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🐰 bunnie, or @heartmush.pink! 🩵 scribbles: #heartclutter, #rkgk 🦋 writing/ocs: #heartstutter, #oc ☁️ i: @froflossy, h: @wonemie

velvet (she/her, it/its) illustration of a feminine character with tan skin and dark brown hair tied into buns with little ribbons. she's wearing a baro't saya (the top is a white shirt with puffy translucent sleeves while the skirt is a mauve-brown with a pinkish-red plaid apron),white gloves, and a silver necklace. the photo used as reference for the pose is in the background. also there's a worm version of her on the upper left of the drawing
illustration of velvet collapsed on the ground in front of several tubes of paint, brushes, and a drawing she has worked very very hard on. she is sighing in relief and covered in blue paint.
DUMME (any pronouns) office tailor. their last straw was several hundred straws ago. a catgirl who's one second away from ending it all. - head/fur is pincushion texture - has high pain tolerance "Ohh you want a new sweater, huh? Yeah sure I'll make you a new sweater hahahahahaha" A sketch page of a green-haired, pink-eyed catgirl working on a sewing machine. She has a messy looking haircut down to her shoulders, and patchwork pattern on her ears. There are various sewing pins sticking out from her head. Her expression looks slightly manic; she has bloodshot eyes, teeny tiny pupils, deep eyebags, and an soulless smile. On the bottom right corner is her "creature form", a green stuffed plushie cat with wiry whiskers and the same bloodshot, empty smile. It is wearing an office shirt with oversized sleeves, dark olive green suspender pants, and a plaid green tie. There are various band-aids on its body. Orange cheeto dust stains the corner of its mouth.
1. A girl wearing oversized pajamas with small ribbon decorations. She has an eyepatch with a matching ribbon at the center, and an eyemask at the top of her head with cat-ear looking attachments. She is holding a pillow and looks sleepy. (Dialogue text: "Hwuh?" 2. The same girl with her knees pulled up to her chest, smiling and looking at the camera. Her hair falls and reveals she is wearing pom pom earrings to match the rest of her outfit. (Dialogue text: "It's Velvet's first time at a "sleepover"!"
Drawing of my oc, Velvet, as though she were in an "actor AU"— aka a universe where the events in the canon universe were actually part of a directed show/movie, and Velvet is a character being played by an actress. ACTOR AU Veteran actress for ~10 years Jaded about her fans & the industry (feels like people only think she's cute and don't actually appreciate the work she puts into the art) "FLEECE" She normally has a grumpy face, but it looks rather innocent when she falls asleep. (she dislikes this, so don't bring it up to her) [Velvet/Fleece is sleeping on various script papers sprawled across a desk.] -Velvet's actress is always sleeping from running around [Fleece squints sleepily at her script, which has post-it notes stickied to the pages.] - Trying to stay awake... [Fleece stares at the viewer with a wide-eyed but panicked expression.] - Trying to keep eyes wide open (the false eyelashes are really heavy) [Image of Fleece wearing a ponytail and holding out a water bottle] "You haven't drunk anything today..." - Takes good care of her juniors (she's empathetic to their struggles)
A bust of a girl wearing a black maid's uniform and cream apron. A raspberry colored ribbon is tied around her neck. A white eyepatch is over her right eye. Her other eye is a pale apricot, and peers out at the viewer while smiling. She has long pink hair, and some of which is tied up into two triangular buns. "VANILLA" VELVET aka Velvet if "the story" was just a world, and and she was not a "character setting from a story" - more naive/prone to suggestion - easier to read (ha, ha) - genuinely believes her dad loves her - eyes always red from crying (never in front of others!) - eye injury from an "accident" shortly before arriving at mansion dialogue: "I'll do well, and then dad will...!" "Vanilla" Velvet has +HOPE +HOPE +FEAR +FEAR, but canon velvet has no hope and no fear. Which is why she's like that
A pink haired, freckled girl smiles up at the viewer. The camera is at a slightly elevated level perspective wise. The girl has two hairbuns and long hair trailing behind her as though it were swaying in the wind. She is wearing sneakers, an eyepatch on her right eye, and a red tie. On the upper left of the image is a headshot where she shows a panicked expression. The lower right features a chibi of her tired face. TEXT: - Abandoned by dad, she spends 99% of her time looking after the younger kids at the orphanage— works part time (x4) to pay for their school supplies, toys, food, etc. (orphanage is not well funded). Considered a "delinquent" by most teachers. Skips class + bad grades + sleeps during lessons. Wearing hand-me-downs (oversized ill-fitting clothes) Always somewhat injured from various jobs. Bandaids from injuries.
