Thank You, @nunezs-stuff For This. I Am Also Very Proud Of You! And Though Im Not In A Particularly Hard

Thank you, @nunezs-stuff for this. I am also very proud of you! And though I’m not in a particularly hard time, I’m sure there are people who are. I’m proud of everyone who stumbled across this post! :)

Writers share

Thanks from @illarian-rambling for tagging me, here’s a little thing I’ve been working on for a while while on hiatus for my alt account @seashoresandbloodyroses, I’d thought I’d pop up and share it since it wouldn’t be too much work.

“Night!” The girls all said in sync, before turning off the light and heading to bed. It wasn’t long before most fell asleep, except for one; Blythe (And Calista, who was keeping watch). The sound of soft snores and light breathing was the only noise able to be heard in the room. Blythe felt a chill from the air conditioning. She sighed, despite the lack of loud noise or bright light, it still seemed so overwhelming. Rooms always felt smaller in the dark. Blythe sighed, sitting up in her sleeping bag, her knees pressed against her chest. It was a strange vulnerability few got the chance to see with her. Blythe tensed up. The feeling of the air conditioning on her back was irritating to say the least, and her clothes felt tight, and itchy. She could feel the seams inside her light, baggy shirt, and she hated it. She hastily grabbed her shirt and tugged at it so it wouldn’t touch her skin as much, but to no avail. She groaned quietly and clenched her fists as she shoved her face into her knees. She grumbled again, before getting up and heading to the balcony, hoping some fresh air would clear her thoughts.

Unbeknownst of the scene happening next to her, an agitated Andy woke up to see the commotion, only to watch as Blythe stepped out. Quietly, she got up, and after carefully stepping over the sleeping bodies of her companions, she gently opened the door to check on her. From what Andy could see, Blythe was simply standing there, looking out onto the horizon. She couldn’t see Blythe’s face from that angle, but from her slumped posture and position, body weight resting only on the balustrade, cheek in hand, it was easy to see she wasn’t feeling all that good. She swallowed, and with a face riddled with concern, she approached Blythe.

“Blythe?” She called out quietly.

“What?” Blythe responded, turning around to face Andy. Her voice was cold and quiet again.

“It’s- nothing, I just wanted to check on you, it’s quite late, you know. Is everything okay?”

“Yes. It’s fine.”

Andy sighed. “I know you like being blunt, but that was a little too straightforward, even for you. What’s up?”

“I said it’s- god, whatever, you’re too good at reading people to lie…” Blythe inhaled, before continuing. “I’m just a bit overwhelmed, that’s all….”

“Ah, I see. Well, that’s totally fine. If there’s anything I could do for you, just say the word.”

“Thanks, a lot, and there is…. One thing, actually, a question….”

“Yes?”

“…Why did you invite me here?….”

That question stumped Andy. Why did she invite Blythe? The two had never been on good terms, but she still sympathized with her. Why? Andy pondered for a bit, gazing out on the forest below her, searching for a suitable answer. Malice? Definitely not. Was it pity? No, that’s wasn’t the right word. Empathy? Affection? Maybe.

 She took a breath in, before answering. “I don’t know, I guess-…. I guess I just wanted to be nice…. I mean- I guess I just- ugh!….” She breathed again. “I don’t exactly know, truthfully. I just…. did it. I know you aren’t the nicest to me, but I see how to act around Yui and your brothers, and…. I guess you just seemed like a pleasant person to just be around.”

“Huh….”

The two looked in front of them quietly, relishing in the rich silence. Blythe glanced at Andy. Somehow just talking to her made her feel better. Maybe Andy wasn’t as bad as she thought. The two continued to stare out into the horizon, a growing feeling within both of them, a feeling of a newfound respect for each other.

I’ll tag @i-am-a-weird, cause I don’t know many others in the writers community yet, plus anyone who wishes to join of course!

I have expanded my art wall

So. I was drawing legs and a skirt, like normal people do, it’s lookin cute, time to draw the upper torso

WHAT HAVE I CREATED???!! This is the consequences to leaving ME to my devices.

I drew her anatomy as well….. well what should I name her guys?

Here’s a painting of Blythe I made today!

I’m finally deciding to do something with this blog!!

Yeah, I barely ever post on this account cause I’m focused on my other one @seashoresandbloodyroses, but I decided I will start posting more art and writings here, since I have plenty to post.

So, without further ado, my first art post!

Here’s my Hazbin Hotel OC Annette, she’s inspired by a siren and cats. She died by drowning.

And here’s my overlord OC, Aisling. She’s the overlord of theatre, and has been around quiet a while, she’s friends with Carmilla, Zestial, Alastor, and Rosie. She’s also a bit of a sociopath, being incapable of empathy, though she does fake a kind and calm facade. She’s inspired by aliens and foxes.

Annette has sold her soul to Aisling, but since Aisling doesn’t like abusing the ones she owns, and looks down in people like Valentino who do.

(I accidentally drew the same ears on both of them)