#vampire of sloth

[gothic-atlasmoth]

Oh my beloved SerVamp, I'm honestly so glad y'all voted for this

"This user loves Kuro"

"This user loves Sleepy Ash"

"This user loves the SerVamp of Sloth"

"This user loves Lily"

"This user loves All of Love"

"This user loves the SerVamp of Lust"

"This user loves Hyde"

"This user loves Lawless"

"This user loves the SerVamp of Greed"

[sloth-with-a-knife]

In honor of Dracula daily starting (somewhat) soon, here are three lists to help people understand how modern the novel Dracula is.

(this is because I can see from adaptations, general vampire media, and vampire posts across the internet that some people really don't know how recent of a book it was)

List 1---Things that were invented before Dracula was published in 1897:

The dishwasher (1850)

Levi's jeans (1873)

The telephone (1876)

Coca cola (1886)

The Ferris wheel (1893)

List 2---Events that happened before Dracula was published in 1897:

Frankenstein was published (1818)

The first dinosaur fossil was discovered (1824)

The American Civil War (1861-1865)

Pablo Picasso was born (1881)

The earliest known film was made (1888)

Jack the ripper committed all of his known murders (1888--1891)

Agatha Christie was born (1890)

JRR Tolkien was born (1892)

The Chicago World Fair (1893)

The first modern Olympics (1896)

Radioactivity was discovered (1896)

List 3---Things that happened less than ten years after Dracula was published in 1897:

The Wonderful Wizard of Oz was published (1900)

Queen Victoria dies, ending the Victorian Era (1901)

The first film in color was made (1902) [A Trip to the Moon or Le Voyage dans la Lune]

The first airplane flight (1903)

c'mon the airplane was invented less than ten years after this book was published what more do you want from me

(Bonus!!) Other fun facts of this nature:

The Ford Model T was launched in 1908, eleven years after Dracula was published

Amelia Earhart was born in the same year Dracula was published (1897)

1897 was 128 years ago (as of 2025), the oldest verified man to have lived died at 116 years old. He was born in 1897 (I've written that year a LOT in this post so if you don't know what happened you aren't even trying) and he died in 2013.

The oldest verified person to have lived was a woman born in 1875 and died in 1997 at the age of 122

(Edit: there is now a part two!)

[feith-rikya]

All these characters are from an RPG campaign called; Gehenna's Gates, set in the world of "Vampire The Masquerade".

7. Sloth: Apathy, depression, cowardice, ignorance, laziness, and lack of gumption. When you avoid completing a task, whatever that task may be, others are forced to do it for you.

Devon Eskarra is a peculiar case. You wouldn't think a Lasombra Serial Killer will have anything to do with sloth... but Devon is what he is for a passive way of living his life. He was basically born disturbed, but then his sire molded him in a complete monster, and he lived his life passively, simply following his most basic instincts. It's not his fault that the others are far too weak and stupid to kill him. If he didn't meet Elizabeth, he would have simply let his beast consume him till complete madness. And even then, he rarely fought a battle he knew he couldn't win, always choosing to protect himself before anyone else.

@fuckyeahlabynight thank you so much for creating this and hosting!

[crownedinmarigolds]

VTM Fangfest 2025 - Day Seven - Sloth

Sloth, the sin of spiritual apathy, lacking motivation to engage whether it be physically or emotionally. A sadness that paralyzes one from fulfilling their responsibilities and purpose. Sydney Arya was Embraced in the mid-1990s, coming out as a Thinblood and fast abandoned by his sire before he even woke up. He had no idea what had happened to him, no idea what he was, let alone how to hunt and care for himself. Cowering in an alley days later, near starving, he was found by the Dusk Angel, a fellow Thinblood, who helped him and gave him meaning in this long and bleak unlife. They fell in love, and when the first Dusk Angel was shot and seemingly killed by hunters, it was like gasoline on Sydney's fire. He ran into the night, ready to help his fellow Thinbloods in the name of his love, hoping to give them a better life than what they've been getting. However, over the years, it has felt like an endless uphill battle for even a shred of dignity, and now that he sits in Atlanta, the motivation to remain the Dusk Angel is faltering. He's tired, he's alone, and he's scared of people getting hurt from the decisions he's made. Will he fade into the night, or will he rise from the ashes?

