Set Forth A Dream

That old art trend of drawing your oc or fav character in that Jon Arbuckle pose. Also, happy pride! Gave him a little flag belt buckle.

Inspired by Tomadachi Life. Alastor and Vincent had gotten married and it only took two days after getting hitched that Vincent started to think about having a child with Al.

I let the game decide the gender, personality, and name. I only changed the length of her hair and gave her glasses.

So everyone this is my murdermedia tomadachi child; Jamie. They both call her Mimi. She’s a friendly buddy type. She isn’t a white as Vincent but she got his eyes and nose. While getting a lighter brown skin and wavy hair from Alastor as well as the same color of hair. They are always spending time with each other, listing to Alastor sing in the living room, watching him cook, dancing with Vincent in the living room, or playing tag out on the lawn. They go for family walks! And recently decided that Jamie is one of the biggest jokesters in the house.

Unfortunately her first word was ‘Kitchen Knife’… but given who her dads are… yeah that makes sense.

As the weather bounces back and forth from sunny to pouring rain, I went for a walk in the wet sand of the beach on a sunny streak of the week. The deer cat trotted beside me, often scouting ahead before circling back and corralling me away from where the waves stretch onto the shore.

It had bounded up ahead and for only a few moments did it stay gone before scampering back in a panic! I scouted ahead to see what spooked the little guy so much to find a new hybrid animal. This one with the familiar silhouette of a dog, Labrador retriever. But from its back a dorsal fin jutted from its tufts of fur and its tail was that of a fish! Not just any fish, a shark.

A Sharkador Retriever?

I headcanon that Vincent’s father was a man who was never pleased with anything. And Vincent really wanted that approval.

His father would often say his college degree in meteorology for the weather was a waste. And always say, “Anyone can be a weather man. Look, I’ll do it right now. It might rain, it might nOt.”

More of this little Cat Deer creature. It has a high level of energy. I still do not know what to call it. A Dat? A Ceer? A Deet? And what its name should be. All things need a name.

I made the mistake of thinking it couldn’t claw the couch because of the nature of its hoof like paws, but with enough digging the cushions are shredded. He showed no remorse as I scolded him.

Catnip makes him mellow. He will roll around and paw in it and the becomes very affectionate.

The red dot of light. He will not chance it, but will run from it. I don’t believe he is scared of it though? I think he knows it is a game. But he’s got who chases who backwards.

His body is dynamic to say in the least. Fast, nimble, one moment slender and the next round. I believe he is a very good swimmer. Not afraid of water. He’s learned how to turn on the sink and leaves them running.

First post and more details:

Its behavior is similar to a domestic cat, enjoying lounging in sunny windows and playing with feathered toys. However, it’s much more skittish than the average cat, ready to bolt at unfamiliar sounds or scents that signal danger. Once desensitized to normal interaction, it will stand its ground against strangers, maintaining a safe distance.

Sometimes, it’s mischievous, knocking over cups and other items from tables. Its unique-shaped front paws allow it to grab onto things and open doors more easily than the average feline.

When threatened, it flattens its ears and lets out grunts or bellows of warning, much like a deer. In fights, it hisses and growls, using its hoof-like paws to slap and claw its attacker (they’re sharper than they appear) and lower its velvet-soft antlers on its head for defense.

It’s unknown if it will shed its velvet and grow larger antlers.

When upset, it huffs or sighs while stomping its hooves. It leaps, bounds, runs (much like a rabbit), and can climb trees, but not as quickly or effectively as a regular feline. It hunts small rodents and birds and leaves them as gifts. When relaxed and excited, it purrs and bleats.

On grass it’s mostly silent but on gravel or any hard surface, its paws click-clack against the floor. It’s recommended that they spend a lot of time outdoors to keep their hoof-like claws at the right length. Its diet consists of soft carrots mixed with chicken or fish pâtés.

When you opened the door no one was there. You step out to see if you catch the prick who thought it would be funny to prank you this early in the morning— or ever for that matter. But then your feet hit something and a small giggle erupts from down below. And there on your doorstep is a fawn in a bin with a note that reads:

‘Free Fawn Alastor. Cute? Yes. Problematic. Teething. Pulls on everything! Already drinks whisky! Don’t let those eyes and smile fool you! VIOLENT!’

And yet, they wouldn’t want to be anywhere else?

Alastor: Does this do something for you? Creeps.

My color pallet was every shade of the Asexual flag. Hope y’all can pick that out but just in case you can’t- well I told you.

