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Nosferatu commission for @vladimirsangel ‼️🦇🦇🦇

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I read the meet-cute with Danya and it was adorable so I have a question from my own Aurik - would Danya talk to a nosferatu? (Especially a sad shy one)

Of course she would! She talk to everybody (even with People she shouldn’t talk to for safety reasons!)

There was a nosferatu in her coterie, OConnel he was the biggest asshole ever but she liked him anyway and wanted to be friend. Danya was very sad when he was killed.

So of course she will talk his head out probably! What would he like to talk about?

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What gift would your character give to someone they didn't like but felt obligated to?

Uhhh I think it’s hard to find someone like that! Danya just loves gifting, especially to very unlikely people.

But! She will probably gift someone that id both funny and absurd. Like gifting a gift basket full of modern clocks and watches to an true Brujah matusaleah.

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I am dead inside. Nobody would know to look at me and my life, but I am a hollow shell. Looking back at things I've created in the past is like looking at another person's work.

I keep trying to crawl back out of the grave but even then I am a dead man walking.

I am alone in the middle of a crowded room. I don't know how to cry anymore. I don't hope or want or look forward to anything, even the things I know Old Alive Me liked.

I cling to tiny shards of positive feeling like a lifeline. I live in limbo waiting for the next horror. Nobody wants to hear about it.

I don't expect an answer. Thank you for the offer of a vent.

Glad that you find the time to write, I am sorry for what you are going through.

I am sure you don’t want to explain the whole situation in full but just wanted to throw out a bit of it to have some kind of relief. I get it.

So not knowing the whole situation, i can only say that if you are able to, find the strength to seek psychological help (it really depends on the country but some offer free help)

I don’t know if you have close people that can help, if you do speak with them. If you don’t, try to find a community online. I know this sounds like hollow advices, but you have to push through and find a way to get out of it. Research what kind of help you can access to, honestly if they help even free bot sites are better than nothing.

It can be solved and you can get out of it.

Probably reading this you are finding all the arguments on why it will not get better and you will stay like this forever. Try to argue in favor of you, not against you. “But it’s a lie” then lie.

Give it a try.

Hope to hear from you in the future.

Thanks for writing.

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Look people I am tired of thinking of my problems. If you follow this channel, or if you just stumbled upon this post randomly and you need to vent, send an anonymous message (or not anonymous) and I will answer to you. Really no pressure, just want to chat out.

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Hi guys! Sorry to bother, I think I will keep this up till the end of July and then I will go back to the full prices, if you want to take a deal dm me ! I can work around your prices if you need!

Hello,

I am in the middle of a difficult situation right know, if you decide to commission me anything or just share this post around I will be very grateful!

Sorry I am not good with words, I am kind of embarrassed of having to do this…

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In light of secret of the mimic! I have made a new Fnaf oc! She “loves” her job! (It pays the bills barely)

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I have a very personal comic I made about myself and my relationship with my body and weight… i was thinking of posting it here (with proper tagging of course) because it helped a few people I know and idk it might be useful? And also quite cathartic for me? Idk wondering

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

14. Justice: Righteousness, condemnatory, judgment, protecting those who cannot protect themselves, and punishing the atrocities and cruelties committed against them. You do The Right Thing, based on what you think is the right thing to do, regardless of how it may set you back.

Elizabeth De Lacy a Ventrue who found her heart in the Apocalypse, and her personal sense of Justice once she became a leader in London. She got the scepter by Birthright, but she took the crown with her strength and charm, making Devon teach her Obtenebration. She is strict but fair, and her sense of justice will fight with Luc's blind rage and Danya's excessive indulgence.

(yes she has a cool bike)

character by @ladyhannah

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

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VTM Fangfest 2025 - Day Fourteen - Justice Justice, the virtue where everyone is given their due. Atticus is a an old Tremere, though how old is kept vague by himself and the Pyramid alike. He sees the big picture, and always keeps the greater world in mind when making every decision. Clans rise, bloodlines fail, swaths of Cainites meet final death and dozens more are born. It is balanced. The world is maintained. There can be no daylight without night, and no pleasures without agony. Every year feels like it is the next step to the Final Night, but Atticus does everything in his power to ensure that he and the vampires strong enough to make it will get to keep going.