DAY SEVEN! It has been a wonderful week of art! Nyth is the original Dusk Angel, and Sydney is perhaps what you may call a "true love," though these two are definitely not very harmonious. In this scene, Sydney is being confronted by the Stakebait Coterie who are trying to convince him to rally the Atlanta Thinbloods together to meet the Fullbloods head-on at their own Halloween party. Sydney is unsure of what to do, considering just moments before the lover he'd thought long dead had waltzed into his office: Not killed AND married to a woman (though he claims it's for resource sharing reasons only). LOVE YOU, ANGEL.

(Sydney and 75% of Stakebait belong to @thesixthplaneteer!)

[erasumi]

If you see me being manipulated by a beautiful women in her garden of sloth, do NOT save me. I’m exactly where I want to be

[weatherholds]

Lost the last one? Make a new one haha. A remake of Sleepy Ash's art that I didn't finish last year-

Shading hair is my enemy lol

Character: Sleepy Ash from Servamp by Strike Tanaka

[alexvandrya]

My favorite way to wear Vampire Requiem is with twintails and my bat clips 😌🙏🏻

OP- “Vampire Lament” Alice and the Pirates

Corset - Orchid Corset

Underskirt , Socks - Lady Sloth

Shoes - Demonia

[illustratedjai-art]

Interview with the Sloth - Cosplay Sloths

And the final sloth of this series - and my first art of 2025! - is Lestat Sloth from the new Interview with the Vampire series. Again, one I haven't watched but a ton of my friends love to bits - I very much relied on their suggestions for which outfit and pose to go for! [Image description: A digital illustration of a cartoon sloth standing bipedally. The sloth is dressed as Lestat from the Season 2 finale - the sloth is wearing a sumptuous dressing gown in gold and blue, and holding up a plank of wood with markings that make it look vaguely like a piano. The sloth has tiny pointy fangs. The sloth's eyes are closed.]

[dreaminganthea]

𝙰𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚊 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚍

📚Age: Late 20’s

📚Father recently became a Baron

📚Prefers books, music, art, and theatre over high society

📚Dreams of finding love and friendship with people that aren’t obsessed with status

“I long for the days when we had less, and went unnoticed, but I have resigned myself to play the good daughter”.

Backstory

Guidelines

Starters

Follows from @slothroleplays

>>Modern Version Optional<<

[trashy-0possum]

Kuro x reader hcs

From now on. Your his pillow.

Needs cuddles

Wont let you go not even if you need to go to the bathroom

Game night dates

Will play video games the hohle night just to fall asleep on the couch with u

Love language: physical touch and quality time

Your thighs? Will use them as a pillow.

Will prob transform into his cat form to hide under your shirt (likes the warmth)

Hes a literal heater so eather you will have to sweat like hell or sleep butt naked-

Likes chubby people-...better pillows-

Pda? Hates it- will only hold your hand or hide in your hoodie in his cat form

Lazy kisser-

Loves to kiss your cheeks or forhead

Only kissed your lips when hes in the mood

Dates? Only at home.

Maybe to the cinema but just that

Will just watch movies with you for hours or play videogames-

Only tells you about his siblings if really needed-

He will know that lawless will try to flirt with you so he never tells u about him

Asexual- (but if not it will only happen once a year or smth cause hes a lazy mf💀)

Doesn't care about gender tbh- as long as ur a good pillow he will gladly marry u.

Since he is do lazy you prob have to take baths with him so he will at least clean himself once 😭👏

Loves it when you kiss his hands or wrists- (idk but def loves it)

As soon as the other servamps know about you lilly and lawless wont stop talking about you and kuro-

You HAVE to meet mahiru.

If you and mahiru won't like each other its gonna be hard😭-

Loves headpats

When he lays on your lab and you carress his hair while he plays video games>>>

Someone hurts u? He either kills them or ...kills them-

Not jealous-

You could go out on parties and drink while hes at home he wouldn't care- as long as you come home and cuddle him its fine

Bottom.

