☆Red Velvet Coffee Cake and The Full Moon DTAE ☆

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☆Hello! I have risen from the dead temporarily to present to you my entry for Red Velvet Coffee Cake, as well as The Full Moon, although I made it specifically for Red Velvet and put the most time into her. These designs are so gorgeous, and I love how the color palettes sort of go together! So, onto the entry! Press space or click to switch between drawings :) ☆ RED VELVET COFFEE CAKE >Name: Velvette (very creative and original, I know, but I love it as it is), Vel for short >Age: 16 > Likes: Cherry flavored things, paint, music, rocks > Dislikes: The government, school, black olives, and crust on sandwiches >Occupation: Rebellious teenager who wants to start a garage band ☆ THE FULL MOON >Name: Birth name is Valerie, but they don't like it; later nicknamed 'Roses' by Velvette, and it stuck >Age: 17 >Likes: The color pink, fashion, gold jewellry, the idea of American high school as seen in movies >Dislikes: Olive Garden, getting dirty, not being the one in control of a situation >Occupation: Spoiled rich kid who is bored to death and takes an interest in studying the "common folk"; her lastest object of interest: a punk teenager with a dream to make it in the music industry. >☆< "Come on... seriously?!" Velvette slammed her phone down with a frustrated groan. It seemed every restraunt, venue, and event in town had terrible music taste and didn't want an amazing artist like her playing there. With a sigh, she stood and stalked off to... well, the other side of the room and back. Her tail thrashed as she paced, her lips drawn back in a snarl. "Stupid, stupid, stupid!! I know I'm good enough, why doesn't anyone around here like GOOD music?!" The more she thought about it, the angrier and angrier she got, until she felt her rage exploding like a star within her. With a yell, she slammed her fist into her old, patched-up punching bag in the corner of her garage hideout, sending it swinging and tumbling about. Velvette glared fiercely at it for a while before tossing herself onto her ratty red couch, the springs creaking in protest beneath the sudden weight. Her paws dug into the old, rough red fabric as she gave a long, defeated sigh. A smooth, cool voice sounded from the doorway. "Excuse me... am I interrupting anything?" Velvette's ears shot up and in an instant she was on her feet, her shaggy mane sticking out in all directions, and she glared warily at the intruder. A slender, big-eared cat of some sort, it seemed, with deep red fur and the coolest bat-winged top Velvette had ever seen. The stranger was well groomed, wearing expensive looking jewelry and carrying a purse of a brand Velvette was too poor to even recognize. She narrowed her eyes. "Who are you? And what are you doing in my garage?" The cat thing smirked, reaching into their handbag. They stepped forward and slid a crumpled flyer foreward. It was bright pink, red, and green - Velvette's advertisement for her currently-non-existent-but-hopefully-eventually-existent band. "Is this yours?" Velvette's eyes went big and all her frustration and annoyance went out the window as she eagerly nodded. "Yes, are you interested?" she practically squealed, but then shook her head, trying to compose herself and maintain her cool, tough image. "I meant - yeah, what about it?" The cat tilted their head calmly, amused and almost condescending - almost. "Want to collaborate? You have a lot of potential." Velvette was nearly vibrating with poorly-contained excitement. "Hm... maybe. Depends. What can you do?" The cat's tail flicked. "Guitar," they said almost snootily. "Electric. Yes, I know that's what you play. But you can be the drummer, and I'll be the lead guitarist." Velvette's ears flattened back instantly. "Wait a minute. This is MY band, I get to be the lead guitarist! Just who do you think you are?!" The cat turned on their heel gracefully. "Well then, I'll just be going. Have a nice da-" "WAIT!! Okay fine, but only because I'm LETTING you." Velvette protested. Frustrated, she glared at the cat. She knew she needed them, the only person to ever express intrest in her band, but still. "I'm still writing the lyrics. But you can be the lead guitarist, I guess..." "It's a deal, then?" the cat hummed smugly. Velvette rolled her eyes, but extended her paw reluctantly. "Deal."