Day fourteen, the last entry of Fangfest 2025! Atticus is our eldest Tremere, a seemingly jolly mentor amongst the Pyramid - but like all old Tremere he's a cunning old fox. His end goal at this time is a permanent way to silence the Beckoning, as well as maintain balance within the Kindred community. Ranging from one clan dies and another thrives, the erratic and unworthy reaped while the cunning and strong may be fruitful. He has a lot on his mind and has had a long time to refine it.

Thank you to everyone for letting me draw these and for tolerating it! Haha! I had a blast and am so thrilled I got to do Fangfest three years in a row and succeeeeeeeeed!!! Can't wait for next year already! (Atticus is a collaborative character made by us and some dear friends! Love this papa.)

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Ahhhh it’s about my Danyaaaaa I die you made her so lovely!!!

WORLD OF DARKNESS OC MEET CUTE

SO EXCITED to finally finally FINALLY share with you this little fic i did to accompany some awesome art by @feith-rikya! you can find her part of our meetcute between Saul and Danya here! it was so much fun doing this silly little meeting... please enjoy!!!

thanks so much to @porcelainseashore @crownedinmarigolds and @vampemoqueen for organizing this event! without further ado...

Bitten by the Acting Bug

From the "son" of Saul Meyer comes Saul Meyer Jr.'s Carmilla, starring newcomer Danya Vetranov!

Only two days into filming another Saul Meyer masterpiece, everything started to fall apart.

The seeds of the problem were planted long before that fateful day. After 50 years of cult fame, a certain paranoia crept up on Saul. No matter how much special effects makeup he had Dickie apply, no matter how big his sunglasses were and how hunched he tried to appear in interviews, it was becoming harder and harder to justify remaining himself when physically he wasn't a day over 19. A worldwide pandemic provided the perfect opportunity to "kill" himself, and as many a vampire had done before him, when he re-emerged it was as his own descendent. Like many children of celebrities, "Saul Meyer, Jr." followed in his namesake's footsteps; but where his father was known for his Z-movie splatter films and incredibly lax workplace safety, his directorial efforts would be more art house, more cerebral. (The continued comparisons to the loathed Cronenbergs were numerous and infuriating.)

And then Robert Eggers' Nosferatu was announced, and Saul's ire was turned towards a new target.

***

"I don't care what you think I should do! This isn't about you!"

Saul has spent the past twenty minutes locked in his trailer, shouting into his cellphone at full volume. His rank mood was apparent as soon as he stepped on set sans his constant companion, Dickie, and the cast and crew have all listened to it get worse.

"Copying? COPYING?! I'M NOT COPYING ANYBODY!!! You know what would be copying? DOING 'DRACULA,' YOU STUPID SONOFABITCH!"

Production was at a standstill, a suffocating tension hanging over everyone's heads. Nothing was done without Saul's say-so, not even rehearsals, because every film he made was a chance to share his mad vision with the world. Attempts to deviate from his script or his way of working were a one-way ticket to swift punishment, and, at worst, incorporation into the production's "practical effects" post-mortem. Only the costume and makeup crew were working, tucked away inside the leading lady's trailer.

In his most recent interview, Saul Meyer, Jr. praised newcomer Danya Vetranov as one of the greatest undiscovered actresses of their time, the perfect fit for his brand-new adaptation of the lesbian vampire classic "Carmilla". He described it as fated, having seen her first in a dream, not unlike the protagonist of the original novel (a parallel he was eager to point out, in hopes it might help generate a little more buzz.) Her accent, her beauty, her mole... all of it just screamed "Carmilla!"

"Oh, there it is-- uh-huh, yeah, tch, that's what this is really about, eh? You're fucking jealous! Your stupid he-man woman-hater shit got old in the 80s, bud!!"

The only real resistance to Danya's casting came from Dickie. All throughout pre-production, he always voiced his discontent, behaving boorishly to Danya's face and complaining openly whenever she left. As he always did, Saul made excuses, but he couldn't just stop his best friend from speaking his mind. Saul's apologies on Dickie's behalf included plenty of praise for Danya alongside open flirtation, all the better to smooth over any bumps in the road to the film he envisioned.