If you ask him what to wear he will not know what to say 😭

Prob just says pyjamas-

Ahhhh omg i love making x yn hcs i will do more defenitly 😻

[slothquisitor]

ooh, post-canon visit with Halsin?

*waves* Thanks for the ask!

So the last canon piece I posted for Astarion and Liv is them leaving Candlekeep, and their plan is to go visit with Halsin and my friend's OC Rowan. The point of the visit is to see the way the Reithwin has been healing, but also finally tackle the hard conversations about lifespan angst which they have definitely been avoiding.

I wrote the piece and got distracted by the other AUs for these two, and now it's been sitting for almost a year. I do want to wrap the canon-verse up for them at some point, so I'll eventually get around to it. But wrapping that up also means me making some decisions about what their canon life looks like beyond the adventures I've written for them, and it feels too final lol.

[litnerdwrites]

Clandestine Affairs (III)

A/N: Sorry for the wait, but I have some big exams in a little less than a month, so fics are gonna be scarce. Good news, though, is that this is the last bit of set up I need for things to really get going. Expect the plot to really get going after this. Also, I've decided to start migrating some of my works to AO3. I still post here, but I'll be uploading there too, if that's something you prefer. So far, I only have the first chapter of Clandestine Affairs up, with some slight edits, but nothing major. Just some fixed typos and a couple extra lines to make the dialogue flow better towards the end, and yes, the tumblr post has been updated to match it. Two will be up either today or tomorrow, since it's getting late where I am. As always, enjoy the chapter, and feel free to comment, request, or even if you want to be tagged when I upload any fic, or just this fic.

WC: 2603

TW: Canon typical violence, blood.

Masterlist Kingdom of the Wicked Masterlist Clandestine Affairs Masterlist

Amara didn’t respond to the note.

Nor did she respond to the one she found the next morning. 

Or the next. 

Or the next. 

A week goes by with her ignoring each note that finds its way to her.

Luckily, she didn’t find herself needing to find alternative sleeping arrangements that week, although she knew it would only be a matter of time. Especially as the days grew colder, she wondered if she’d be able to resist a bonfire and a warm body should she find herself in the streets for a night. Had it been any other person, she would’ve jumped at the opportunity, but this wasn’t a normal person. It wasn’t even a human. It was one of the Malvagi. 

Her mother had told her of them, of the seven wicked Princes of the Underworld. She told stories of their icy skin, red flecked eyes, and that once you catch their attention, you’ll never escape. It had been a century since the Malvagi stepped foot on earth, with the only indication that they might one day do so again being a warning the coven elders had received; When witch blood spills across Sicily, take your daughters and hide. The Malvagi have arrived. 

Before, Amara wasn’t sure how much she believed in The Devil or the return of the Malvagi, but the recent murders taking place, along with her encounter on the beach, she wasn’t so sure anymore. Still, none of the coven elders had given any indication that something was amiss. Were they unaware of the Malvagi’s return, or, perhaps, did they simply not wish for the covens to begin panicking, possibly leading to discovery by either the brotherhood or the Malvagi. 

Amara’s shoulders slumped as she let out a sigh, head turning to gaze at the clouds instead. A basket of groceries on her arm. There wasn’t much she could do about the situation, regardless. As things stood, the coven elders didn’t trust her, and the other witch families in Palermo chose to keep to themselves to avoid discovery. If she caused a stir about it now, it could lead to more trouble, which, given her circumstances, is the last thing she needs. 

Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out the leftover coins she’d been given, silently calculating her remaining expenditures as a chill ran down her spine. She shoved the coins into her pocket, and scanned the street ahead, as though she were plotting the rest of her shopping route. Her eyes lingered on alleyways and store windows, and other shadowed street corners or alcoves she could find. 

Her heart thundered as she took another step up the street. Then another. 

She forced her brows not to furrow, and her lips to twitch upwards. She chatted with vendors, haggled over the price of produce, and had just enough left over to buy a shawl. Still, the pin pricks against her neck never once faded, no matter how quickly she darted through the market, dodging shoppers and vendors as she attempted to ditch whoever had been stalking her. Yet, despite her efforts, the presence persisted. 

