🦇Queen Of The Undead🦇

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[kissofavampiress]

indie semi-selective OC rp blog for my vampire OC Zora. multiverse & multiship friendly. MATURE THEMES (18+) ONLY. GORE, VIOLENCE, & DEATH WILL ALL BE PREVALENT THEMES ON THIS BLOG.

RULES // ABOUT

[devils-queen]

✞ 666 ✞

[kissofavampiress]

@sarii-sumdac

(time for Sari to make a mistake)

She's going to throw a snowball at what she thinks is a Transformer. It's Zora.

UNPROMPTED. // @sarii-sumdac

The vampiress remains unmoving even after the snowball has pelted her in the back. Soon after, she turns her head ever so slowly, her piercing red gaze burning into the little brat who had dared wet her cape with a clump of ice.

“Vhat an unruly tiny human, you are. So dreadfully impolite. No one has ever taught you a single manner, have they?“ Turning her tall form to fully face the child, she extends a hand, a perfectly manicured finger tip curling to beckon the little one closer. “Come to me. Now.”

[lolita-wardrobe]

When You Find That Wings Have Grown On Your Waist

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[just-another-rhinestonecowboy]

Well he DOES at least have the good sense to take a couple of steps back at that statement. One hand goes protectively to his throat, the other clenches at the region of his vulnerable innards.

" H-hey now, " he gulps. " A man cain't e-even uh...make a h-harmless observation without getting his...his....guts threatened? "

[kissofavampiress]

“That vas not an observation, it vas an insult, you filth.” The vampiress sneers, peering down at him beyond her upturned nose.

“Playing vith your guts vould be the only use I vould ever have for something like you. Not even vorthy of a meal,” Zora’s lip curls before she spits on Hol Horse, it hitting his hat and beginning to eat through where it had made contact like acid.

“I spit on you, stinky man.”

[w84me]

Simon had assumed, like the rest of them, that after they'd realize he was just an old nobody, that she'd leave him alone. Her presence is commanding, even when he turns back to the drink in his hands, and it isn't until she says his name like a disappointed parent that he finally turns to meet her gaze again.

Clearly, there's been some sort of miscommunication, but he isn't in the mood to spell this out for the fifth time today.

"For the last time, I didn't give up my talent, I-"

He takes in a sharp breath when he sees her... fang...? Suddenly, it's like all of the fight has been taken out of him, as he stares at her, wide eyed. Is... this possible? Didn't Marceline take care of all the vampires?

It's hard to keep his voice steady, but he has to try.

"You have the wrong guy. I'm not the Ice King anymore."

@kissofavampiress from x

[kissofavampiress]

The vampiress doesn’t even bother trying to hide the smirk that crawls across her lips at the sight of the man’s shift in expression, eyes wide like cornered prey. She’s also pleased to hear that her assumptions are correct—this is no average man, as much as his blood may reek of one.

A laugh erupts from her at his words, loud and melodical, and unfortunately, very overt to those around them. "Ohohoho~! Oh, om de gheață, do not be modest. I have heard all about your exploits. You can not possibly be attempting to blend in vith these lower life forms for the entertainment of it.” She scoffs, eyes darting around before her slitted pupils narrow on him. She doesn’t seem to understand what exactly he’s saying.

A well manicured hand of hers claps against the wood of the table he sits at, uncomfortably close, and she practically looms over him.

“You are toying vith me.” It comes out more as a blunt statement as if she’s expecting some sort of confirmation. “If you are no longer the Ice King then I am speaking to a human. And I do not speak to such filth.” She hisses. Hopefully her insinuation is clear, eluding to what may happen if he doubles down on the fact that he is but a human anymore.

[kissofavampiress]

“Hohoho~ Foolish man.”

“I vill fucking rip out your intestines and choke you vith them if you ever refer to me as just ‘another vampire’ again.”

[townofcadence]

Thinking about and doodling Her™ the last few days

[kissofavampiress]

Zora shoves a revamped sign into the grass and dirt nearest the entrance to her castle; seems she is in the Halloween spirit, hoping for a treat of her own!

[calellon]

y'all mind if i succumb to an ancient and terrible hunger

[kissofavampiress]

Her favorite frozen treat (ft. @ssnowbunnii )

outfit inspo from mochipan

[amethyst-pendulum]

[w84me]

“You are a King of the Ice, you say? Might I trouble you for some assistance with something that involves… ice?” (@kissofavampiress) for Ice King/Simon! :3

Unprompted asks // always accepting from @kissofavampiress

He sighs audibly.

"If you need help, you got the wrong guy. I don't do all that ice stuff anymore."

If this is a joke at his expense, these guys really need to get new material. But he glances over after a second when he realizes he doesn't recognize her voice.

Oh. She's tall.

"Look, if you need a hero, you're better off talking to Finn." Another pause. "Sorry."

