More art of Gloria and Tam from the comic I'm working on which will probably be called Vampire Girlfriends in Yeld (set in the same world as my other projects Modest Medusa and The Magical Land of Yeld)
When my friend Glucifer and I first came up with the idea we had thought that Gloria and Tam would discover the secret door to Yeld as high school students, and then the story would pick up a few years later as adults when they're already vampires. But it turns out Gloria is kind of a huge pervert, so we decided that they'd start as college age adults instead. But I still have this fun high school AU art!
Upon arriving in Yeld (which is a secret magical land) Gloria discovers its ruled by a Vampire Prince, and immediately becomes his #1 fan, writing really awful fanfic and forcing Tam to draw really awful lewd fan art.
Later, Gloria learns that the Prince is really evil and decides she can't be his fan anymore. Later again she finds out he's actually for real really hot, and she decides that he's her problematic crush. Tam eventually breaks Gloria out of her infatuation when she confesses her feelings and they become girlfriends. Tam is hotter than the Vampire Prince.
Their costumes are sexy variations of Yeld's classic Vampire fashion. Gloria insisted they had to be sexy. Tam's outfit has a big ring on the collar so Gloria can pull her down to kiss her (and other things).
Tam fell in love with Gloria at school, back when she thought she was just a quiet nerdy girl (Tam had a secret blog where she drew quite nerdy girls she had crushes on). It turns out Gloria is actually a loud, oblivious, over enthusiastic pervert. Gloria thought Tam was the prettiest woman she'd ever met, but hadn't even considered that Tam could be interested in her... because no one ever liked her and she always drove everyone away with her weird fanfics and toxic pairings and constant demands for free art. She sees herself as a weird unlovable troll. She doesn't realize that's he's super cute, and just needs someone who can appreciate who she is (and doesn't mind that she's an intense pervert). It takes Tam forever to convince Gloria that YES SHE IS REALLY INTO HER. Yes, they should be together. Yes, she's willing to draw really uncomfortable Vampire Prince fan art for her. Real love.
(Here's Gloria judging a Vampire Prince fanfic contest)
Anyway, I'm hoping to start actually drawing the comic late this year. I've been writing it (with the help of Glucifer) for about a year and a half.
Description: They have been friendly for a while. As friendly as a Dhampir and a Moroi could be, but the change of attitude has finally reached its limits.
It was my favorite time of the year. The tree leaves turned different colors and other than rain I like watching them fall. Of course the academy didn’t allow them to stay on the ground for long so I cherished the moment when I could see a couple laying around. I held my umbrella tightly as I sneaked out of the Moroi dorms. Every couple of months the Dhampir do long runs that last till sunrise and every time I can’t help but watch as they reach the finish line. I admire their determination and respect their hard working spirit. Training for a full day can be exhausting. “You shouldn’t be out here,” The shadow cast by the person standing behind me didn't make me aware until I heard his deep voice.
“I’m just admiring,” I exhaled. His sudden appearance scared me. He grunts as he takes a seat beside me. I move my umbrella a bit to see his face but quickly regret it as the rays of the sun touch my skin.
“I repeat again,” He whispers as he holds on to the pulled down umbrella blocking the sun in a quick motion. I smile feeling giddy on how close he was. Both under the umbrella, faces an inch apart as he inspects my skin. “You should’t be out here, princess” My eyes never leave his, as his eyes trail over me.
“I was admiring” His eyes flicker, finally catching my gaze. I could no longer hear the groans and grunts from the training happening feets from us. I could only feel the warmth his body radiates around me. His eyes are gentle and loving. My eyes fight to look down towards his lips knowing damn well our first kiss couldn’t be infront of all these people. It wouldn’t be right to be seen. A moroi and a dhampir kissing? My family would have my head, plus I don’t even know if he wanted to.
“You have attended many early trainings, what is there to admire?” He whispers, like if people were close enough to hear us.
“You” I said blankly. His eyes open in shock as I close my mouth in a quick response to what I had just said. “Well you-” My breath is cut off as his hand moves up to cradle my face and his forehead leans against mine with eyes closed.
“I wish to hear more but we can't,” his eyes open. “Because if I listen I am afraid I will never want to stop” A small smile plays on my lips. My hand moves to hold on to his loose hand not really caring about the burning sensation on my skin. The sun beams could reach the lower half of us that the umbrella could’t cover. “I hear your voice even in my sleep,” His head moves to the side of my ear, dreadfully slow. “You smell lingering and when I close my eyes I could imagine you are inbetween my arms” I squeeze his hand hoping to get a reaction but he is much stronger. “If I were your guardian, well that would be chaos” I hear a slight chuckle. With a deep sigh he pulls away. He looks down, noticing our hand. “Your hand” He held it up away from the sun and into the shade the umbrella provided. How could he do that? One moment he has me on the edge, ready to say fuck it and take him. Forgetting the stupid idea of being a moroi and just thinking of him. Then he goes back to distancing himself. Like there was some switch in him. He goes back to being a dhampir. “You need to be careful-”
“Dimitri” Our heads turned to Mikhail standing there with his arms crossed. “Princess” His hands fall to his side giving me a respectful nod. “You shouldn’t be here” I turn my head towards Dimitri with a smirk
“So i’ve been told” He shakes his head taking a stand.
