#moody color pallet

[hermoodymaximalismhome]

[roach-pizza]

I never liked those commercials because it always felt like a slight rip off for incredibly mid-low grade food. I remember the jingle and everything but was never convinced that was a good deal.

But I fully believe goth characters need to be more strange. Forget the looking strange, that person should be undeniably goth in any set of clothing.

the "goth mommy" trend has done the same irreparable damage to people's expectations in the exact same way subway's 5 dollar footlong sandwhich promotion did

[theonlyqualitytrash]

Headcannon - Fyodor paints + little scenario with his s/o

I got the idea from this reddit post. Irl Dostoevsky drew faces, architectural details, and doodles in the his manuscripts as he worked on them. (see more)

So, I think that, in addition to playing the cello, Fyodor would also paint from time to time. Once I had that established, well, I fell down a rabbit hole and started to question things: What would his art style be like? Would he focus on realistic detail or lean toward deeper, symbolic meaning? How would he paint his s/o?

I am here to answer all of these questions!

Note that this is an oversimplification

In exploring Fyodor's art style, I took a closer look at two key art movements from the 1800s: Neoclassicism and Romanticism. Both of these styles were in vogue during irl Dostoevsky's time. Neoclassicism is all about order, harmony, and ideals inspired by ancient Greece and Rome, with its focus on balance, clean lines, and rationality. In contrast, Romanticism celebrates intense emotion, individual expression, and the beauty in raw, untamed moments.

At first glance, Neoclassicism might seem to suit Fyodor. He desires order and speaks of a "pure world," so he should like balance and structure. However, his means of getting there—violent, chaotic, and deeply extreme—do not at all correspond with the calm, reasonable ideals of Neoclassicism. His approach is emotional and powered by passionate conviction, aligning him much more with Romanticism.

Romanticism thrives on chaos and dramatic intensity, capturing the sublime—a mix of beauty and terror that inspires awe. This perfectly reflects Fyodor’s presence. His vision of transformation through destruction rejects the symmetry and reason of Neoclassicism, embracing instead the emotional turbulence Romanticism values.

This connection deepens when we consider the real Dostoevsky, whose works are realizations of Romantic ideals. The novels of Dostoevsky struggle with morality, faith, and human complexity—all themes central to Romanticism. Similarly, Fyodor inherits these traits: he has a fascination with existential struggle and the darker side of humanity.

Ultimately, Fyodor's art would reflect chaos in his vision: symbolic and dramatic.

Examples of Neoclassical and Romantic art.

Now that we have that settled how would he go about painting his dearest?

To him, capturing his s/o on canvas wouldn’t be about mere realism but about portraying the essence of who they are (the soul, if you will)

The act of painting would be a quiet, shared experience. Fyodor might speak occasionally, but most of the time, there’d be a thoughtful silence as he works. He’d glance up from the canvas now and then, not to check proportions but to meet his s/o’s gaze, a rare, unguarded softness in his eyes

For Fyodor, painting his s/o would be an act of devotion, a love language that speaks through creation

His strokes might highlight the eyes, focusing on the way they seem to “see through him”; while the background would be muted dark colors with swirling patterns (to empathize his s/o even more on the canvas)

He could paint his s/o from memory if he wanted to

Fyodor would focus on the use of light and shadow to create depth and emotion, akin to Caravaggio’s chiaroscuro. His pallet would consist of rich, moody tones—like browns, greys, deep reds and dark blues

“Do you think beauty is inherent, or is it something we create by how we see the world?”

His brush slowed, pausing mid-stroke as his eyes lifted and met yours. The faint scratching of bristles against canvas ceased, and the question just lay there, soft but profound, and for a moment he said nothing, his head cocked a little to one side as though weighing the thought with due care. Then, in a contemplative tone, he replied, “I think it’s something we create, something we shape. But perhaps… there’s beauty in the act of creation itself.”

The words hung in the air, stirring something within you. You glanced at the brush in his hand, the way it moved with careful precision, as though coaxing life from the canvas. “I think beauty is a reflection of love,” you said softly, finding your voice. “When you love something—or someone—you can’t help but see the beauty in them. It’s like love polishes the lens through which we see the world.”

His brush hovered above the canvas, his gaze flickering back to you. The room was hushed, as if even the air were holding its breath. His dark eyes looked into yours, a flicker of something tender crossing his face. “So you believe beauty cannot exist without love?” he asked in a low tone, almost probing, as though the question was as much to himself as it was to you.

