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Leave me alone

Depression yellow 💛

(another fic inspired piece)

"Your smile doesn't reach your eyes" by adropintime

Small Hazbin Hotel redesigns

It’s been a year since last one, I am great with making something frequently /j

This time with Cherri Bomb, because… it’s pretty bad fams. It’s too crowded and doesn’t give any hints what character is (and the foot without a shoe. I’m dying inside)

I know, I could do better. Let me explain thought process

First off - I wanted to draw attention to her face, so I made rest of the body muted and dark, while face being white with light accents. I made red and blue most occuring colours with yellow accents to make her clash (you know, free spirit, bombs. I’m bad at explaining). I could make clothes lighter, I messed up on this part. They are too muted now hah.

When it comes to fashion itself I tried to find insirations in punks and skinheads. She reminds me of this subcultures character-wise and punk subculture mostly goes well with energetic, anarchistic people (punk is litterally about anarchy). Instead of this one bare foot I gave her two different shoes. Also ripped clothes, because fights.

In the upper left corner you can see her make-up. I needed to incorporate this after watching edgerunners (I know, I’m easily influenced).

And yes, spiliting mouth. Give me some body horror elements.

Also- she’s buff now. She needs muscles. Viv give us more body variety within main cast and more „logical” body building. If somebody fights a lot and throws stuff they will have muscles on arms.

There’s not much more to say, because we don’t really know much about her and I had no idea how to make it work heh.

Behold! Hot-headed earthpony girlfriend Berry Milkshake and her hopeless romantic zebra-unicorn boyfriend Stardust

Day 5: realization

I can’t believe it’s ending and I still read only 1 prompt from femmescripter. I need free time. I’m writing my stories for hour or so because I can physically give only so much attention to it :’^(

Storytime (this time without sad sub-plot I promise):

(Bradley)

I admitted to myself I love you at the end of november, when while driving I saw you on pedestrian street. Angry, cold, unlike you. I’m glad I made you get into my car; when we sat on folded back seats and started eating and drinking, when we were covering eachother with blanket; you finally brightened.

”Why won’t you ask what happened?” I heard.

I never associated this question with genuine concern. It was always a mind play for me in my worst years. How to tell you that?

”Why would I? If you want say it yourself.” Bravo me.

”It’ll be nice if you’d ask. That would mean you at least care.”

Oh Max. Getting on my nerves already, I am too weak to fight.

”I don’t like that question.”

”That’s all?”

”That’s all.”

”Can I tell you this?”

”You can say anything.”

”Even that your older sister is hot as hell?”

”WHAT!?”

You… started laughing. Very, very loud. It was… pleasant, pretty.

”You should have seen your face! Hahahaha, Jesus man haha. How are you not blowing your brain out with our trio? Ahyuk”

My heart was about to escape my ribcage and run to you, my smile subconsciously appeared. I thought for a moment that maybe this is how love feels.

You calmed down. Looked at me with your onyx eyes and said a phrase I will always remember.

”So this is your honest smile? Maybe you should use it more often”

You made it even wider.

(Max)

How did you know I would agree to a date? Was it a wild card or you knew something I didn’t yet but now am sure of?

My thoughts were just like that before seeing your smirky face „Ice rink? I never even wore ice skates before. Is it like regular skating? Why I agreed to it? Why was I so excited on a word ‚date’? Are you just mocking me? Or maybe it’s genuine.” I’m still mad that it was probably you figuring my own self sooner than I did.

Ice was much more unstable than asphalt, my legs were melting and you just stood there.

”Are you sure you don’t need any help?”

”NO. Give me a second.”

What am I talking about? I’m barely standing and fighting for my life clinging onto barriers. I won’t admit I can’t ice skate, that I am scared. Ain’t no way.

”Ugh!” Oh no. Your voice full of irritation went through my spine. Don’t approach me, don’t approach me, don’t approach me… DAMMIT!

”Hold my hands”

”No, thanks. I’ll figure that ou-„ You bastard you grabbed me!

”Listen, shape your feet into V…”

”Ookay”

”See? You’re fine. I’m holding you, you are steady. It’s fine” Steady? It is anything but steady!

”Now. Pull dominant leg away and go to me. Just like skating”

”mhm” I’m moving forward, it’s fine, it’s fine. No! Hell it’s not! It’s not at all… wait, I feel your grip getting stronger.

”I’m here, don’t worry. Look at me and it’ll be fine” Why is your voice so calming? Not that I mind but… how are you doing that? Making me feel so safe?

We are moving forward, I start getting it. I can do this!

”Let me go”

”Max, I don’t think it’s good idea”

”C’mon. I will do it”

”As you wish~”

Heck yeah! I’m doing it. I’m great. It is great. It… it starts to get unsteable again. Oh no. OH NO. OH NONONONO ARGH-

I barely got caught, one millimeter further and I’d be on a ground. I feel like made of jelly.

”Hahahahaha! What were you saying? It’s not THAT easy princess hahaha”

Looking at you, laughing, holding me from that angle… oh cupid you really are cruel. I don’t think I’m ready for relationship.

”Are you alright Max?” Your ocean-blue eyes widened. That cloudy-sky, royal, deep blue looking at me. And your hair waving in a wind like a sea of weeds, with all the shades of a plane tree. Even your brows look stuning when you look at me all concerned. You are all mine at this moment and this is comforting like comfy bed after tiring day, like cold drink in summer heat, like… us seating in your car.

I changed my mind. I must be with you in a relationship.

If you ever wondered how is it to wait at ginecology lecture after whole day on paedriatric ward with no eraser in sight and using almost no refference

Why?????

this is how it looks like

It was supposed to be that one thing but eehhhhhh

meet my mythology au for curlya lmao. curly is a cornish owlman (largely based on a barn owl but the tufts are a must), and anya is a poludnica (a slavic spirit that comes to reap your soul when you're dying of heatstroke at noon in the field)

they hang out at dusk and dawn :)

I was bored and these two came to my mind again

@ko-mo-re-bii

The Source of Life (2024) by Clayshaper — bases on “The Eclipse of the Sun in Venice” (circa 1842) by Ippolito Caffi