this was fun to draw!! it was originally for a school project but i decided to turn it into a digital piece.
anyway, cucurucho making cellbit the horror movie protagonist was the best thing to come out of the qsmp so far!!
Tallulah đ”ïž
a bit of an art style experiment :)
My loveđ§”đȘĄ
Watching Cellbit's QSMP pov is fucking wild. Cus dude just casually went from detective horror shit getting tortured and kidnapped, straight up telenovela drama with his fiancé and inlaw grandpa, back to detective horror with the federation and his past with q!Bagi, murder and cannibalism, purgatory, more murder and cannibalism but grief-flavoured, and now dude's just having an arc of skating the problems away. Stg if he's not doing angst, he's on a skateboard.
Like I'm absolutely here for it but what a character arc.
Open Collab!Â
Thereâs a white background or transparent background!Â
Eres muy lindo nightmare
You are very cute nightmare
Dibujas precioso, podrĂas dibujar a un Nightmare gato (o con orejas de gato) o sino un Nightmare x Ccino por favor, una vez mas, dibujas precioso! â€â€â€
Nightmare: What the f*ck is this?
Ccino: Aww~ Cute!
Nightmare: IM NOT CUTEââCcino by: Black-NyankoââAhh gracias, me alagas demasiado, te lo agradezco! Espero que te guste
The world ended 16 years ago on what Cellbit vaguely remembers was a Tuesday morning. It was quiet, just for a moment. And then it was loud.
Cellbit was ten when the apocalypse happened. He doesnât remember anything from before the Earth split open. All he remembers is the silence exploding into screams as Those From BELOW crawled out of the crack in the ground and took flight.
(There was a white room, and there were machines. And there was Cellbit, and there was the daemon.)
But, really, the end of the world has been pretty chill, all things considered. Avoiding the Gates is easy enough once you know what to look out for- smoke, and fire, and bones. Killing daemons is even easier- the only real difference between them and humans is that (most) daemons are uglier.
The real problem with the apocalypse isnât the collapsed power grid or the lack of infrastructure, and it definitely isnât Those From BELOW. Itâs the people, Cellbit included, who are somehow still alive even after the introduction of Hell to Earth.
Case in point: the man squirming on the ground in front of Cellbitâs feet. His hand has been⊠divorced from his body, but itâs somehow still holding the key Cellbit needs. His hair is white, just like every other bastard Cellbit has killed over the past five years, and he needs to die.
His name doesnât matter. What matters is that heâs wearing a necklace of human ears around his neck, and that thatâs fucking gross. But, well, he is a Fed. Ear necklaces are pretty normal by their standards.
âYou bastard,â the Fed spits, blood dripping down his chin. His eyes are red from the BELOWâs influence, and his teeth are sharpened to an unnatural degree. (That much, at least, is normal to see these days.)
Cellbit kicks the fucker in response. He scoops up the Fedâs detached hand and gets to work uncurling its fingers, tucking his machete under his arm as he does so.
âUuuugh,â Roier groans, sat on the ground by the Fedâs head with his legs crossed and his mouth twisted into a bored frown.
He throws his head back and closes his eyes.
Cellbit hums apologetically: âDesculpe, guapito. Weâll be done soon.â
He pulls at one of the Fedâs fingers so hard it comes off. It falls to the ground right in front of the Fedâs nose, making him scream, but making Cellbit let out a triumphant little laugh.
âGot it!â he announces.
He manages to wiggle the key free, and then he holds it up for Roier to see.
Roier cracks two eyes open and smiles.
âVamos!â he cheers. âThis guy sucks!â
âYou can kill him,â Cellbit says. He absently tosses the Fedâs hand onto his body and turns his full attention to the key. âHe isnât important enough to be a hostage or anything.â
âExcuse me?â the Fed demands.
Cellbit ignores him. What happens next is none of his business.
âShhhhh,â Roier says. âClose your mouth, holy shit, your breath stinks! What have you been eating, man?â
âI think you know what. Daemon.â
Cellbit kicks the fucker again.
But heâs right, and both Cellbit and Roier know it. Consuming daemon blood makes a human stronger, and nobody has been abusing that fact like the Federation. Thatâs why their workers all have white hair: the stress.
Thatâs why the Earth split open: the stress.
(There was a white room, and there were machines. And there was Cellbit, and there was the daemon. There were two cages, and there was blood.)
âWhat happened to just taking drugs, man?â Roier complains. âOr those little, uhhh⊠gummy thingsâŠ?â
âVitamins,â Cellbit supplies.
Roier snaps his fingers. âVitamins!â
The key is more old-fashioned than Cellbit had expected: itâs a literal key, not a keycard like Cellbit is used to seeing the Feds carry around. Itâs small and bronze and engraved with the letters âPâ and âRâ and a coupon of numbers that Cellbit doesnât know the meanings of. (Yet.)
âYou wouldnât understand,â the Fed sneers.
âEh, maybe, maybe not,â Roier responds.
And then, to Cellbit, he asks, âDo you want to keep any of him?â
Cellbit shakes his head. âNah, heâs toxic as Hell.â
âHey! Be nice to Hell!â Roier protests.