Amara had been followed before, be it during the day or night. Sometimes men with unsavory plans for her, others were simple thieves. She’d even had an admirer or two follow her before, but none were this relentless-

Her mind stuttered to a stop, even as her feet pressed forward. 

Perhaps her stalker was no mere man. 

Given what she recently learned, it was quite possible. Especially if what she’d been told about the Malvagi was true. Had The Prince of Lust grown tired of her refusal and decided to seek her out? If he had the chance, would he attack her in public, around so many people? No human here could stop him, surely. If not he, then perhaps it was a subordinate of his?  

The idea that he was stalking almost had her shivering in fear, but she was saved from having to try and force down her fear when she felt her body collide with something. 

Well… Someone. 

“Are you alright?” a softer voice calls gently. 

“I- I’m sorry,” she muttered, holding a hand to her chest, and keeping her eyes down. 

“That’s not what I asked,” the voice said again, right as a soft hand appeared in front of her,“Are you alright?” 

Shakily, Amara glanced up. The woman before her had short, dark hair, in beautiful curls, and her dark eyes shone with a warmth she had missed. Gently, Amara reached for her hand, and let the girl pull her up. 

“I- I’m fine, thank you,” she muttered, after realizing she hadn’t responded. 

The woman cocked her head to the side, observing her. 

“You don’t look alright. You’re still trembling, and pale,” she responded. 

Amara flinched at her words. 

“I- Sorry,” she muttered. 

The woman’s brows furrowed, taking in the state Amara was in. Her brown hair stuck to her clammy skin, and the blood seemed to have drained from her warm, bronze face. Despite her best efforts, her entire body trembled as the pinprick sensation grew closer. Clearly, the woman notices, given the way she glanced behind Amara, trying to discern if anyone or anything had been the cause of her distress. 

“My name is Claudia,” she gently introduced. 

“Amara,” 

“Oh, Amara Willows, yes? Aurora Willow’s daughter?” Claudia asked, eyes wide. Amara flinched at the mention of her mother, and Claudia seemed to notice, wincing as well. “I’m sorry. I understand that her loss must be hard on you,” she tried to sooth. 

Amara merely nodded, not having the strength to indulge in that conversation. Instead, she changed the subject. 

“And you are… Are you like her? My mother, I mean. Are you like me?” she asked carefully. 

Claudia nodded with a smile. 

“You still seem awfully pale. Shall we talk over a drink? My treat,” 

“You don’t have-” 

Claudia held up her hand at the start of her protests. 

“I insist. Let’s talk, one woman to another. Besides, it’s the least I owe after the way I brought up your mother. It wasn’t my intention to be rude, so let me make it up to you,” 

Amara wanted to refuse, but anxiety gnawed at her, and the prickling feeling had yet to let up. She couldn’t risk leading it to her home, but the thought of being alone made her stomach turn. Reluctantly, Amara merely nodded, ignoring the holes those eyes continued to bore into her, and followed Claudia through the market. 

_____

The cafe Claudia had brought her too was a quaint little place, out of the way of the main market, with the seating area and kitchen on the first floor, and what’s likely an apartment above. Multiple small cabinet shelves were dotted around the room, lined with books of various genres, different kinds of plants, as well as other little trinkets. Garlands of leaves and flowers were draped over the shelves, tabletops and even hung down from the support beams. Natural light flooded in from large windows in the back, giving the place a soft, inviting glow. 

Amara shifted in her seat as Claudia returned, drinks, and even some pastries, in hand. 

“Thank you,” she muttered, wrapping her hands around the cup. 

“Drink. It’ll warm you up,” she encouraged. 

“I’m not cold,” 

“No?” Cluadia’s head cocked to the side, “Then is there another reason you were so pale, and shivering as though you’d wandered through a blizzard?” 

Amara stiffened, having no response. 

Blessedly, she no longer felt the prickling sensation, or presence that seemed to follow her. Part of her wondered if it was truly fine to let things be, and forget about it… But with the murderers… 

“Do you- Do you think the recent murders have something to do with witch hunters?” Amara blurted, voice low. 