As the makeup lead applied setting powder to Danya's face, a door slammed outside. Saul screamed, "She's not Russian, you fuckin' ignorant insensitive little-- get your ass down here NOW!!" 

A few moments of absolute silence passed before a knock came at Danya's door, which an assistant rushed to open. There stood Saul, a strained smile on his face and his hands in his pockets. "Danya, baby! How's things...?" He came up behind her, watching her reflection in the massive lighted mirror.

"Better for me than for you, boss," she said with a mischievious glint in her eye. "So, Mister Creepy doesn't want to come play pretend with us?"

Saul grimaced. "Dickie is still a little disappointed he doesn't get to show the world his Renfield. You know how it is... You're partners with somebody for fifty-some years and suddenly they think they can tell you what to do!" He shut his eyes for a moment, then reopened them, forcing himself to focus on the positive. "But that's just too bad, isn't it? Because you and me, hah, w-we're on the same wavelength. Isn't that right?"

One of Saul's hands came to rest on Danya's shoulder. Their eyes met on the silvered glass before she placed her own hand on top of his. "Of course! You can relax, boss. I know what I'm doing!"

"That's what I like to hear! Hah, great. God, that accent-- heh, well, don't let me get in your way, folks... hm."

As he leaned in towards the mirror, Saul's pupils contracted. His brown eyes shifted to gold until they resembled a snake's. "What the fuck is that supposed to be?" he asked. He turned to face one of the few kine on set, in the middle of steaming one of Danya's costumes, an ethereal gown extensively trimmed with delicately-woven Styrian lace. As soon as she met Saul's gaze she was transfixed. He flexed his hands as he stepped towards her. "Who made this?"

Silence in the trailer. Danya turned around in her seat to watch as one of the hair-and-makeup crew approached to start styling her (and hopefully avoid Saul's wrath.)

Saul's stare burned hot with hatred. "Do I have to explain everything to you fucking morons?!" He took hold of the lace adorning the collar of the nightdress, running it through his fingers, examining each little stitch. "The pattern– I made it very clear, I gave you photos, I gave you everything you could fucking need... and you give me garbage!!"

"Mr. Meyer, if I may," began the Toreador thinblood he'd hired as a costumer designer, cringing back from his rage, "none of the references you gave me were of anything useable, I mean, what am I supposed to do with aerial photos of a maypole?"

"Get out of my sight!" he shouted back. "All of you! Except you–" he pointed to the hairstylist carefully brushing out Danya's waves, "and–" his tone softened, as did his eyes, when he turned back to his leading lady, "you can stay, Danya, baby. You, you're perfect."

"Stoooop!" Danya affected a bashful smile, batting her eyelashes at the director. "Or don't. I can take a few more compliments..."

Saul sighed. "You're gorgeous. You are Carmilla. God, this is gonna be the one, I just know it. People are finally gonna get it this time..." Still muttering to himself, he stomped back out to find something else to be miserable about.

***

In the end, Saul relented on the dress; there were plenty of other problems that took precedence, in the set decorations and the volume levels and the way the light played against the skin of the Toreador child actress portraying the younger version of Laura. "The dream is everything," he kept saying, rubbing frantically at his temples as if he could massage out the frustration. "It has to be perfect, because it's our first glimpse of Carmilla. How is this so hard for you morons to understand?!"

Only Danya's emergence from her trailer in full costume and makeup was able to placate him. Filming began after Saul piled on more compliments, then announced that they were "burning moonlight." The irony was not lost on any of the crew, but no one dared provoke another rant.

It was supposed to be a simple, straightforward, silent dream sequence—young Laura awakens and sees a beautiful stranger standing at the edge of her bed, who approaches her with slow, deliberate strides, hands reaching out towards her. The stranger, Carmilla, takes the girl in her arms and implicitly bites her chest over her heart. (To avoid any chance of an accidental blood bond, Danya won't actually bite her scene partner; in post-production, Saul intends to intercut a blooming rose, symbolic of the flowering of Laura's passionate lesbianism, and footage of a rotting cat, "for obvious reasons.") Because Saul insisted on being the sole camera operator in addition to directing, they would have to run the scene again and again, shooting it from as many angles as he needed to have plenty of footage to work with.