You shook your head gently, the corners of your lips lifting in a soft smile. “Not quite. Beauty is everywhere, even in what we don’t understand. But love… love makes us stop to notice it. It makes us care enough to see.”

His brush resumed its delicate dance, leaving trails of colour across the canvas. The sound of the bristles was faint but rhythmic, like a heartbeat shared between the two of you. His gaze lingered on you, not for reference but as if to commit the moment itself to memory. “You always do this,” he murmured, the faintest edge of warmth in his voice.

“Do what?” you asked, tilting your head curiously.

His eyes traced along the curve of your face, the brush in his hand moving in fluid, purposeful motions. “You take my abstractions and give them warmth,” he said, his tone caught between frustration and awe. “It’s maddening.”

A laugh escaped you, soft and fond, the sound weaving into the quiet intimacy of the room. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” you said lightly, though your heart ached with a warmth you couldn’t quite name.

His lips quirked in a smile, his brush continued to craft the image of you—his muse, his paradox, his heart laid bare in strokes of light and shadow.

[drawbauchery]

used my own color pallets for this Lol :3

Moody cat😾 and sleepy boy🥱

VAMPIRE RYOMA!?!?

[supermassivebutthole]

god imagine if all the twilight movies had season-based color palettes.

twilight is such a moody pacific northwest winter with the blue tint

new moon is obviously a cozy autumn with yellows and oranges and dark greens.

eclipse could be like a overly bright, jewel tone summer pallet.

breaking dawn part one is spring bright, colorful spring with flower tones and vibrant greens, just shy of tropical.

breaking dawn part two is a pale, pastel-y spring pallet, like cherry blossoms and crystal clear water and bright snow.

[bclaymoore]

In praise of Stan Goldberg, whose early sixties colors for Marvel Comics covers presented inventive, moody atmospheres, utilizing gradients and limited palletes that all but vanished once the job fell into the hands of others.

[project-v175]

Out on a Limb

Brutal fighting. That's what the wizarding world had succumbed to. Violence. All her life, she had only known the peace of magic. That changed when she became an apprentice at the ministry. She wanted to be an auror. She wanted to restore peace. He who shall not be named had ruined everything for her, and it needed to be set right. Nothing felt normal for her.. not until him.

Chapter 19: Let Me Love You

The rest of the night was a blur for both of them. All Venus knew was that her surroundings were unfamiliar. She would have been fine with her bedroom, now lovingly painted with music notes and paint pallets, or even the House of Black. The humid air, bland walls, and heat made her mind spin. The bed she lay in made her back ache. Several pops were heard as she sat up. A familiar warmth touched her hand as she found support beside her. When she looked, a peaceful Alastor lay beside her. Panic flooded her. Venus began to search the sheets and her body frantically. Alastor rolled over to find Venus pulling at her clothes, scanning her skin for any mark or blemish. He laughed softly, “I promise if I found myself in a place to make love to you, you would be well aware it happened.” 

Venus looked at him confused, but relieved. She flopped back. The bed wobbled under the motion, knocking on the wall behind it. Alastor sat up in the bed. He looked over at her, groggy from waking up. “You fell asleep, crying. I couldn’t go back to the House of Black and you don’t label your keys. I just took off your shoes and covered you up. If you want to shower, the bathroom is downstairs to the left, but I don’t have any of that fancy stuff you use.” Alastor began to crawl out of the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed, putting on his metal leg before he stood up. 

“OH, uhm.. No, I’ll just head home. Thank you. I uh- Where are we?” Venus sat up as well. She clutched her clutched for a moment, readjusting the bra she had slept with. “My house.” Venus stared at Alastor, stunned. She immediately jumped from the bed, brushing herself off. “Shit! Really? I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have- You should have woke me up, or, or gotten a hotel room, or something else. Something other than- this.”

Alastor blinked at Venus. He stood across from her, head tilted and face strung in confusion. “So I, the person who nearly saw you get kidnapped and die, am supposed to let just- sit in a hotel room?” Alastor hobbled over to Venus. His weight was placed entirely on his good leg. “Me. Alastor Moody, am supposed to leave you, unattended, unconscious, in a strange place, by yourself. You really think I’m going to do that?” Alastor stood over Venus, eyebrows lifted. She stared up at him, a deep color slowly growing on her cheeks. Her gaze drifted down to the floor as the heat from her cheeks fell further down. She hadn’t been so close to Alastor in months. Let alone in a bedroom, where the two had previously been sharing a bed.