Disclaimer: Uh, I’m not asexual— or don’t identify with it. Though correct me if I am wrong but I have read in several places that ‘Demisexual’ is a shade/on the spectrum of asexuality????(Yes??No?) If that be the case then perhaps I have that shade in me. (Lmao)

To the best of my colored ability I present to you:

Vintage Swing, Blues, and Jazz to Murder— I MEAN, StUdY to.

If I knew anything about animation Keekee’s tail would be slowly wagging. The fire in the back flickering while the Voxtech lights kinda move back and forth. The little fireflies would be slowly moving about and that lamp roach antenna would twitch. Alastor would blink every now and then while writing and his ear would twitch.

Study session with Alastor with all the best swing, jazz, and blues playing.

I had an idea, lofi girl, but Alastor. Couldn’t just stop at the iconic pose and cat in the window though. I got caught up in trying to put in as many little nods to both the show and the lofi girl’s room as possible.

I do want to color it soon but since I’m not that confidant in my coloring and how I’d like to do so, I figure I should show you guys the uncolored version first. I also have another version in mind as well but that’s going to take a little while.

I watched a video on color theory and like… toning??? colors.

I put them in dresses.

Nothing unusual for Val. Also my first time drawing him srsly aside from a messy stick figure sketch that shall not be seen. 😅

Alastor rocking his perspective dress of course. The red and black combo, made to sparkle (kinda like Vox’s blue glittery suit— wait it was blue right?) Anyway I imagine he doesn’t exactly like the cross dressing hobby, but isn’t afraid to do so *especially* for a skit, to prove he can wear something better, to fry Vox’s circuits. Which it absolutely did. I just haven’t drawn his reaction… yet! If anyone would like to draw their interpretation of his reaction in response, that would be fun too!

This is another DnD character I have yet to bring to a campaign. But he was very fun to come up with~ I took inspiration from at least 3 of my favorite characters.

Name: Vaelith Valcaire. (Vay-lith Val-Care)

Birth name: Vethryn (Veth-rin)

Alises: Ithra (Eethra) -by mother.

Race: Tiefling

Class: Bard

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Likes/Hobbies: Piano / Harp, Poetry, Dancing, Calligraphy, Wine tasting, Strategy games, Fencing, Mechanical Tinkering, People Watching

Dislikes: Reckless Sports, Competitive Dominance Sports, dull/stupid people,

Family: Unnamed Mother (deceased)

Unnamed Father (deceased)

Unnamed Aunt (Alive and searching for him)

Backstory: Vaelith; born as Verthryn, was born to two loving parents of inferni race. However loving they fell on bad times. Without the proper wages and means to care for their son the Church offered to take him. Not truly realizing that they signed away their parental rights and left him completely in the organization's care at the age of 4.

The organization changed his name to Vaelith Valcaire. From the moment they had full control they began to curate and engineer who he was. His horns would be shaved down and rounded to stay small and non threatening. Claws shaped into manicured nails. Told not to bare his teeth in his smile. To hide his tail as it was unbecoming of a proper gentleman. The Church believed they could redeem the demonic inferni bloodline by nurture and refinement. Everything from his image, education, hobbies, friends, and love interests were carefully constructed and picked to mold him into the image they wanted.

Unbeknownst to Vaelith his mother had been writing him letters that never reached him due to her unacceptance of using his new name. Addressed to ‘Verthryn’ or ‘My Ithra’ (my beautiful one).

By age 12 Vaelith’s behavior is refined, polite cruelty develops—subtle manipulation, charm, and controlled pettiness.

But all the suppression and control lead to darker secret behaviors: harming small creatures, testing his limits, learning subtle control.

At the age of 17 the ‘selected love interest’ gaining true feelings and unable to hide the truth of what the organization was doing planned to tell Vaelith everything, his name, the letters, the silent execution of his parents for trying to reach him. Instead she was silenced, brutally made as an example to others what would happen if they try to tear the fabricated lies. However Vaelith had witnessed the brutality and had realized the fabrication anyway. They spoke of refinement and gentlemanly behavior, that his natural inferni traits made him devilish, while they claimed they who had perfect smiles with no fangs, no tail, no horns or claws would brutalize someone and justify it as necessary.

He masters cold calculated cruelty. And turns on the organization by smoothly unveiling the extreme experiments they were doing to more children of other races. Of their unjustly murders and hypocrisy. The entire organization falls. Most of its members were imprisoned and or executed, while other members disbanded, starting smaller groups of their own. In the now unoccupied archives of the building he finds his mothers letters addressed to ‘My Ithra, Vethryn’ a person he’s never known himself to be.

At age 23 (current) Vaelith Valcaire is known as a well mannered man, charismatic, precise, and lethal. Streets left bloody, cities up in flames every town forever changed after he leaves.