#dex.ask

[dracwife]

✉️ + astarion ;3

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✉️ - a letter, sent and received.

"Oh, dear," the vampire chides. He holds the envelope up to the light, hoping for even a glimpse of what may be written on the parchment inside. Even with his inhuman senses, it was to no avail, and he sighs, flipping it back to the front, where his name lay scratched in ink messily onto the paper.

He looks around again, at all of the sleeping figures that lay in camp and he shakes his head, standing from his rather comfortable position by the fire, taking another look and failing to find the one person he so desperately wished to.

He tucks the note into a small pocket on his belt; He figures he knows what's written in it anyways. He sets out, following the fading footprints in the dirt and the familiar scent that even now lingers on his own clothes, his own skin. A hunter above all, he tracks his prey rather easily -- something he is hesitant to gloat about, rather he figures it was their intent for him to find them so easily, deep down.

"What ever do you think you're doing?"

Il-Morruirí is not startled by his words. They turn from where they walk, hand still lifted against the lower branches of one of the forest's trees.

"Didn't you read my message?"

"Absolutely not."

Morr does, however, seem dumbfounded by this. Their eyes, reflective emerald in the moonlight fall, feathers that dust the back of their shoulders ruffle. They run a artificially-clawed hand through raven hair.

"I can't stay. I'm a danger. To everyone. To you."

Astarion scarcely contains his laugh, but mocking disappointment still seeps through his words:

"Oh, please Darling, so am I. I bite, you know."

Morruirí scoffs, turning his back to the rogue again and continues walking. The other is by his side quickly, an arm trapping him from further movement.

"You can't just leave. Not like this, not now."

"Why not? I -- I have to, don't you understand?"

"Understand what? Your silly little demon problem? You've got to be joking -- half that camp has some sort of demonic pact to be broken. If we can help them, I -- we can help you too."

"I'm not like them. My powers are dangerous, more than whatever their demons can conjure. If I were to lose control at the wrong time, I could..." They trail off, and close their eyes, "I can't take that risk."

They duck underneath Astarion's arm, and continue their trek, grunting as they kick their way through tangling vines, the wraps around their feet providing little to no protection against the harshest of fauna.

The vampire's brows furrow, and he huffs as he continues after them again. He shakes his head, shouts finally in a last ditch effort to stop them.

"You're being terribly selfish, you know!"

They stop. Turn.

"What?"

"You. You're being totally, completely selfish. You can't just become our friend, promise to help, and turn around and leave without telling anyone. You can't lead us on, can't just --" he pauses, holds his tongue for the words he wants to truly speak. He stumbles over his next few in return, "Make us care about you, and then disappear. It's not fair. It's not fair to me."

Morr's expression falls, falls to something beyond frustration. Sadness, pain. Then morphs into something else -- realization.

"I didn't think you'd follow me. I didn't know you..." They pause.

"Well, I do," Astarion replies promptly, surely.

Morr stays silent for a moment, then takes a step towards him.

"If I stay now, I can't promise I won't leave later. If I become too much a danger --"

"Yes, yes, we'll cross that bridge when we avoid it entirely."

Morr almost smiles, "You're ever the charmer, aren't you?"

"So you'll come back, then?"

Morr nods, "For now."

Astarion closes the distance between them, fingers tilting their head up just enough to lean in. His nose brushes theirs, his fangs flash a smile.

"Good Darling, because I wasn't planning to give you up so easily, anyways."

[dracwife]

screenshotting so it doesnt show up in the freak tag but like. 1) not what i said. 2) did you watch the video her point is "its nuanced and its pointless fandom online shit go touch grass" which is so not the case. maybe at one point when spaces could be curated to adults or to fandoms specifically but in the current age where a few handful of sites hold the majority of users and content and there is no way to separate adult users from the young/minors or by fandom with the way we consume social media so actually its really pretty simple its not as nuanced and grey as you think it is. believe it or not, its fucking gross to condone or just pretend to not see (even if you dont "support" it directly but rather overlook it as "harmless") shit like abuse and incest and pedophilia bc its "fictional" and "doesnt affect you" in any place, ever, regardless actually! and pretending like theres any grey area about posting, or rather being complacent within a community that does actively condone and/or post as though they do, that kind of behavior is gross. maybe at one time it could be considered normal fandom wank nonsense but like the way the internet and fandom culture and media consumption has dominated a majority of the social media userbase and more generally most people's lives outside the internet its not really just "well just stop looking and go outside its not harming anyone" or "youre just here to argue online with kids" anymore. this shit does and will continue to affect people and especially victims i dont care if you are complacent or actively not advocating against it ur a part of the problem. massive L actually. bye

[dracwife]

Idk if ur still taking them but 🩸 and 🤝 for Astarion! Hope ur well :o) -hamsterwife

thank u ! hope ur evening is going well : ]

🩸 - "is that blood?" + 🤝 - "let me help you, please."

