#dallan

[whump-on-a-string]

I am always inconveniencing this poor man. I mean who doesn't like to harass their OCs a little? You know. As a treat.

[williamshamspeare]

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

[itskeej]

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!

I... guess people can use these if they want (with credit)? BUT TBH I’m not too sure who would wanna when I got not a lot of content regarding these lads HAH.

[whump-on-a-string]

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.

I like my shenanigans with a bit of levity.

[whump-on-a-string]

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 🥺)

Doctor Parish was furious.

[whump-on-a-string]

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.

I posted some whump art of him and was not anticipating any number of reblogs but since it's gotten more than like 5 notes I will share some more info on my old blorbo. He's usually my go-to character if I want to draw something whumpy.

I made him in 2011 for RP with a friend & the poor bastard's been shot, poisoned, & has had attempts made on his life at least twice because his friend (my RP pal's OC) had a lot of enemies after him so Dallan tended to get caught up in all of the chaos. ...If anyone wants to make silly OC blorbos together feel free to hmu.

[whump-on-a-string]

Dallan and silly vampire boy had been living rent free in my head; mainly in all kinds of scenes where vampire boy accidentally hurts Dallan because of utter stupidity

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.

He starts using the back door after that.

[whump-on-a-string]

Oh I'm just a silly little fantasy victorian era man. Can I get you some tea? Tee hee! Look at my neat clothes. I am just a little guy. I'll go polish the silver! Hahaha! I should've died like 3 times because half of the available medicine was basically just getting wasted and/or has cocaine in it. But it's fantasy! Magic exists. Yay! We can ignore a lot of dumb stuff we don't like in this era because F A N T A S Y! FICTION!

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.

It's okay buddy. One of your best pals is a doctor/surgeon. :)