#vampire drow oc

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𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰!

[Top: 2026] VS [Bottom: 2023]

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Heyo! This is a redraw of my oc, Lydia, with my friend’s oc, Ignatius. It’s from a scene we wrote where Lydia confesses her love to Iggy and gave him a kiss for the first time. (He was covered in blood in the scene, but I forgot to add that. It’s fiiine. 🤣)

We are rewriting the main story, so she may not end up with him, sadly. It was one of those instances where we were like “Let’s see how they interact with one another for shits and giggles” then they turned out to be one of our most valuable, strong-connected ships! 😳 It seems like that always happens. Every time we plan a ship, thinking the character go well together, the characters drift apart/break up somehow. Then the ships we do for shits and giggles somehow manage to have the most chemistry. 🤣

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Thank you for taking time to peek at my post! 💙

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[mokatheartist]

[𝐎𝐂 𝐀𝐫𝐭 + Very Short 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠]

𝐓𝐖: 𝑽𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝑬𝒙𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅, 𝑻𝒓𝒂𝒖𝒎𝒂, & 𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔.

[𝐎𝐆 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐬]

The knight’s head thrummed loudly, the ache twisting deeply into the base of his skull like an axe, beating relentlessly as he stumbled down the Citadel hallway. The thirst, unlike anything he had experienced previously, was strong. Sharp. Painful. Terrible. He heard the nearest heartbeat, like wardrums or thumping hooves across a raging battlefield. Anguish tore through him as he grabbed the mess of bright, red, pulsing veins, the heat in the back of his throat growing while he pulled the poor soul close. He choked out a sob, his lips tickling the skin of one’s throat, the prick of his growing fangs continued, urged on by the quickening heartbeat.

“Please… Forgive me!!”

Severus whispered a hissed apology, unable to contain himself, plunging his fangs into the victim’s throat. An appreciative, choked up noise rose from him, eyes widened to their fullest, having a mix of red, blue, and gold. He felt a hand on his face, but he easily grasped their wrist, shoved them to the wall then the cold, stone flooring thereafter. He didn’t stop even when his stomach was full, gorging as much of the sweet, bitter nectar of blood from them. Only paused for a single gasp of air. Then, fingers twisted in the victim’s hair and he bit into their flesh again.

He hated it.

He hated this part of himself. The monstrous part.

They died after an unknown amount of time.

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Heyo!

This is a recent artwork of my vampire-drow boyo, Severus Albescu. He’s a knight who never got to meet his mother. In this piece, he’s struggling big time with his hunger. 🥺😔

Thanks for peeking at my artwork and very short writing bit. The full piece is on my BlueSky (I don’t know how to link it here, but it’s fiiiine.) XD

💙 𝐌𝖔𝐤𝖆

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