Alastor lifted her chin between his thumb and index. She stared up at him. Alastor’s jaw tightened while he examined her features. Venus’s mascara was smeared and her wide eyes were watery. She bit her lip, chewing on previously scarred skin. He had to pull her lip from between her teeth before she broke the skin again. No doubt it was a habit she had picked up while he was away. He wouldn’t do that again. Never. His hand guided along her jawline, tangling into her untamed hair. Then he pulled away. He didn’t want to, but he did. The longer Alastor stood there, the more he wanted to pull her closer, the more he never wanted to let her leave his sight again. He wanted to be there during her every breath. It wasn’t just love that had driven him to protect her. At this point, he was obsessed. He wanted to protect her from every little danger, every little paper cut. The longer he stood in front of her, the less likely he was to let her go. 

Venus’s brows furrowed when Alastor pulled away. His eyes turned away from hers as he pulled his hand from her. She grabbed his wrist, yanking his attention back to her. She took another step closer. Alastor stood stiff. His hands hovered over her skin. Venus let her hands travel up Alastor’s arms and his muscles tensed beneath her. 

“Venus..” Alastor warned. 

“What?” Venus glanced up at Alastor, her eyes innocent. 

“This is a dangerous game you’re trying to play, eh?” His voice dropped low in his chest. 

“And why is that?” Venus cooed in return as her hands fell on Alastor’s shoulders. She cupped his face, standing on her tiptoes. Alastor gripped Venus’s hips and her body was overtaken by his. She was a child in front of him. “Because I am obsessed with you. I am completely, and utterly, in love with you. And the longer I stand in front of you, the more I-” Alastor cut himself off. He paused, searching for any kind of reaction from Venus. 

“Alastor.. Let me love you.”

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Author Note

So life seems to have gotten away with me. I ended up going back to the doctor for my back. The doctors have confirmed that I do have severe spinal damage. I'm doing a lot of at-home therapy right now. I'm working a lot more now and college is coming up this fall. I plan to make time to write again now that I'm not living at the doctor's office.

There can be more to this chapter, but it's nsfw. Do you all want a fade to black scene or should I proceed with the spicy stuff?

[mystic-scorpio]

WHAT TO GIFT YOUR FRIENDS BASED ON THEIR ZODIAC SIGN

Can't come up with the perfect gift for your friend? All you need to know is their zodiac sign.

[This is PART 2 with only the last 6 zodiac signs. PART 1 link at the end]

[copyrights reserved ©️mystic-scorpio]

7. LIBRA

Libra(MALE):-

- air diffuser or purifier and a nice fragrance (to help them keep in touch with nature)

- a quote board (to keep them motivated and happy)

- chocolate with dried fruits and nuts (chocolate of their taste preference)

Libra(FEMALE):-

-Skincare like clay masks and sheet masks to keep them glowing 24/7.

-Cosmetics (a colorful eyeshadow pallet fit for the diva.)

-Gourmet chocolates with dried fruits and nuts.

8. SCORPIO

Scorpio(MALE):-

- an oversized moody coloured hoodie or jacket (since they are most comfortable in their own skin and have a safe space for themselves)

- crystal candles with a nice aroma and a long wick (these people love to live by the candlelight and a long wick so that they don't burn themselves)

- metallic bracelets, watches, tiepins or cufflinks with a edgy vibe (since scorpio is the house of death and transformation)

Scorpio(FEMALE):-

-Essential oil diffuser, bath salts and oils, and scented candles to keep their stress at bay

-perfumes (preferably woody scents)

-books(criminal mysteries, detective or horror stories)

-Elegant minimalistic silver accessories

9. SAGITTARIUS

Sagittarius(MALE):-

- sports apparels like spiked running shoes, ropes for climbing or skipping

- take them out for skydiving, bunjee jumping or car racing (sports that gives them a thrill)

- take them to a club, late at night and give them a dance floor to themselves to dance the night away

- exotic truffle chocolate collection with a variety of different fillings (they like to expand their edible variety)

Sagittarius(FEMALE):-

-A gourmet coffee sampler (because they are probably overthinking at night.)

-Metallic watches (they need to look as smart as they are)

-Shoes of their choice.

