#vittore

Happy birthday to me! Here’s a little art piece with my OC - Vittore. This year has been incredibly eventful for me. I started drawing digitally, and it’s brought me so much genuine joy. I’ve met new people and looked at some things from a fresh perspective. I want to thank you all again for your support, likes, reblogs, and comments💕

YOUU SUBMIT THIS WHILE IM POSTING THE TELEDRAMA ART HAURHFHF OH HELL YEAH!! THANK YOU QUEEN ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

If you guys ever wanted to interact with Vittore, feel free to do so in this blog !

— it's an ask-blog for my hazbin hotel oc !

I also made a Teledrama server for my lovely teledrama shippers out there and if you are ever curious on Vox and Vittore's dynamic and craving for content about them!!!

— the server is still in the works and quite empty due to a small portion of members but I'm active on there either way.

— No toxicity and unfortunately, I am a selective yumeshipper. The content needs to be only teledrama but you can express other fandoms or art !! Maybe fanart of teledrama as well :3

★ VITTORE DE LA CROIX | ILLUMI FILM-HYPNO OVERLORD

“My Darling”

My very first commission for the awesomely creative @akira-of-the-twilight, who requested an inked, chibi drawing of an original character: Vittore. A vampire, typically dressed in a suit with little bat tie clip, proposing. 

Commissions are OPEN: Please feel free to contact me for details or view my commission rates on ko-fi (https://ko-fi.com/T6T1A0CM). *Prices are flexible depending on what’s requested. 

The drawing is based on a scene from the below excerpt written by @akira-of-the-twilight: 

So caught up in his woes, Vittore tripped over something in the dirt. A cry of surprise ripped from Vittore. He grabbed ahold of a tree to stop himself from falling to the ground.

“What cruel joke is this?” Vittore crouched before a skeletal hand that stuck out from the earth. He clicked his tongue as he examined the appendage. Bits of flesh still covered a few fingers and the palm.

Vittore poked the pinkie finger.

The fingers twitched then stilled.

“Oh my. You haven’t fully crossed-over yet.” Many of the inhabitants to the World of Frightful Things had origins in the World of the Mundane. Some eventually found their way to a portal, but for those who had died and come back to life they often traveled through the realm of the dead before emerging in the World of Frightful Things (their physical forms crossing over with them in many cases).

The corpse before Vittore must have been uncertain of where it wished to be.

Vittore cupped the skeletal hand, his finger touching a gold band. “Oh, my dear, is this an engagement ring I see? Perhaps a wedding band? Were you waiting to be wed or had you experienced marriage before passing? Is that why you are indecisive about which world you wish to be in? Do you not know where your beloved is, and are you wishing to be reunited?”

Vittore released the hand to put his over his unbeating heart. “How truly tragic and beautiful.”

“Oh, my darling.” Vittore bent down and kissed the hand. “Please do not be afraid. Accept your afterlife, or your new life as it were. You would not be the first to struggle with the transition; however, the longer you wait, the harder it can be to dig oneself out from the ground. You might find yourself trapped forever under this dirt, and what kind of life is that?”

Vittore stood and spun away. “Don’t you want a life full of potential and joy? A life dedicated to making the living’s hearts race—to sending shivers down their spines? Of stealing the breath of the living with a few tricks and a sharp grin that shines under the streetlight? Don’t you want to remind those people that they are alive as adrenaline rushes through their veins? And as you watch them flee into the night, you feel a fraction of life return to your undead form that always hungers for more, yet can never be filled?”

“Oh.” Vittore  covered his mouth with the tips of his fingers. He chuckled. “Forgive me. I spoke too personally.”

Vittore kneeled and cradled the hand. “Sweet skeleton, I do not know what makes you hesitate to burst from this dirt and bloom; however, if it is because you wish for there to be a beloved for you here, then worry no more. For someone as beautiful as you, I will pledge myself. Burgeon from this earth, and I will be your husband.”