#sflv

[rapotator]

[pyrofoam]

In this AU Paulus is just a normal grandpa

aand Sunshine is a vampire hunter :D

[the-huxler]

last color palette art for today - gothetta in "am i emo" which was requested by my sis irl

[i-eatteeth]

doodles of my school for little vampires oc spike :DDD

theyre very anxious and silly i love them

first image is old so im not sure anymore, but i think its a screenshot edit/mostly traced from the show

[sigyn-foxyposts]

"School for little vampires oc!"

Since Oscar was my favorite character & comfort growing up. I made an oc back when the show still aired, around 2011-ish! Vicky is a huge comfort for me as well and the reason she's half Swedish is because I grew up watching the show in Sweden (Also yes, her bow is inspired by Batoria!! <3)

Info: 🦇⬇️ (Might change!)

Victoria von Horrificus, or Vicky for short is the younger sister of Oscar and the niece of Count Alarich. She's mostly in the care of her uncle since she doesn't need that much attention but when the Count is overwhelmed, Lady Kryptina or Lenny will happily care for her in the meantime!

Little do they know she gets up on her own little adventures around the school, sneaking out of sight when people least expect it. She enjoys playing with Klot, trying to eat Ashley and of course her older brother Oscar, who she is a little attached to. She gets around by crawling or riding on her uncles wolf :3

[chinesegal]

A redrawing based on helpful suggestions from @mauesartetc

[ivane-embraces-the-weirdness]

Guys! Guys! A few days ago I had an idea on the background story of this picture:

And since you’re still reading, you’re now doomed to read something that’s written like the B–plot of an episode from my favorite childhood series, enjoy!

(This is btw the first time Lady Kryptina meets Wyrm up close)

It’s a rather busy night sometime in October, Wyrm was totally in the mood for Halloween and her bar is in full swing. It’s mostly lizardpeople from some neighboring grottos and Count Alarich.

At some point the group of lizardmen start to engage with the count and would you know it– as the group pressure of a bunch of horny reptoids infront of a female half–reptoid they all try to impress sets in, Ivané notices Al getting a bit tipsy… tipsier than usual… too tipsy… past the legal percentage to fly by himself! To the point that she is giving them water and applejuice instead of actual shots and they don’t even notice… a LOT of unfortunate things are said and done that evening and she has to half–live with that… because at some point she has a hard time understanding their slurred accents.

When it is finally time to close up (an hour before closing time, actually but that stays between her and the reader🤫) the lizards just crawl to the ceiling of the grotto to sleep it off but the count is still sitting hunched over at the bar, snoozing. Before she starts sweeping and whipping the bar she tells him that she’ll check on him again when she’s done.

She is done.

So she tries to wake him up, but beneath that mop of hair he just lays there, mouth open, drooling like pickled roadkill. And smelling a bit like it! „Alright, Al! I‘ll take my Make–up off, then I‘ll check back on you again, okay?“ the answer to that is a weak snorr. She’s seriously surprised that he handles the drinks so poorly. Especially since half of it was water! She suspects that someone must’ve spiked his drink!

And her Make–up is taken off.

As she reapproaches the eeping vampire she decides that if his supernatural, immortal, stronger, more powerful than though,– body isn’t somewhat sober enough to make it home on a cup of coffee, she’ll bring him. It’s not that he can’t sleep at her place for the day (again), it’s because it’s a weeknight that night and tomorrow and that battle had the German inside her just instinctively won.

So she lifts his head to be on her eyelevel and starts gently slapping his face gently while calling his name and asking him politely to turn into bat–Mode for her but her highscore on that attempt is him opening his eyes for five seconds.

„AL, WAKE UP!!! WE‘RE SUROUNDED BY VAMPIREHUNTERS!!!!“ does eventually work: He gets on his stumbling feet, turns into a fruitbat, flies a looping and lands on his face with a *splat*.

She gently picks him up, gives him some pets, a kiss between the ears (because he won’t let her when sober) and some more pets and finally gently lowers him into the hood of her jacket where she hopes, he doesn’t casually hurl into. While she tells her cats that they don’t have to wait on her for bedtime, she doesn’t notice that Pippiss sneaks into her hood by jumping up her skirt, climbing it and her jacket like it was an extreme sport and finally snuggles up to the drunken Count by making as many biscuits as possible.