A pink king charles cocker spaniel! It has red spots on its ears, paws, and tail like it had stepped in blood. It is wearing a cream eyepatch.
A girl with an eyepatch and french maid uniform stretches her arms with a smile. The left image is the default uniform while the right has her using skirt hikes in order to move better.
If Velvet is flesh, Foxglove is bone. The end of all things. A self-made hound, one whose smile never reaches its eyes. Every dog knows how to beg, but very few know how to take— what to take, and what to do with their spoils. Foxglove is no such dog; she holds her own leash. Her father does not love her. She understands from the moment he leads her into the woods, back as wide as the shadow that stretches before them. This is a test. He will leave her, and then he will watch. Foxglove loosens her grip, eyes the forest, and reaches for what she can. She will survive. She must survive, and he is in the way. But she bides her time. She sharpens her teeth. Foxglove's violence is swift and delicate. A child should not hold such grace, but Foxglove discards what she doesn't need, hollows out her heart. All for the sake of this day, ten years from the silent night and the darkened snow. She knows now how to quiet her footsteps, how to strike in a way most deadly. The knife cuts like water, smooth and undeterred. A perfect finish. She doesn't bother remembering his face. — When the truth of The Manor is revealed, she wastes no time in finding the candles, cutting the chandelier, oil on the floor, wreathing the haunt in smoke and flame. A fire consumes the house that night, and Foxglove sits in the parlor, undisturbed. She sips her tea. She swallows peacefully.
An edit of the "Let's Take Ibuprofen Together" meme with a pink haired girl in a suit and red gloves. It's very glittery.
Redraw of a panel from the PV of BUTCHER VANITY, a song by FLAVOR FOLEY. A pink haired character in a striped suit sits at a table, holding a knife in its right hand, and a fork with a raw cut of steak in the left. It seems to be... singing?
When Guseul is in middle school, girls whispered her name in the halls. It's that girl. The "artist". Artist in quotes. Always by herself. Snickering between slightly parted fingers; they want her to know they're talking about her. She thinks she's better than everyone else. Guseul skulks in the back of classrooms, her gaze doling judgement onto the masses. She keeps her mouth shut. If she responds, she'll be admitting she cares. She lets her fists do the talking. Lee-rin's shove cracks open a space inside her ribcage, on the underside of her heart. Static dances across her knuckles. Her lips press together into a thin line, tightly wound against the chapped surface she bites at when she holds herself back. He doesn't know what he's talking about. He's talking out of his ass, trying to get a rise out of her. Guseul already knows this. She remembers it well. Yet still, something viscous begins to flow, hot and cold all at once. Foul. What can she say? What can she even say? Shut up, fuck off. You're an idiot. He'll find satisfaction in her response no matter what. Boys like Lee-rin delight in her anger more than anyone. They think she's weak. She is not weak. It takes only a second for Guseul's palms to ram into the center of Rin's chest. There's no intent behind the action, it's a blip in her consciousness. Muscle reflex. Her lungs are burning. She doesn't measure her strength. She is not weak. "What would you know!?" The viscous hot-and-cold thing coats the underbelly of her words.
My oc, Guseul, in a Splatoon AU! A blue haired octoling wearing a school uniform brandishes a large paintbrush in preparation for a fight.