For Danya, it sounded like the cast and crew were about to slog through the rest of the night, doing the same thing, over and over and over. Endless repetition, and for what? As always, Saul had written incredibly detailed stage directions to ensure every second was exactly as he imagined it, so Danya did a few takes just as it was written in the script to ensure he would be satisfied. When that wasn't enough for him, though, Danya decided that it became her job as the star to liven things up for the rest of the workers.

As the makeup artist touched up her mascara and buffed her nails until they were shining, Danya fixed Saul with a sly smile. "You know, boss, I was thinking, what if this time... we try it with me in the bed, and her doing the biting?"

Saul laughed. "That's a good one, doll!" The corners of his eyes crinkled as he forced a smile, which only lasted a second before he dropped it into a serious frown. "Butnow that your nails are fine it means it's time to shoot! Places!" He clapped his hands for emphasis, before the crew shuffled about to take their positions once more.

Danya sighed as she got to her feet, determined to do something different this time. The first part of the scene was as Saul scripted it—Interior, Laura's chamber. LAURA tosses and turns in her red silk sheets, red being representative of menarche, as CARMILLA approaches from between the gauzy white curtains, white symbolizing sexual purity, one foot in front of the other with catlike grace—but on reaching the bed, something shifted. Stage lights flickered, the air grew close, and psychedelic patterns began to shimmer across the set. As Danya approached, her aura of menace grew, a complete shift from Saul's syrupy and sensuous scene progression. She cackled, looming over the Toreador actress, who to her credit responded immediately with a shriek of fear that even Danya considered a little over the top. The crew around them were split between snickering into their hands and staring in horror at the ad lib (depending on whether or not they've worked with Saul previously.)

Of course, Saul was furious, lower lip trembling as he leaned out from behind his camera to shout "CUT!!" before he grabbed the assistant director's copy of the script. He stalked forward, his shoulders hunched, his head lowered, twisting the script in both hands. "Danya! Sweetie! Honey! What in the fuck did you do just now?"

"You like that, boss?" In an instant, the illusions evaporated, and Danya fixed him with a proud smile. "I just thought, hah, well, maybe this time we could use a little extra oomph!"

"Did the script call for oomph?" he asked, affecting a sugary tone that mimicked Danya's. "I don't recall writing anything about oomph. The oomph, that's– that's real cute, eh, extra oomph– how do I explain this so you can understand?" He pinched his forehead with one hand, muttering to himself with his eyes closed as he flipped open the script to the exact right page. He recited it as if from memory: "CARMILLA is completely silent as she reaches for LAURA, tenderly and without malice. You know, seeing as how you did the first five takes just perfect, I would think you could do a sixth without a problem!" His nostrils flared as he spoke, but he did his best to keep smiling at her. He couldn't lose his Carmilla, after all.

"But just think, boss! The audience thinks everything is all so romantic and dreamy, but then, wham, you have some spooky shots to cut in, show the real Carmilla!" She clasped her hands together, fingers interlocked.

Saul's rictus grin broke, and he laughed bitterly in her face. "Ohh, no, no, no– no, that's– that's not how this works, kid!" He pinched her chin, looking deep into her eyes. "We do things my way. That's the only way this movie gets made. Got that?"

She batted her eyelashes at him. "Oh, of course. Whatever you say, boss!" She gave him a little salute for good measure.

***

Somehow, Saul Meyer Jr.'s Carmilla finished filming. Despite numerous setbacks—the loss and subsequent re-use of kine crew members, Danya's penchant for mischief and improvisation, and Dickie's foul moods prime among them—it all came together in the end. Saul was even able to convince most of the cast and crew (those who were still alive) to come to the wrap party, including Danya.

While Dickie busied himself suckling from the neck of a teamster in some secluded corner, Saul did his best to corner his leading lady for a private conversation. Despite her continued attempts to "liven up" his carefully-planned future masterpiece, Danya proved herself indispensible in his eyes. More than that: Saul was pretty sure he was in love.

