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is the mighty base maker
Pixeled the Girls clothing, Hair and outlined the mans hair as well as concocted the wonderful filigree around the work.
Pixeled the Mans clothing, Hair, Shaded both of the faces and made the background.
did some of the pixel pin striping on the mans jacket and the sign work on the buildings in the background.
The Story we came up with:
Theme: Steampunk | Colors: Muted Natural Neutrals
When she heard the first explosion, she realized she had lost track of time at work. The nightly bombings had begun. Since the revolution began 5 years ago, these violent acts were carried out like clock work. During the day, you kept yourself inside your home; that is if you could afford to be idle. If not you braved the streets to find work and risk being robbed, beaten, imprisoned or worse. She resolved herself to make it home after a long day in the shop, after all she was only two districts over if she took the shortcut. As she darted out the door, she threw off her apron and quickly locked up. She tucked her earnings deep into her corset, satisfied that she would be able to survive another week or so on the wages.
She felt the ground shake after another bomb went off. This one shook her to her core as the street in front of her five blocks down exploded, knocking her against the rough brick. They were getting so close. She realized now that she had put herself into a life or death situation. Her planned route was now nothing more than debris, so she cut into the first street she came to. She had never been this way before but if she kept going this direction she was sure she would be home in no time. She ducked in and out of streets and alleys, always keeping an ear out for that familiar deadly whistle. Closer now. Another bomb exploded. This one much closer to her than the others. Startled, she staggered a little to try to regain balance when suddenly she felt a strong arm around her waist. She gasped at this new found support and she glanced at the strong, well manicured hand that held her firmly to him.
"Now, now, pretty young ladies shouldn't be wandering the street at this hour..." He said with a sheepish grin.
Her eyes were fixated on the fine garments covering his firm body. Such details as the gold embroidery on his under vest, up to the emerald bobble that secured his cravat were luxuries rarely seen by someone of her situation. Her eyes wandered up to the soft stubble around his perfect pink lips and she found she could not look away.
“You must be new around here.” He said in almost a whisper. The grin spreading across his rather handsome features reminded her of a storybook she once read of a mischievous fox.
Her eyes finally met his emerald green ones, and in that one look she knew she was in trouble.
And that fellow Deviants is how Pixel Babies are made.
Want some more story? We did too. We continued to collaborate on writing it here are the links:
Chapter 1: [link]