âIâm just saying that heâs got, like, shit inside of him. I donât want any of that in me.â
He vaguely gestures towards the Fedâs entire self.
The Fed wiggles indignantly. Heâs about to protest when Roier leans in and snaps his neck in one quick, smooth motion.
He accidentally snaps the Fedâs head clean off his body, which drops the ear necklace onto Roierâs lap, which makes Roier make a weird grossed out noise and drop the head and skitter backwards in the grass like a spider.
âAuough!â he screams. (Or something like that, anyway.) âWhat the fuck?â
Cellbit finally looks up from the key, fixing Roier with a cheeky grin.
âWhatâs wrong, guapito?â he innocently asks. âI canât hear you.â
He bends down and picks up the ear necklace and holds it next to his own ear.
Roier does not look impressed.
âFucking gross, Cellbo,â he flatly says.
Cellbit shrugs and drops the necklace onto the Fedâs chest. It is fucking gross, but itâs not something that Cellbit isnât used to. Heâs seen some gross shit. Heâs done some gross shit. An ear necklace sucks, like, a lot, but it could be worse. It could be eyes- eye jewelry is fucking disgusting.
âCome on,â Cellbit says, going around the corpse and offering a hand down to Roier. âWeâre losing daylight.â
Roier takes his hand, stands, and doesnât let go. His claws dig in slightly, juuuust slightly, and it hurts, and itâs grounding.
He squeezes Cellbitâs hand. Cellbit squeezes back.
When the sun sets, the daemons rise from the BELOW. Roier will be fine, but Cellbit doesnât want to risk it. Heâs too close to.
(There was a white room, and there were machines. And there was Cellbit, and there was the daemon. There were two cages, and there was blood. And there was Cucurucho, and there was Elena.)
Cellbit slips the key into his pocket and slides his machete back into its sheath. He raises Roierâs hand and kisses his knuckles and smiles as Roier leans in to kiss his cheek.
âDonât worry, baby boy,â Roier teases, âIâll keep you safe.â
He cackles as Cellbit roughly pushes his away and starts walking towards the sunset.
âNĂŁo, gatinho!â Roier cries. âCome back!â
He runs after Cellbit and retakes his hand, swings it between them.
âYouâre so clingy,â Cellbit sighs. Heâs still smiling, anyway.
âWow, itâs almost like weâre soulmates or something,â Roier says. âCraaaazy.â
Daemons, much like humans, have souls. Cellbit is probably the only human being that believes that. Everyone else is either dead or xenophobic. Just because daemons come from the BELOW doesnât mean that theyâre soulless, hellish abominations hellbent on destroying mankind.
No, theyâre just assholes.
Case in point: Roier. And Cellbit wouldnât have him any other way.
(And there was Cellbit, and there was the daemon.
When the smoke cleared and the screams stopped, it was just the two of them surrounded by corpses.
The daemon was free. Cellbit was not.
The daemon flipped him off. Cellbit started crying.
The daemon opened the cage. The daemon hugged him: four arms, strong hug, the first hug that Cellbit can remember ever getting.
The end of the world was quiet in that room. It was just the two of them, as it would forever be.)
YEAHHH
i bring new art
richarlyson is finished! i decided to animate him doing a little wave hehe >:]
I get why so much people makes Petey kinda tsundere and closed with his feelings because he is grumpy and traumatized, but in the comic books he is so caring and demostrative with Li'l Petey that I think he would be really sweet when he loves someone. Like, after he accepted Li'l Petey was his son he always put him first and try his best so he can feel loved.
(And even when he was in denial everyone was aware he loves Li'l Petey, even his enemies)
When Li'l Petey asked him if he was still mad at him (After letting an entire Ice cream fell on him when Petey told him to not eat on top of him) Petey was a little angry but made sure his son knows he will get over it.
When he was out of cat jail, first thing he did was buy everything he needed to take care of his child.
He had no obligation to let Dogman have shared custody but did it anyway because Li'l Petey missed him.
He accepted being evil again against his will to save Dogman and make his kid happy.
When he said he hated affect and Li'l Petey apologised he made sure to reassure he can do it, he was talking about everyone else (lol)
And he, indeed, is always carrying him, hugging him and telling him such lovely stuff
Am I making a point? Or I just wanted to show how cute and lovely he is with his son? Yes.
If you haven't read the comics please do yourself a favor and do it. I'm sorry but Comic Petey is the superior Petey.
Bonus because I almost cried at this part đ look at him trying to cheer him up
I know is not the same to love a child that to love a partner but I think it would be cute and funny that Petey is just the sweetest partner ever, like Dogman would have such a whiplash but I don't see him complaining since he loves physical affect.
Summary of this post:
HabĂa hecho este fanart de la boda guapoduo, me da vergĂŒenza subirlo a twitter despuĂ©s de tanto tiempo de la boda AsĂ que decidĂ subirlo acĂĄ :]
||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
I had made this fanart of the wedding guapoduo, I'm embarrassed to upload it to twitter after so much time after the wedding. So I decided to upload it here :]