[kissofavampiress]

A dark brow twitches upwards at his response; she’s almost certain she has the correct man.

“You are Simon Petrikov, are you not? Vhy are you being coy vith me?” Zora’s voice is stern, her eyes expectant. Her nostrils flare as she takes in the scent of the being before her, the smell of his blood which is strong even from where she stands. It is alarmingly human.

“Do not tell me you have given up your talents to be average.” Her upper lip curls slightly, flashing a pointed fang beneath painted lips. “I need no such thing. It is a mere request from another of royal status. A human,” A hiss escapes her as she grits out that word, her expression softening considerably after it’s left her mouth. “…Could not possibly assist me vith a matter such as this.”

[kissofavampiress]

You're next.

[kissofavampiress]

Imagine

Inspo

[arcanescholxr]

Dwight can feel sweat start to bead on his forehead. It seems trouble loves to find Dwight. In this case, Dwight found it first. Judging by her fangs and clear appetite for humans, Dwight clicks that this woman must be a vampire. Before Dwight realized that vampire were real, he was head over heels for vampire romance novels. He has a feeling this won’t end with the woman sparkling.

The witch is thrown off balance when the woman spins him around. Dwight looks up to see the impressive height of the vampress, reminding Dwight of how human and small he was, it wouldn’t take much effort to snap him like a twig. He gulps nervously, fiddling with the ring on his finger.

“I…I’m currently learning how to do my magic-BUT BUT- I’m skilled! I mean- my magic is powerful, I’m just learning how to control it.”

[kissofavampiress]

“For your sake, it better be.” The vampiress’s eyes narrow, her subtle smirk a cruel one. There was nothing she loved more than the smell of fear.

“Considering you are so villing to lend assistance, I vill concede. You see, a veil surrounds my land, making it invisible to all who pass unless they grow too near. I wish to strengthen that veil, for it has been over a century since it vas initially cast—and I do so value my privacy. I am sure you are to be understanding, yes?” A thin brow quirks down at the small being then.

“Is that something vithin your capabilities, tiny vitch?”

[townofcadence]

"Not at all. I love a beautiful garden. I have one myself and I know the work that goes into maintaining it. I wouldn't say as much if I didn't believe it." He speaks with candor to her comment. It's the truth after all; he drew too close because he could feel the thrum of magic bleeding from the soil and he'd followed the sensation, but he came even closer because the garden had caught his eye. Maybe a bit of a thoughtless decision, in hindsight, but it isn't like he could really die for it. And he couldn't presume by the presence of magic alone it was someone malevolent.

Meeting the owner though.... well. Maybe he should've been a little more careful. At least she takes his comment well, and seems all the more pleased. "I can certainly tell. I've barely seen more than a peek and it's already quite captivating, especially since some of your varieties aren't ones I've seen or grown myself. It's very impressive."

His attention fractures when her eyes light up further. They are red, glowing, and his heartrate spikes. He almost misses the last part of what she says, until it clicks into place a few beat after she says it.

"Wait--what?"

It's clear what her magic is doing before he even finishes the question. Hands of gnarled bone reach for him from the ground, some older, some fresh with flesh still decaying on the fingers, some in between and bleached white. Artair stumbles back, his eyes darting to the rising dead and then back to her, feeling her eagerness. He doesn't miss the way she leaves no room for his prior rejection. He doubts he gets to eat so much as he's on the menu.

He keeps his distance for his safety, but he's seen far more bodies and far worse states of them in his lifetime. The real discomfort is the way they're puppets to her whims right now, whoever they were before no longer given the basic right of rest. But there's just not much he can do yet. Not now.

The smell of rot hits and it's not pleasant. "Would it be alright if I walk myself? I'd much rather have my autonomy to move around and admire your garden." He asks, still polite, edging away from the bodies that rise.

[kissofavampiress]

"You vill get a sufficient view of my garden from vhere you are carried.” Zora responds definitely, unswayed by his politeness when it came to seizing her meal. Autonomy meant there was always a slight chance they could escape and that is something she simply will not allow.

One of the undead manages to grasp at an ankle of Artair’s, its grip much tighter than one may expect from a corpse. Another has taken to pulling its full form to the surface and a moan leaves the being as it stumbles towards them, swiping in their direction with long cragged and chipping fingernails. Faces twisted in horror as they push themselves to their feet, the now walking dead zero in on Artair, surrounding them. They grow closer by the second and move much quicker than any movie may have portrayed despite their rotting state.

“Just vait until you see my maneaters, they are my truest of prides~” The vampiress chirps excitedly, watching with gross intrigue to see if her new guest decides to struggle. It was much more fun for her when they didn’t concede immediately, even if this did end up being their last moments.

“Do not eat them, Puiul meu, that is a privilege reserved for me~” She directs her army with a tut. They were hungry, this she recognized, but scraps would be supplied in surplus. They deserved nothing more.