If you could dye your hair any color what would it be?
Hmm, well I pretty much do that anyways. I have pink right now and when that bottle runs out I'll do either purple or a dark red. But if I weren't so lazy I'd probably have rainbow hair. It's just so much effort that I'd rather not bother. I did buy a rainbow wig though. :3
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Headshots from this years Artfight! It was my first year participation and I only managed to do a couple of these, but it was really fun and I’m looking forward to next year!
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“Oh no! Where is he?” A woman in a turquoise dress gasped to herself and briskly spun around the table, trying to find her companion that she was talking to minutes ago. She swung from behind her chair and caught a glimpse at a sprinting shadow. “Wait!” she yelled, stood up and ran off, “Where are you going?”
This drew attention and concern among her group of friends, peeking from the bushes to check on the two that scurried off from the party.
“Agh!” a short fat man in yellow panicked, “Did my brother run off again?”
“Don’t worry, cugino,” reassured a smaller red-wearing chubby man, patting the stouter one’s back with a smile, “She’s got this.”
Music faded away as the woman chased after the tall, lanky figure until he stopped dead in his tracks and quickly spun around to face her, clenching his fists.
“What do you want from me, lady?” he spat, glaring at the elegant, mysterious woman, “Can you just leave me alone?”
“I just… want you to come back with us,” she spoke gently, trying to ease the purple-clad man.
“For what?” he hissed, “It’s not like anyone even cares about me, you know. Not my friends, not my family, nobody!” the man shouted. He slowly turned his gaze from the tall woman, glanced at the ground and muttered, “You’re lying, Rosalina…”
“Waluigi,” she pleaded, “What is making you think this way?” Rosalina placed her left hand on her chest, taken aback by his sharp words, “I’m sure they all care about you very much… You are important to all of us…”
“Ha! Oh yeah?” Waluigi asserted, his eyes darted back at her and dug his gloved hands in his pockets, “And what makes you think that?” he challenged her with bitterness, “I have been constantly mocked left to right, nobody is there for me when I need them, and none of my friends and family take me along, not even my brother. I feel like I’m not wanted by anybody!”
He heard her gasp quietly at his claims, sensing a bit of shock from her. “So, tell me again, Rosalina…” he slowly approached towards her and continued to scowl at her, “How am I even important?”
Rosalina paused to think, collecting her thoughts as she saw him stop, standing a few inches in front of her. She looked briefly at him, trying to summarize her explanation as best as she could. “Many reasons that I can’t describe… people do care about you, Waluigi,” she repeated, “including your brother. He just wants to protect you.”
She analyzed Waluigi, which he’s starting to become perturbed by what she’s saying. ‘Was there someone telling him all of these things?’ Rosalina thought to herself, ‘Or are his negative thoughts taking over him?’
Rosalina doesn’t know much about Waluigi’s past or what he went through. In actuality, she doesn’t know much about anyone’s past either. But she acknowledged well enough to recognize all of her friends since her visit, and Waluigi being one of them. She’ll do anything in her strength to keep them all together in one piece, or at least make them feel better from their troubles.
“May I ask who was saying all of these horrible things to you?” she asked worriedly.
“Hah! Like if I’ll tell you!” Waluigi scoffed, showing off his stubborn behavior.
“Please, Waluigi…” Rosalina soothed, “we were talking about things just fine back at the party… can you please tell me?” She heard a loud, exasperated sigh coming out from him.
“Ugh. Fine. I’ll tell you, okay?” Waluigi grunted, “Sometimes it’s the past that gets to me, sometimes it’s just me. It’s… a long story,” he admitted, shrugging his problems off for a moment, “Besides, if people do think I’m important or cared for as you say, then why can’t they just show it? And why would my brother hide things from me?” he questioned, furrowing his eyebrows, “He knows I have potential.”
“I’m sure he has his reasons,” she replied and sighed heavily, “I know that my advice won’t phase you much, your friends and family do love you,” Rosalina continued, “because they see you as a wonderful person and they value your presence, even I think you’re important.” She saw Waluigi loosening himself from his agitation, growing a bit curious on her persuasion.
His thoughts are racing through his mind. ‘Does she really mean it? Is she telling the truth?’
“You hold so much merit, even if you think you don’t. You’re humorous, you’re skillful, I sense strong capabilities in you.” She dozed off a bit, lightly tapping her index fingers together and focused back on him with sparkles in her eyes, “I’m… grateful for knowing you since I got here.” She blinked delicately, “You mean so much to me, Waluigi. You deserve all of the great things in life.”
Waluigi’s eyes widened a bit as he snapped back to reality and caught on. Did she compliment him? He hasn’t heard anyone flatter him like that in years. And knowing her, she’s modest and mature enough to not betray others. He got to realize how much worth she sees in him, regardless of his poor attributes.
“Oh, I apologize for startling you like that, I haven’t given advice like this in a while,” Rosalina confessed softly, “if you want some time for yourself, then you are allowed to.” She slowly turned away from him and closed her eyes for a moment, “Perhaps I’ll take my leave and let you have time for yourself for a while. There’s no rush. I’ll wait for you to get back.”
“Wait!” Waluigi called, watching Rosalina halt from her direction and twist around to face him with concern. He felt a slight blush burning across his face, took off his purple hat and started fiddling with it, “I’m sorry about what happened earlier,” he groaned apologetically, “I’m surprised that you’re actually being… patient with me this whole time. So… thank you.”
Rosalina gasped as her pale cheeks faintly reddened by his hospitality. “Of course. Despite your flaws, you truly have a heart of gold,” she responded warmly, “Do you still want to stay here or would you like to come back with us?”
“You know what?” Waluigi asked as he properly placed his hat back on and nodded, “Yeah. Let’s go back.”
