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missstaypuft · 3 months
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I commissioned the amazing @suddenly-frankenstein for a portrait of Seraphimus, Alexander and Rupert. They captured them beautifully and I just have to share this with everyone! Look at them!!! Such a brilliant and accurate visual for anyone wondering what they look like ❤️
Please check out this artist and give them a follow, they are so wonderful! ❤️
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missstaypuft · 4 months
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The Vampire Of Appledore
Y'all, I need to ramble about an AU of The Marquess' Wager. I present to you Vampire!Seraphimus. Separate from the events of TMW, Raph is away in France when he suddenly falls ill. He returns to England where his condition worsens and no amount of doctors can determine what the illness is. What they don't know is that he is in fact transforming into the undead! Upon his full transformation, Raph is immediately hungry and finds himself desperate for a meal. Alec and Rupert discover his first victim and it all spirals from there. Raph embraces his vampiric fate and becomes a big fat lazy leech, no restraint, no control, devouring whatever and whoever he wants.
Will this be something people are interested in? I'll write a quick snippet and post it tomorrow!
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missstaypuft · 3 months
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This is the second TMW commission I had done by @suddenly-frankenstein who once again did an incredible job, especially capturing the wickedness of the marquess! This accompanies the Vampire of Appledore snippet I posted, if you haven't read it, go check it out!
Also another reminder to please go follow this artist and show them lots of love! ❤️
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missstaypuft · 4 months
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The Vampire Of Appledore
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Some time had passed since Dr Maynard had been left alone to treat Seraphimus. It had been quiet, too quiet. When the doctor had not returned, the two men naturally began to worry. What was taking him so long? Rupert entwined his fingers with Alexander’s, hands held palm to palm, as they made their way back to the bedroom. Only metres from the door, a visceral stench offended their senses, making Rupert's stomach clench. A sickening fear gripped him, believing it to have finally happened. Frozen to the spot, he couldn’t take another step, wishing not to see the sight of his dead lover that no doubt awaited him behind the dreaded door. With an understanding look, Alexander kissed Rupert’s hand before letting go, braving the door and opening it to reveal… an empty room. No Seraphimus. No Maynard. But it wasn’t empty, far from it. That was made evident by the guttural swallows and heavy panting sounding from the other side of the abandoned bed, sheets strewn across the floor.
“Dr Maynard?” Alexander's voice was uncertain as he cautiously advanced into the room.
Holding onto the back of the earl’s shirt, Rupert kept himself hidden behind him, terrified as to what he might see. There was then a brief pause in the strange noises.
"Do not interrupt me." Seraphimus huffed. Both men then stilled. Rupert could feel his lover shake, the brave façade breaking down with each passing moment. Despite this, Alexander just managed to get out the question, “R-raph?” "What!?" The marquess snapped before exhaling deeply and rising from his position behind the bed. Rupert almost gagged, his chest tightening from the unsettling sight. Before him stood Seraphimus in his long nightshirt. He looked perfect. Unlike the gaunt appearance that he exhibited only hours ago, the marquess was healthy again. His face was full, his cheeks rosy, his freckles as prominent as if he had been out in the sun. His honey-coloured hair was lush, cascading down his back in loose curls. The marquess would have been a divine sight if not for the blood that had soaked his nightshirt and had smeared over his face. The sullied material clung to his full figure, highlighting the bloated belly that lay beneath, round and heavy with litres of fresh blood. Idly massaging it, he rubbed small soft circles into the glut, his piercing eyes portraying an inhuman hunger.
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