Salvatore x Cerrísa
Thanks for letting me snag Salvatore @ladyshivs !!! I love him so much and Isa is spoiled for getting a Sal smooch ;3
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Tegan x Isa, Monster AU
Based on The Kiss of the Siren by Gustave Wertheimer, 1847-1904
@glitchy-npc I love mertegan sm 🥺🥺❤️
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Shh ignore the quality I was fucking around with the file in procreate and fucked up, too lazy to redraw this’ll have to do 😂 @/lazyvoyager ‘s discord prompt!! So much fun,such a great idea
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Connor & Isa
@corvo-m ‘s Connor and Cerrísa experiencing a coffee shop things, Isa strawberry supremacy and Connor’s 200g sugar monstrosity propaganda continues 😂
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CHRONOLOGICAL HEADSHOTS of CERRÍSA BECERRA (+ her Hollow Ground & Puppet)
Started this a lil before I got sick with food poisoning a day ago and have been apartment-bound with a disgusting amount of free time and nothing to do with it, so here we go! About 3ish days worth of doing nothing but art.
Farm Days Isa
Isa was quite pasty back in those Farm days! Sun was a luxury back then.
Sidestep Era Isa
Awe, wasn’t she so cute and sunny?! I imagine her Sidestep days were when they began questioning their gender identity, the liked the androgyny that their features paired with short hair gave them. But, well, she hasn’t started thinking of themself as she/they at this point— their growth got kind of cut off by life events…
Captured Isa
I imagine that Isa’s second escape was… a bloody, maniacal affair.
Rebirth Isa
Remember how happy and mostly untraumatized Isa looked in the previous photo? Poof! Happiness snatched! :D very happy with how this one turned out ngl, those hands were hell to draw but I’m proud of them. It was also a mini composition/placement hell for them.
Retribution Isa
Rat King!! My beloved!! I’m actually not sure if I’m happy with how this one turned out, as I was burning out when I started it’s background, but I’m satisfied with what I did manage to pull out. Originally had a red moon to reference the Achievement but decided it was too much
Guilty End (going into Revelations) Isa
Ohhh boy, guilty end was NOT kind to Cerrísa… oh well, she gave up on ever being beautiful long ago… psst, skulls are from another WIP I hope to put out soon as a sort of expansion/ redesign of her armor!
Isa’s Puppet, Jane
Dear Jane, the lovely puppet, mirror image of Cerrísa and romancer of Ricardo! Funny to think she’s probably what Isa would look like if life had been kinder.
Isa’s Hollow Ground
Finally, the luxurious, dangerous Hollow Ground! Her morays were so much fun to draw, truly darling little noodles. I considered making her more red velvet-themed to emphasize the mob and luxury feel to the character, but all I could think about was the gold shining in my mind of her piercings and how lovely that would be beside a pair of golden morays.
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miriam & cerrísa
Guess who discovered that Procreate calligraphy pens fucking rock? Made this as soon as I discovered I love the calligraphy pens, ft. @euelios ‘s lovely Miriam and my Isa. (Thanks for letting me post your awesome sidestep!!! 💕) Man I love images where people light cigarettes together there’s just smthn about it.
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WIP Wednesday
Thank you so much @wonda-fhr for the tag!!! I love sharing bits of my WIPs :3
I will forward this to… @the-cooler-sidestep @silvery-bluish and anyone else who might want to participate! As always, no pressure to do it :) <3
Snippet from a writing WIP
grout and putty
Synopsis: desperation drives cerrísa to visit finch after healing. even if it means ortega might find out.
"A lot can change in a few months. A few months is generous," she says, because she doesn't know what else she is supposed to. "It only takes a single moment for a heart to be shattered." She doesn't mean to say that part, but it slips out anyways. Through the cracks. Cracks still cracking. Leaking. Pouring open.
seven gates stand open. two more stand, leaking, as if about to burst.
Isa sucks in a breath, taking a moment to cover her face, press her palms into her eyes. She can feel Dr. Finch's increasing concern like a needle piercing the soft flesh of her inner elbow. Concern for the wrong reason. She's not crying. Not yet. Just gluing the pieces back together. It wouldn't do to fall apart in this office again. She'd hate to have to wipe Finch's memory for real this time, instead of picking and choosing fragments of time that are comfortable for her to keep.
Digestible, swallowable pieces that don't endanger either of them. That's what she needs to do. What she needs to feed her right now.
As for a non-writing WIP, have an old WIP this tag game has inspired me to pick up again! (Ft. sidestep era Cheshire menacing reporters with unusable audio)
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