10. CAPRICORN

Capricorn(MALE):-

- a boxed chess set (no sign appreciates craftmanship and the art of strategy making more than them)

- ambitious people get stressed easily and nothing can it away more than a nice aromatic candle

- ruler of the house of legacies, they love antique products and anything that improves with time like an old grandfather clock

- blankets that are true to their form so as to keep them warm in their safe space

Capricorn(FEMALE):-

-Aesthetic phone covers (to reflect their cool personality)

- Hoodies (of their preferred color)

- Headphones (to keep the noise out while they concentrate)

-Books with a pinch of drama.

11. AQUARIUS

Aquarius(MALE):-

- being believers of the phrase, "reality is not what it seems", they love to ponder the infinite and bend boundaries of the mind, therefore reading psychological books would make sense

- latest trendy tech products such as wireless headsets, smartwatches would make them happy. They just have a knack for it.

- branded sneakers of vibrant colours

- plan a day out with them and invite all their friends since they are social butterflies

Aquarius(FEMALE):-

-They like to keep up with the trends, the latest electronic devices make them happy.

-Clothing items and accessories of vibrant colors to match their vibrant personalities

-A Polaroid camera to cherish the memories they make with the people they love.

12. PISCES

Pisces(MALE):-

- they would love romantic books with a happy ending

- they would really appreciate a heartfelt gift like a bouquet of flowers with a handwritten card inside it

- small gifts of high sentimental value such as an engraved photo frame to keep in their living room

- a nice small notebook to write down their thoughts when they overthink would be highly appreciated

Pisces (FEMALE):-

-Jewellery like earrings and bracelets to make these kind souls shine.

-A personalised gift like a picture album or a handmade scrap book to take them down the memory lane.

-A Spotify playlist made exclusively for them.

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[I do not own any of the pictures used here. Credit to their respective owners.]

A/N: Please remember that people are diverse and unique. Everybody may not act as per their zodiac sign. So this guide may not completely apply to the concerned person.

All advice are based on the general behaviour of the zodiac signs.

I hope you enjoyed reading.

Link to PART 1 :

[hermoodymaximalismhome]

[yesyourstalker]

Taka:......................................................................

Neta:....................................*sigh*.............................

Taka:.............. So... uhhhh..... is that a new suit?..... It's really nice.......

Neta: I bought it today at the mall after you texted me last night................................

Taka:Soft color pallets........didn't know you like that

Neta: can't wear black all the time......

Taka..... Is that blue or purplish?...... .......

Neta: It's periwinkle

Taka: oh ok......... It's different. You have right to experiment..... Your tattoos are back though....... that's good........it was kind of strange seeing you without them what did you do to make him disappear like that?

Neta: took some of my daughter's makeup..........

Taka: Right right. I forgot you had you had a .............kid

Neta: is that okay? Is it something wrong with that?

Taka: NO! um yes!..... Yes.... it's...... I'm - I have no problem with you having a kid. Maybe I can meet her sometime......

Neta: I don't think we're at that stage-

Taka: Right! right! You're right you're so right. I'm sorry, boundaries........*sigh*...................

Neta:...........................................................

Taka:....... I think one of your piercings fell out

Neta: No I took it out. I just want the one I Just thought having more than one was a little too much

Teka: yeah, that's fine................................ Can I ask?......... Why are you changing? How you look? You look great before and you look great now I'm not saying that you don't look good it just it's a rastic change...

Neta: I don't know. I didn't really think about it until I had that bank meeting and I had to cut my tentacles. I was so scared of looking in the mirror thinking I wouldn't recognize myself. Believing that I would be looking at a stranger in the mirror......... fearing that I've lost my identity... but that didn't happen...............I saw myself. I really liked how I looked....... It wasn't crazy or over the top. It was just a simple cut.......... But it was still me........ It was still Neta not just a number....................... Since I was 14 I had to look uniform like everyone else in my Splatoon. black top, black pants, boots and red hair. Nothing stuck out...... We all have to look the same... To intimidate our enemies and let them know that we fight as one......... If one of us dies, another one will take its place......... and when one of us did die we wouldn't know who it was until we got home......... That's what they really wanted.

and when I finally got out I guess I just went nuts. I dyed my tentacles, shaved them, cut them, grew them out. I started to get piercings and tattoos. I wanted to look different and stand out as much as I could......... And I wanted to prove to myself that I was an individual and that I wasn't this pawn, this object to be controlled ................. I guess I don't need to prove that to myself anymore....... I know who I am............. I guess I'm healing. I don't know........ Wearing platform boots and a denim vest gets hot in the summer..........