“I was about to take her to get her hand checked” He was still holding on to my hand covering it with his. Truth was it was still red but no need for medical help.
“We are done for the day anyways so-” Dimitri didn’t listen as he pulled me up and started guiding me inside.
“I will see you tonight Mikhail.” He throws a wave back to him as he hurries me inside.
“Where are we going?” I look around the unknown corridors. Dimitri just kept walking with one hand grasping my jacket. “I don’t need any medical attention for a small burn” I look down and yep, I will live.
“Atleast something to sooth the irritation” He looks back with a warning look. There is Dimitri Belikov, one of the best dhampir guardians. Sworen to protect Lissa because he is one of the best we have. This Dimitri is also cold and distant. Compared to the nice and warm one a couple of minutes ago. I swear he is bipolar. He pushes me into a medical room and shuts the door.
“Dimitri, I'm fine” I groaned, ready to leave. “I will survive with a bit of irritation” I grab his hand stopping him from searching the whole room for some dumb cream. His eyes softened, grabbing my hand and examining it.
“You’re skin,” I place my hand under his chin and make his eyes focus on mine.
“My skin will be okay,” I whisper. “And if we are honest with eachother right now, you have more sensitive skin than I do” I chuckle as my hand moves up to skim my finger over his. His skin was a lighter shade than mine. His red undertones and impressively soft skin was incomparable to mine. “Porcelin skin” I whisper laughing to myself.
“My skin doesn’t matter. You are a moroi and I-”
“A dhampir” I pull away frustrated. It always has to be that. One moment we are sharing a sweet unaffected by our status moment and as soon as something reminds him of it, he turns his switch. “When are you going to stop caring about that!”
“I will never stop caring about it” He responds calmly. I hated him. I could cuss him off and throw my hands up in frustration and he would stand there calmly.
“I want you to care about me! Not about stupid status” I pointed at myself.
“I do. I do care about you but that stupid status can’t be ignored” I stop and look up at him. My chest falling up and down, unable to calm my breathing. I know he was right but I couldn’t allow it to ruin me. I walk up grabbing his face in my hands. I search in his eyes for something, anything that makes me know what to say. Every scenario ends badly.
“You care about me?” I ask simply and with a nod he responds. “Dimitri,” I ask sternly hoping he knew what I was asking. “Do you care about me?”
“Yes.” His hands move to grab my face and pull us closer. “I wake up and think of you. Every second I am breathing I think about you. Even when I sleep I dream about you” My breath cuts off hoping to not miss any of his words or how his eyes don’t blink as he stares deep into my eyes. “I want to protect you. I find myself caring more about you than anyone else, even Lissa” He whispered the last part as if it were a sin. And it was. Someone like Dimitri who lived by the rules, Moroi came first and in his life I wasn’t the moroi who should come first, he was Lissa’s guardian. “If I were your guardian I would live peacefully,” Our foreheads lean against eachother. Both our chest falls as we feel better being this close. “But then our status wouldn’t allow us to be more. I would have to stand while I watch you be married to another guy. Start a life with him and live a long happy life as I stand and watch from afar” I open my mouth but he shakes his head. “I can’t imagine getting a glimpse of us and not being able to have you.”
“Dimitri” My hands move to grab onto his hands, begging. Begging for him not to continue.
“But standing from afar atleast I know it won’t hurt me or you as much. Getting this close to you is already enough to scar me.”With that he pulls away, turning ready to leave.
“You can’t leave like this!” I grab the first thing I could reach and throw it at him. When he didn’t budge I threw the second thing and I regretted it as soon as I did. “Shit, I am so sorry” I came over to check on what damage I could have caused. “You need to let me clean that” I pull his face over to examine the cut on his cheek.
“It's just a cut, I will be okay”he removed my hand and pushed off to walk away. I let out a groan, quickly moving to block the door.
“I will throw you everything in this room for you to stay here and talk to me, even if it means you being half conscious” I raised my brow seriously on my statement.
“Move” His lower tone sent shivers down my spine but not enough to have me move an inch. He would never hurt me. “Move” Another warning as he steps forward, looking straight into my eyes.
“I need you” I whimper, hoping, begging for him. I move my hand towards his chest. They slowly move up and around his neck. His hands quickly wrap around my wrist a little harshly but don't pull me away. His head falls down enough to be beside my ear. “I don’t care what happens then, we will figure it out” I push my head back to be less than an inch away from his lips. “I want to know what happens with us, I won’t be happy knowing we didn’t give it a try” Slowly I move forward. Still giving him the chance to pull back but he didn’t. Our lips connected and as I withdrew our quick and gentle kiss, he looked at me.
“I spent nights thinking about how this could work,”
“And what was the verdict?” I tease playing with the strings of his jacket.
“Eitheir we run away,”
“I am open to that idea” His expression doesn’t change but a smile appears on mine.
“Or we keep this a secret long enough and see how things go”
“I think we should go with that one” Knowing my family will stop at nothing to come look after us.
“Whatever the princess wants, from now on will be my command” I shake my head chuckling. He moves forward to kiss me but I pull away.
“When it's us,” I grab onto his face. “I’m no princess, it's just you and me”
“Okay,” he whispers, moving slowly closer. “But, you are my princess” I was going to argue but how can I when he starts to kiss me. Our lips move together so in sync. His arms holding us close and my hands moving towards his hair. Who cares about status now?
