#dallan

The diego splode

Genuinely one of my favorite old comics. In fact I love it so much I was inspired to bring it back with what I know now

Bunch of icons I made for my TH profiles of these lads. From top to bottom:

- Jaxon - Dallan - Aster - Killscreen - Syntax

The first two were referenced, reference images can be found in the description of the images on TH!

Guy's been alone in his lil vampire house for about 4 decades too long and forgot how to have a normal conversation. He just yoinks people off the street for a little dinner party bc he doesn't know how else to go about it. Poor bastard just wants some friends.

Based on that Ask about if it's Parish who usually patches up my blorbos. The answer is Yes.

Parish has been dealing with Dallan's tendency to run into unfortunate shenanigans for the past 10 or so years. Dallan would probably have died a long time ago if he weren't pals with/working for a very good elven doctor. Poor dude's got Chronic Whumpee Disease.

ANYWAYS. What really started it was a dinner party Dr. Parish and a half-elf friend attended at Mr. Richard's greathouse. Dallan was just the lil resident servant boy cinnamon roll who took their coats & stuff. The head maid wasn't a fan of how the half-elf friend was critiquing her methods of keeping her staff busy so she tried to play a bit of a prank on him by messing with his food that backfired horrendously and nearly killed Wolf (and littol babby Dallan by proxy because Wolf was sharing his snacks because look at him. He was just so smol and helpful and looked like he needed a lil treat 🥺)

His name is Dallan and he suffers frequently but always springs back from it. Lives in a not-super-historically accurate fantasy victorian-era-ish inspired world with magic, elves, werewolves, vampires, etc. :)

Will take your coat at the door and then serve you tea.

One of my favorite character types is "oblivious fucking idiot" and it shows. I've had this OC for like 2 drawings and they've already devolved into an intensely silly little guy. Poor bastard needs a name.

After a very tense dinner party when Dallan leaves out the front door to go home he'd probably run into the local werewolf bounty hunter.

I basically have plot armor! No dying of consumption for me! I get even more time off than historically accurate! Isn't that great?

Let's throw werewolves, vampires, and other shit at him. Then hit him with excessive amounts of comfort because it's cathartic. I want to put this poor little guy and all of his fictional friends into all sorts of horrible situations even if it makes no sense because it's fun and gives the whumperflies.