Claudia raised a brow. 

“Hm, perhaps,” she took a sip of her own coffee, “But they like to make examples out of their victims. Publically,” 

Amara hummed, taking another sip. 

“Then you think it might have, possibly, been something else?” 

Claudia turned to the window, eyes far as she gazed out at the street, where parents walked with children, or servants ran simple errands. 

“I wouldn’t rule them out, but given what we are, it’s not out of the question to suspect more unusual culprits. Especially when our people are seemingly being targeted,” she explained, quietly. 

Amara nodded.

“I see,” 

“Is this about your mother?” 

She flinched at the question, but didn’t answer. It wasn’t about her mother, but perhaps that was selfish. Her brows furrowed at the notion, heart seizing, the way it did right before the news was delivered about her mother’s fate. From beneath her bangs, she caught Claudia nodding, likely thinking that it was about her mother. Amara wouldn’t correct her. 

“I- If not human, then who- What do you think did it?” 

“Werewolves? A vampire infestation? Perhaps even a demon,” Claudia listed, “Some of the coven elders believe it’s related to the Malvagi themselves,” 

Amara stiffened at the mention of the Malvagi. 

“Is there a reason they think that? Or is it just a guess?” she asked, taking another tentative sip. 

“Apparently there was a warning they received some time ago, stating that when witches started dying, it would be a sign of their return,” 

Amrara gave a stiff nod. 

“But they don’t have any other reason to think the Malvagi are involved, do they?” 

“Not that I know of,” she confirmed. 

Amara felt Claudia’s gaze on her as she took a bite of her pastry, but when she gained the courage to actually meet her eyes, she fought back a jolt of surprise. Something older, wiser, stared back at her, as if truly seeing her for the first time. She fought the urge to audibly gulp. Eventually, it seemed, Claudia snapped out of her… Whatever that was. 

“One of my friends fell victim to the killer too,” she continued, turning to the window, as a note of something somber made its way into her voice, “Vittoria Di Carlo. Her sister, Emilia, has been searching for the culprit too,” 

I nodded, knowing exactly who she was talking about.

“I know,” she muttered, “Or, I know about Vittoria anyway. And, I’m sorry. It’s never easy to- to lose someone,” 

Claudia nodded. 

“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry for your loss too,” she offered. “If I may offer some advice, from one Strega to another?” 

“Of course,” Amara nodded. 

“Be careful. Especially since I know you like your late night walks,” Claudia all but implored, “Be it hunters or Malvagi, it isn’t safe to wander at night,” 

Her grip tightened on the cup, and her stomach began forming knots. She couldn’t bring herself to tell Claudia the truth, or to even insinuate that she went out at night for any other reason aside from her preferences. She wouldn’t be able to take it if she did. The pity, the shame. No. Amara could handle it without worrying anyone, or needing charity. 

“I’ll do my best, thanks,” 

The two girls chatted a bit longer, as Amara came out of her shell somewhat. Soon, they even gushed over some of the books in the store, until there was no way she could stay any longer. The sun would begin to set soon, and Amara had to get dinner started. She gave Claudia a hug goodbye, thanking her for another ‘be careful’ warning, before she walked away from the bakery. 

Something about that encounter left her feeling lighter. She practically skipped through the streets of Palmero, as vendors began putting away their stalls and businesses began shooting out any strays that lingered a bit too long. Bar keeps and tavern owners began lighting lanterns and setting out their menus, some even switching to their open signs.

All of them were also signs to her that she was running a bit late. Usually, such thoughts would have her sprinting through the streets to make it home before the bookstore closed, but after the day she had, she couldn’t bring herself to let go of that light feeling. She couldn’t force herself to hurry back to the cold bookstore, where she’d force herself into a hot kitchen, trying to make sure dinner, a dinner she hadn’t even thought of yet, was completely perfect. 

Amara’s blood went cold, and her face blanched again. All of a sudden, she felt every ounce of joy drain from her body, and an icy chill replaced it. The hair at the back of her neck stood and the pricking, the same one from earlier, ran all the way down her spine. The sun had just about set, and shadows crawled out from the darkness. Suddenly, she noticed how dead quiet it was. An unnatural quiet. The kind where not even the sound of nature could reach her. 