*atmospheric montage of her leaving the grotto and taking the bus to the station closest to the castle and walking the rest*

After finding a way past the drawbridge she’s finally being greeted by Lenny at the entrance and gives him the drunk Count in bat form. Though as her tired last braincell failed at an attempt to explain her out of suspiciosness, her neurodivergent nature causes her to immediately overshare. „Hi, I‘m the bartender and owner of the establishment he visits regularly, inclusively tonight. He ended up passing out at the bar, since he usually handles alcohol much better– and when I noticed him getting too much, I only gave him decoy–drinks– I suspect his drink was spiked, so I decided to bring him home myself. Don’t worry, I know that you guys are vampires and I assure you, that it’s no problem with me and I definitely won’t tell anyone!“ are words that totally overwhelm Lenny, who has to her luck no time to process anything because the count turns vampire exactly two seconds after she stopped talking and burries the poor guy beneath himself.

Right as they fall out of frame, Lady Kryptina , who has overheard Wyrms Braincell struggling, spawns behind them and stares Wyrm down, who‘s nervous eyes switch between staring at Lenny struggling to finish his most intimate experience of the day and Kryptina who might have a rather cold/neutral expression but really communicates that the half–harpy is cooked just with her aura alone.

After a few awkward moments of one party staring and the the other party cuddle–struggling, Lenny finally manages to support the count on his shoulders and drag him away. The still very intoxicated count blows a kiss to Wyrm, who blushes and sweats in emberassement while her body temperature drops and sinks at the same time and her glands spitting out enough adrenaline to Parcour her ass outta there like Sportacus with a metal theme. The very suspicious Lady gives him a massive criminal sideeye then looks back with an innocent, murderous smile at Wyrm who was living the ultimate terror in her soul behind her awkward face.

„WOW! I‘m really asking myself what they poured in his drink that he’s SO out of it!“ Wyrm said with a nonchalant performance worthy of a golden Turkey „Anyways!… I should go now, so take care!“ „Oh, no! I just can’t let you go like that, after you went all the way up here, just to bring the Count home! Could I interest you in a cup of tea?“ „Aw, nah! That’s really sweet of you, but tomorrow is a workday–„ „I insist!“

Cut to them sitting on a sofa near a fireplace, both holding a cup of tea in awkward silence.

���So, how long is the count frequenting your establishment, my dear?“ Kryptina asks right before taking a sip „For the past month or so… I think… not sure…“ Wyrm says with an awkward grin and unfocused, void eyes „And what would you say, is your relationship to him? Are you two ever talking?“ with it being obvious, where this round of conversation–chess was leading, Wyrm knew, she‘d only win, if she ate the pieces „Yes, but really just in a platonical sence!“ „But he did trust you with the sensitive information on where he lives?“ „I mean I told him where I live too!“ „And that he’s a vampire?“ „Yeah, but that’s okay, because that bar is also visited by lizardpeople and I’ve told nobody about them either!“ turns out, that stress causes her to loose appetite to the the point that she can’t even get down a few metaphorical chess pieces! „I see… well wouldn’t you look at the sky! We‘ve got a fullmoon tonight!“ and with that Wyrms last braincell realized that it doesn’t get paid for working overtime and leaves as well. She turns away from Kryptina and looks out of a window, at the moon „Really?? I‘d say it’s more of a waning moon!“ The Lady’s hands start drawing closer to the closure of her spiked collar and the only one who notices is the owner of the green eyes that emerge from Wyrms hood. Pippiss starts slapping the Ladies hands away, giving her his most evil stare he can muster. „Or is it more of a waxing moon? I‘m not sure!“ The Lady starts getting annoyed with the slapping, so she grabs the tiny cat and attempts to throw him away, but he crawls up her arm and starts attacking her headpiece.

„Here, hold this!“ „Sure– wait, WHAT?!“

Wyrm stares first at her collar then at the Lady, who had her teeth stuck in Wyrms neck.

Sind she didn’t let go, before the sting of the dragons cold blood reached her brain causing her to spit out the literal blue blood in disgust and pain. Wyrm rushed away from her immediately before fainting from the bloodloss…

[ryukabv]

Como que la plataforma ta buggeada y no aparecen bien los hashtags

[luisatherabbit]

Pov: you're a vampire hunter

[theokusgallery]

Little Oskar doodle

[rapotator]

my pokeeey

[pyrofoam]

Getting used to drawing on a screen tablet :^

[cryptic-loser]

Me, scrolling through the SFLV tag, now with the added terror that every person I find could secretly be a proshitter

BOY OH BOY, WHAT A POVELY DAY TO BE IN THIS FANDOM /SARC

[i-eatteeth]

another drawing of my aged up gothetta design yippee

[fluffy-possum]

[chinesegal]

Andrei, Strauss and Smiling Jack in the style of School for little vampires.