"Darling, for as mysterious a creature as you put yourself out to be, you are not very subtle."

"What does that mean?"

Astarion scoffs, fingers curling gently into the hair of his lover, carding through the raven locks, taking a particular care and gentleness at each knotted tangle that lay on the underside of the sorcerer's mane.

"It means, my dear, your heart could simply not beat any louder."

"Well, that's really no fault of mine, is it? You and your vampiric hearing, and whatnot. Is it an elf thing as well?"

"Dearest, you are an elf."

"Ah, half-elf, and perhaps in a different life. This body does not perceive the world anymore in ways that you are familiar with, I assure you. I've no better hearing than the human spirit that still lingers clouded in my heart this evening. And so it has been as such for many years," they shift in the rogue's lap, sitting slightly more up-right so that their back may lean against the other's chest, "Until it vacates my mind completely, I've not a single advantage over the average human senses."

"A roundabout way to admit you're growing old, love."

"Maybe so. But what, pray tell, draws your attention so close to me now? I can guess my heart flutters no more or less on the average night with you."

"I'm just --"

"Hungry?"

"Parched. The hunger never subsides, as you well know by now."

Il-Mourruirí's head falls gently to the side as the ponder, though the longer they sit that way the more Astarion wonders himself if it is more or less an invitation. The fire crackles and snaps as the thought crosses his mind, nearly assuaging him there in the cool eve. The distant, but steady breathing of the rest of the dozing group stops him. Perhaps it is not the place. He feels then, a strange sensation worming -- quite literally -- its way into his mind. And shortly after, a voice, dripping with that strange accent and cadence that he has grown so fond of.

"Let me help you."

A hand, the hand of his lover snakes around the back of his own neck, pulling him just a tad closer in his moment of hesitation, an explicit invitation now, a plead, even. Perhaps just a taste --

But he stops himself as his breath fans their neck, fangs bared. His teeth drag across their skin, but do not break it. Instead, he places a gentle kiss just below the beating of their pulse. Though he retains his composure upright, his hands pull then just a little bit closer, fingers tug just a little harder at their hair.

They sigh, and roll off of him, disappearing much to Astarion's dispair; But they return after a moment, and produce a small bottle, unlabelled and dark.

"Is that...?"

"Blood."

"Where did you get it?"

"I must keep some secrets, you know, or else it's no fun. I am, after all, a 'creature of mystery,' I believe is how you said it?"

"Perhaps it's for the better, then."

They press a kiss to the top of his head, where wild silver curls after a long day of travel and fighting, mumbling something of "Perhaps it is," before retreating to their shared tent.

Astarion looks at the bottle, then towards the tent.

"Ah," he finally sighs, uncorking the thing, "Best not look a gift Worg in the mouth."

[dracwife]

i just have to say i adore your blog. i hope you’re having a good day!! ❤️🦇

and just for fun, i ask, have you read the original dracula? :)

thank uuuu!!! that means a lot to me ❤️‍🩹 i hope your day is going well too :3c

to answer your question, yes i have read it! though it was a very long time ago and one of those like, free ebooks you get on a reader. i recently got a nice hardcover copy actually with gold guilding, so im slowly reading through again when i get the spare time at work<3

[dracwife]

IS THAT THE ONE PERSON WHO GOT INTO A CAR ACCIDENT??! NO WAYYYY

APPARENTLY IM LOSING MY MIND THIS IS ALL THE SAME PERSONNNNN!!!!!

[dracwife]

Pretty sure the art-tracer also race-fakes.

ASSUMING this is the person i think it is, i remember that also! iirc they claimed to be mixed/poc but. if you look at their old art their self inserts were all.... definitely white. until they like changed brands and pretended to be poc. i dont remember as much as i know some other people do, though so please do not take my word on that.

[dracwife]

buppies say hello and wish you have a nice day for yourself

i love the puppies. give them pets for me they are so precious.

[dracwife]

if dracula hates you why does he have a picture of you with heart stickers around it on his desk

[dracwife]

vampire bf who's kissing ur neck and his fangs get caught on your hair somehow. vampire bf who will smear a little bit of blood on your nose or cheek with his thumb with a playful smile like its cute. vampire bf who wants a kiss on his bite mark from when he was turned.

augh. uuuuouuugh.

vampire boyfriend who comes up to you silently and suddenly his arms are around you. vampire boyfriend who tucks his head into your neck knowing you trust him and smiling. vampire boyfriend who likes to carry you around as though you weigh nothing, just for fun and to hear you laugh. VAMPIRE BOYFRIEND!!!!!!!!!

