doctor will find ways to make you wish death were the mercy you’d recieve. But the thought of him killing so slowly almost makes my spine tingle with anticipation.”

@witchcraftandburialdirt

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how do you top your sub

His mouth remains openly slightly for a moment before giving a devious smirk. A hint of malice in his crimson eyes as he coos sweetly. “Ever so carefully as to not break my delicate flowers petals.”

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Robin will be okay, he just needs a few minutes to readjust from the whiplash.

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fellas I'm cooking...

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This changes a lot for me

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Everyday I thank wild rift for making this guy look a bit more polished than he really is on league bc goddamn….

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Your portrait of him is beautifully monstrous at same time he continues being the snob noble man who has very little care for other people's well-being 10/10 Vlad right there

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Wahh... thank you !! I'm a bit worried that he might be too harsh to talk to, I'm trying to buff down his spite and rudeness to make him easier for interaction!! But I'm happy you think that he's good. I don't wanna scare people away with a rude rich guy for a muse JHGFHG. . . .

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quietly rummages through Vladimir’s things with the hope of not getting caught, trying to find something of ancient value—

The lord had stepped away only for a moment, just to return to his door slightly ajar. His eyes narrow as he slides through, metal tipped claws ready only to discover the young man rummaging through his things. His nose crinkles, annoyed with the intrusion - but he did admire the others boldness to go through his things.

Eventually he slinks over, looming behind the other. Watching him sift through various objects that belonged to him. Little trinkets and knacks that he had gathered over the years. Little of value - though he was amused with the mans insistence on examining every little thing. He leans down, pale hair falling over his face as he hums softly. Barely a whisper in Ezreals ear. " Find anything of value, thief ? "