Taka:....................................... Ok............cool........

Neta: .............*sigh*......... taka...... I think we-

Taka: I think we should see other people!........... It's just......... You're a lot........... and...... you're kind of a chore to be with sometimes..... .. I should have listened when you yelled at me at the store......... I thought being with someone that looks like You would be fun.....but it's not. You're moody, you're irritable, you rarely want to do anything. You're quick to anger. You're just a bummer to be around. Like you just.........*sigh*..... when you said daddy issues I thought that meant you were a touch starved or something. I didn't expect it to be you crying in bed because your dad didn't call you like he promised. Then you say shit like what you just said! I don't know how to respond to that! I didn't expect all of......... this. It's too much and it's not worth it. You're not worth it. Oh shit that was mean...........I'm sorry Neta..... I have to go.

Neta:.............................................................. Hey ikkan. Do you think you can book a last minute flight here to have dinner with me?.......... Yeah................ He kind of hurt my feelings..... but I'll get over it.... ok....... am I a burden?.......... No he said I was a chore but that's just another word for burden.................................... thanks babe.....I love you too......I'm at la homard at table six.. bye

............*sigh* I'm okay. Everything's okay. I didn't love him... and the sex was mediocre.......I'll have a quick and quiet cry at the table and I'll be fine...........Excuse me waiter! I'd like to have my check separate. Yes and that gentleman over there coming out of the men's room is planning on dining and dashing..... Oh! Do you think you can get me more of the shrimp dip and ..... small plate of the artichoke spinach squid puffs please.. take your time with it. There's no rush....... for dessert I'd like chocolate lava cake and a carrot cake to go please yes that'll be on my check. Thank you.

Next day

Mahi: you didn't say anything. You didn't tell him off. You just let him say that and walk away!!!!???

Neta: yeah.... I guess it was a little bit in shock I mean I shouldn't have been....... I knew he was just dating me for my body and my appearance, but you know I didn't expect him to actually say all that...... He was such an asshole..... the minute I showed any sort of vulnerability. He always shut down and treated my problems as an inconvenience to him......... I slept over at his place one time. I had a very vivid night terror..... the kind where you wake up in a cold sweat you don't know where you are........ I was just shaking and hyperventilating and shit ........... And I'm trying to calm down and he just........ uh.. I knew he wasn't asleep!....... he makes this terrible noise when he sleeps cuz he sleeps with his mouth open. It's fucking gross! He stopped suddenly. He just laid there and....... did nothing to help me......... a moment when he could have actually shown that he "loved" me he pretended to be unaware of it................. Then he acted like it never happened the next day................... fuck...................................*sigh* good riddance

Mahi: Neta....... That...... that's .... That's fucking terrible... I know you're going to say no but I'm going to ask anyway

Neta: you don't need to kick his ass....

Mahi:oh come on why not!?

Neta: I'll tell you when we close

Mahi belongs to @fish-at-fish-fish-resort

[generaltrashshecox]

Gabi, imagine Anthony makes an abstract art piece with moody, gothy colors as a gift for his boyfriend Damien to hang up.

Ajsjs Lilac you make me insane. It's definitely something he'd do!

He takes the blacks, and purples, and deep reds smearing them over the canvas. He's got a smile on his face that he can't help cause he knows Damien's gonna love it but there's something missing. It matches the colors of his home but there's just something... And then it hits him. He puts silver on his pallet and starts to press it in parts where it needs it and that when it feels perfect. He wants to post the after but also doesn't want Damien to see it before he gifts it to him or for others to question why it's hanging in Damien's house if it ever gets revealed. When it's finally done drying he can't wait to give it to him. He goes over to Damien's painting in hand. And Damien loves it of course he does it's something handmade with care that makes him blush because he doesn't think he really deserves it and it fits so perfectly in the wall matching everything even the silver in his hair... I aksjsn 😭

[go-go-devil]

Alright so my Pathologic Classic confession is that this game has finally awakened my "emo" phase of sorts. Its deary color pallet (many times consisting of red, grey, and black) and intense moody themes are something my edgy 2000's ass simply cannot ignore, yet it is also so insanely weird and non-commercial that it allows my autism to spread through it without any overstimulating boundaries. I daydream dramatic AMV's of the characters while listening to Breaking Benjamin, Evanescence, and Three Days Grace. I contemplate the game's themes of death, transcending physical boundaries, and equating inanimate objects to the physical body while lying in bed with a stomach ache. Sometimes I even imagine holding the Bachelor's hand.