She took an uneasy step back, eyes already darting around, searching for danger. This was the route she walked many times before, and yet, now, a tugging in her gut pulled her back. It was telling her to run. 

She spun on a heel, only to feel a grip on her upper arm, so fast, so sharp, she barely registered it before she was tugged back into the darkness. 

Her heart pounded, and she began swinging her basket, trying to hit whoever grabbed her.

Icy fingers latched around her wrists, stopping her attempts in their tracks. A sharp pain exploded across her back and head. 

Then her vision became spotty. 

As it cleared, she noticed the toned chest that pressed her to the wall. Soft, dark hair tickled her forehead as her attacker leaned over her. When she finally met his gaze, pale blue eyes stared back. 

Amara’s eyes widened further when she noticed the tips of the elongated canines that peeked out from beneath his upper lip. 

Her mouth fell open to scream, but icy fingers clamped around her face before any sound could escape. 

Tears lined her own, slightly darker blue eyes, and the man’s mouth twisted into a pleased grin, before he brought his lips closer to her. His breath brushed her ear, and she shivered. Amara forced her eyes shut, body trembling against the wall, wrists still in the man’s hold. He let out an amused chuckle, then brushed those elongated fangs against her ear. His voice was like silk, as he purred into her ear.

“Do you know what I am, Strega?” 

Eyes still clamped shut, she forced her head to nod. The man- creature- cocked its head to the side.

“Are you sure, little witch?” he asked, hand lossining around her mouth enough that she could make faint sounds. 

“V-Vampire,” she whimpered. 

His eyes danced with glee and his grin turned sadistic. 

“Very good. Such a smart witch,”

“Please,” she whimpered, only for his hand to tighten again. 

“Now now, little witch,” he tutted, “Show some gratitude. I come bearing a gift,” Amara’s heart raced faster, and she shook her head again, only for him to tighten his grip to the point it was painful. “Don’t be ungrateful now, It’s rare for a human, or even a witch to receive such a gif-agh!” 

Amara’s eyes shot open at the vampire’s pained gasp. She registered the blood dripping from his mouth, and how his eyes widened in shock. She forced her eyes to trail down, only to let out a muffled shriek when she saw it. A blade had pierced the vampire's abdomen. 

“I’m quite certain that the lady is wholly uninterested in whatever gifts you, or your kind, have to offer, leech.” 

[billybutlerart]

While finishing up my website redesign, I’ve been going through a bunch of my older work. And you know what? I kinda like it. Which is super odd for me. Like “someone is holding me at knife point and forcing me to write this” odd. This weirdo here is the ghost of Count Orsloth, aka Slothferatu, emerging from the forest from within a green mist. Like in the book, Dracula. Just with a sloth 🦥🧛🏻‍♂️ Makes complete sense. Plus, look at his face 😂 Completely absurd. I DIG IT.

[hatsterical]

Bel and some sinners

I have him with Gluttony drawn but he's a spoiler.

Lust! (Carrie!)

Sloth! (Lorenzo!) Lust and Sloth are married actually. I need to draw more of these but I'm ailed.

[spriggedmuslin]

𝙲𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍

🕯️ Age: 18+ (age flexible, but not under 18)

🕯️Doted on by her clergyman father and mother

🕯️One of ten children

🕯️Avid reader, with an overactive imagination

🕯️Often gullible or too trusting

🕯️Crossover friendly

🕯️Era/AU flexible (including modern, American, non-human, etc)

Background

Headcanons

Guidelines

Starters

Modern AU

Follows from @slothroleplays

[simvanie]

7 Sins Legacy - generation 3 (sloth)

Cedia, Amina, and all the guests made their way to the reception after the wedding ceremony that Tomi, following in her parents' footsteps, had planned for them. Although Cedia had a brief moment of sadness that Luxor wasn't there anymore to see her get married, she was happy to see that her entire family had come to Sulani to attend the wedding. As usual, Edgar made his way to the piano and everyone danced into the early hours of the morning.