[dracwife]

✨ with any of your draccys

✨ - "you look...nice."

His knuckles rap on the door gently.

"Are you ready, my love?"

The door opens as he is about to knock again, and though it doesn't surprise him, he pulls his cloak closer around his chest.

"Yes," Ambroży smiles, "I am."

The Count is taken aback, had his heart beat, he figures it would have skipped a few. He was not a man that did not have a prompt response at the ready often, in fact quite the opposite: But his general elegant way with words seemed completely lost on himself in that moment. His eyes fall from his beloved's face, down the tailored shirt, cuffs rolled just enough to expose their forearms, overcoat draped over his shoulders, down, the outfit a recent gift from nobody else but the Count himself. They tuck a lock of their hair, which shines especially dark in the low glow of their chambers' fireplace.

"Vlad?"

"You look...Nice."

Ambroży giggles, "All this time, and not once have I ever seen you speechless."

The Count snaps back to himself, and grins softly, deceptively with a bow of his head, a desperate attempt to retain his composure.

"Ah, but my dearest, you always leave me breathless. Besides: I suppose there must be a first for everything," he holds out an arm, "Now come, we have an Opera to catch."

[dracwife]

🤝 & 💤 from the emoji asks :)

🤝 - "let me help you, please." + 💤 - "sleep well." / carrying them to bed.

Ambroży feels the fingers that flitter down their spine, but scarcely register it. Their head nods unceremoniously, and they hum something of an acknowledgement.

"It is terribly late, my dear."

"Is it?"

The Count chuckles lowly, fangs glimmering in the low light of the fire. He watches as the other curls up just slightly more, arms wrapped around their knees, book long forgotten, crumpled pages pressed against the arm of the chair and against their knees.

"Aren't you tired?"

Ambroży's head shakes slowly -- it was fairly clear they hadn't quite processed the question, just merely responded out of habit, so attentively had they listened to Dracula's voice for so long that anymore they needn't even really listen anymore to hear him, in some sense.

The Count's tongue flicks from between a sharp-toothed grin, a chiding Tsk the loudest sound that echoes off of the castle's stone walls.

"Let me help you, please," he offers lowly, hands hovering just above the other's form, waiting as always for permission.

Ambroży makes some kind of dazed noise again, but relaxes, the book sliding from between themselves and the chair, allowing the Count an opportunity to flatten the pages, close the cover and set it aside. He then turns his attention back towards his dearest human.

An arm slips just underneath their legs, the other behind their head as he lifts, cradling them tightly to his chest. He begins the long ascent up the stairs, opening the door eventually to Ambroży's chambers with care, sure to not wake them, and finally lays them across the bed. Try as he may, sneaky thing of the night, to avoid jostling them too harshly, as he pulls the cover over them, their eyes flutter open for a moment, a smile crossing their face as they nuzzle into the pillow and fall back into slumber. The Count takes a moment after tucking them in to simply observe, ensuring they were comfortable; After a sufficient period, he bends down, and presses a gentle kiss to their head.

"Sleep well, my love."

[dracwife]

why do you not allow neutralshippers

ive already gotten an ask about this but ill reiterate again. "neutral" is a thinly veiled term for "i can't see the harm in pr*ship logic, therefore its fine" which is inherently conforming to their ideology, by definition. it's not something you can just not pick a side on. by remaining "neutral" you literally are siding with them, whether you acknowledge this and say it or not.

its the same behavior that allowed my own abuse to go on for so long, because people turned a blind eye or decided it "wasnt their place" to speak up and say something. if you cant do something as simple as condemn the disgusting things that come out of that community, how the hell can i trust you?

[dracwife]

am i allowed to guess

NO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[dracwife]

Just sending a warning to people in the self ship community to block and report @/chiester410! She's a pedophile that is posting sexual content about underage characters and calls herself a lolicon and shotacon shipper. She does not adhere to DNI restrictions either.

ty anon. seems theyve already blocked me (lmao) but hey ill return the favor anyways

[dracwife]

ogh a potential f/o I think would love you.. these both are gonna be a little out of left-field but I'd say 2bdamned from madness combat ^_^ @permafrown

do i give off the vibe of attracting doctors bc if so i am very glad

[dracwife]

📝!!