[primroseyarnco]

✨OBSESSED✨ with this new Aran base we are launching in a few weeks time! Hey y’all! Kelsey here, checking in, and I just wanted to give a review of this new base in real time, as I am working with it. I am knitting the “Verdea” by @mishi2x in 🧶our colorway: “Salted Pearl”, and I just cast on the second collar panel last night. Superwash is a very difficult fiber type to get “plump”,…but this yarn; it is my new favorite and current obsession, and I plan to switch right over to designing a new pullover after I finish this sample! The fabric created with it, reads exceptionally well in textured knitting and it holds color like a dream…so all you deep and moody/ fall pallet color soul mates of mine- you will be in good company with this yarn line, as well as pleasantly surprised with the new colors we are bringing in with this yarn. This yarn is a true Aran weight. It comes in 115g (140 yds) & 250 (300 yds) skeins. *ordering 250g skeins will come with a price perk, and will be set as dye to order when this yarn is launched* …to be frank with you, I still can’t get over the stitch definition on these cables. Even after I took these pictures! My mind is literally 🤯 blown, in the best of ways. I am extremely excited to share this yarn with you in just a few weeks, and can’t wait to see all the different patterns you make with it ♥️ If you want to stay in touch and know when this base is released, as well as be notified about our other shop updates, make sure to sign up for our newsletter on our website. We keep it classy and don’t spam y’all. Have a fantastic and fun Sunday everyone! #primroseyarnco #handdyedyarn #indiedyedyarn #indiedyersofinstagram #cableknitting #cableknit #knittersofinstagram #knitstagram #knitting_inspiration https://www.instagram.com/p/CpalgyiL52t/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[cafeeeeeeeeee3]

I HAGE BEEN TRYING TO DRAW DREAM STARING MENACINGLY TOWARDS CROSS AS HE BULLIES CHILDREN IN SOME RANDOM FPS FOR 2 HOURS. WHY GOD. WHY DONT YOU ALLOW MY VISIONS COME TO LIFE.

Anyways, elaborating on that, I was thinking about that one comic w/ goth and pallete, where Cross basically scares them for shits and giggles. Idk if it was as popular as I remember, but back in 2019 or so, I found it in my yt fy and proceeded to bury this for years

Until I decided that Cross likes to bully children online

I'm sorry, but I think this bitch is the most toxic ass bitchy petty Twitter user. Man decided to wipe an entire snowdin and would wipe more just cause he was moody. He, in person, is all serious and shit, but you give this man no accountability for his crimes and he shows his true colours. I bet he ends arguments w/ kys when he's without anything to argue about. Or by doxxing the person.

OH LORD

CROSS' FIRST WEAPON WAS THE HACK KNIFE

idk what the hell is the point of all of this. I might just be really frustrated and projecting this into fictional skeletons (my eyes are almost closing. I keep trying to envision how Cross would look like in front of a computer — how would he sit? How do I align the computer properly, so that he isn't a whole head taller than it, and HOW THE FUCK DO I DRAW THE WAY I ENVISION HIM SITITNG. WHY CANT I. GOD, YOU ALLOWED ME TO DRAW UNCOUNTABLE AMOUNTS OF MPREG IN MY LIFE. IS CROSS BULLYING CHILDREN ONLINE TRULY WHAT BRINGS YOUR WRATH UPON MY COLORFUL-FLAKING OFF HANDS? IS THIS WHAT CONVINCES YOU THAT I AM TRULY UNWORTHY OF REPENT!!!!!)

It's been 3 days. I will go insane. This is not a creative block, this is how fusing toppings into high levels in cookie run feels like.

Feeling so fucking useless rn

I also baked cake

I think I'll just draw cross baking a cake, idk. Maybe that gives me enough good karma to be able to draw him being an awful person.

(obligatory note, which I doubt anybody gonna see cause I ain't even gonna tag this, I don't actually endorse telling people to kill themselves. Nor bullying.)

[fawnsologies]

Hey bestie... Do u think I could get some matching emu/an/kanade icons with a dark/moody color pallet... Ty ur the best

Hi anon…yes you can I tried using some promotional art but. Hrm I’m not sure about the results but I hope you like them!