"Danya, baby...! You know something, I've been thinking about you. Dreaming about you, hah, just like before... just like little Laura, eh?" He stood close to her, hunched forward as he chewed on his lower lip. "So that got me wondering... hah, you know, what's that mean? For us, for, uh... for what we've got!"

Danya blinked, doing her best not to cringe back immediately. Perhaps, she thought, she had misheard him. "What we've... got?"

"Yes! You felt it, babe, I know you did! Why else are we both here, right now, like this?"

"Uhh. Well, boss, I thought it was because you invited us all to the wrap party!"

Saul laughed. "God, the way you talk..."

"Excuse me?"

He shook his head, taking a step closer. Saul was going to charge forward, whether he was getting the right signs or not. "Look, Danya, honey, the way I see it, you and me, we have got to be together. I mean, you are just the most phenomenal chick, eh? This could be it. The real thing, f-for both of us." His eyes shone, mania seeping into his voice. "You're the girl I have been waiting for, Danya...!"

When Saul leaned in for a kiss, however, he was met with the unmoving, unfeeling illusion of a Danya-doppelganger, her chimerstry coming back to bite him in the ass once more. Of course, by the time he even realized that she was gone, she was far out of range to hear his pathetic, groaning cry.

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Here my entry for the WOD MEET CUTE event in collab with @mspiggy

Here her wonderful fic about our characaters https://www.tumblr.com/feith-rikya/786257944514822144/tumblr

https://www.tumblr.com/feith-rikya/786257944514822144/tumblr

Thank you to the organizers! @porcelainseashore @crownedinmarigolds @vampemoqueen

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

13. Temperance: Moderation, chastity, even-temperament, being frugal and balanced in all things. You never indulge in any kind of excess behaviour.

Who can be more balanced than a True Brujah? But Anselm did something even more difficult then simply following his bane. Cursed by true love for Danya (and after being dead and a ghost for a while) he managed to let her go, and simply accepted to be at her side as a friend. From there, he never let his sentiments get the best of him and achieved a perfect balance, even tolerating a broken heart.

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

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VTM Fangfest 2025 - Day Thirteen - Temperance

Temperance is the virtue of moderation, self-control, and keeping restrained in your actions, thoughts and feelings. The avoidance of excessive indulgence and finding balance. Kolya did not enter the world of darkness willingly, and it has taken him a long time to both accept his lot in life and to also find a way to buck against it. He may have to listen to the call of his master every once in a while, but he has found a comfortable spot within the cracks of Kindred society, selling artifacts and wares to the highest bidders. He bides his time, protecting his stock with clan magics, and waits for the day he can watch these animals eat each other alive. Day thirteen! Kolya here is a Banu Haqim salesman who works out of a van, mostly driving to cities where things are tenuous and deserving of a good shakeup. He plays it all like a chess board. A careful drop here, a valuable gift here, a naive fall man here. He dislikes his fellow vampires greatly, but he knows he's got all the time in the world to set up their destruction. Too self-preserving to see daylight, but too disenfranchised to enjoy the night, Kolya's only real satisfaction these days is the sight of a bunch of stumbling Princes and Primogen fighting amongst themselves.

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Some more of my vampire baddies.

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

12. Prudence: Patience, vigilance, restraint. You refuse to take action that feels good in the short term, in favour of actions that benefit you in the long term.

(If you get the reference of this image, you get a free sketch.)

Giving prudence to a Mlakavian might be strange, but aside from Jonah's innate prudence and childlike innocence, he is someone who will never indulge in his weaknesses. he is someone who planned everything to an absolute obsession, and managed to control the Apocalipse even after his death. He is someone who planned the destruction of vampires ages ago, and he waited patiently letting his plan unfold... he couldn't have expected to find the mother he always wanted in Danya and a family in the others.

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

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This is still up if you would like to commission pls DM me!💕

Hello,

I am in the middle of a difficult situation right know, if you decide to commission me anything or just share this post around I will be very grateful!

Sorry I am not good with words, I am kind of embarrassed of having to do this…