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valeriehalla.dicot.moe
situation brewing... #cursekisscute
a work-in-progress illustration from CURSE/KISS/CUTE. in the background of an uncrowded train terminal, a boy nervously fidgets with his skirt. in the foreground, a big-boobed bunny girl and an apple juice-golden slime loom like flaming hoops in an olympic-level obstacle course.
March 28, 2025 at 7:36 PM
ars-synthetica.bsky.social
extremely excited to see CurseKissCute! give it a read, it is, indeed, cute
valeriehalla.dicot.moe Valerie Halla @valeriehalla.dicot.moe · May 24
#CurseKissCute “Name of the Helper, Part I” is now LIVE!

→ www.dicot.moe/ckc-1 ←

> Don’t get it twisted! Fresh-faced college grad Nathan Small is as normal as humans come. He only has one problem in life: the giggling little fairy-thing that just transfigured his slacks into a miniskirt...
Cover art for “Name of the Helper, Part I”. An extremely flustered boy looks on as a masked fairy emerges from beneath his skirt. The tent in the skirt formed by the fairy resembles a boner. Nathan Small is sitting alone on a train. You can tell he’s normal because he’s wearing a button-down and a tie. He is twenty-two years old, and you had better *believe* he has a degree in software engineering. He blinks his bleary eyes, then again. He pauses his music, pulls off his headphones, checks his watch. He has managed to sleep for a whole twenty minutes. He isn’t sure why he’s thinking about pentagons. *It’s because they don’t... fit?* “This your first visit to Charmside, short stuff?” The slime (whose stuff is quite a lot shorter than Nathan’s) is sorting through a stack of pamphlets as they ask the question, not even looking at the boy. Their voice is squeaky, thickly accented. Nathan clears his throat. Natural alto though he may be, the task before him represents extinction-level peril for his psyche. “Well, um, yes,” he lilts, and winces. He fixes his hair, then fixes it again. He pecks a crease in his sweater straight. “And it’s going great, so, y’know, yeah!” “Don’t seem like it,” says the slime. “You’re all agitated and your aura’s gone Kiki out to here. I take it you just got changed?” Nathan shrugs. A rivulet of sweat runs down the back of his head. He clasps his hands together in a dainty gesture he hopes is more on-putting than off-. “W-well, define ‘changed’...”
May 24, 2025 at 9:03 PM
valeriehalla.dicot.moe
anyway. coming soon #cursekisscute
A screenshot from CURSE/KISS/CUTE, featuring an illustration alongside some narrative prose. The illustration depicts a boy wearing headphones waking up on a train at sunset. The narration reads as follows: Nathan Small is sitting alone on a train. You can tell he's normal because he's wearing a button-down and a tie. He is twenty-two years old, and you had better *believe* he has a degree in software engineering. He blinks his bleary eyes, then again. He pauses his music, pulls off his headphones, checks his watch. He has managed to sleep for a whole twenty minutes. He isn't sure why he's thinking about pentagons. (It's because they don't... fit?)
February 6, 2025 at 1:33 AM
valeriehalla.dicot.moe
this one features a scene you surely have not seen before in a previous incarnation of this project which definitely didn't go maddeningly unfinished until now... ^◡^ "Coming Soon" #cursekisscute
an illustration of a train rushing through high-desert shrubland at sunset, mountains towering on the horizon an illustration of a fairy wearing an unusual hand-shaped mask. his panties are slightly visible (this is standard fairy behavior)
February 13, 2025 at 1:53 AM
valeriehalla.dicot.moe
#CURSEKISSCUTE #2: Name of the Helper, Part II has finally begun!

> So WHAT if Nathan Small just got his shit cursed to smithereens by the Femboy Fairy? He doesn’t have TIME for a Gender Situation right now—he’s late for his WEREWOLF ROCK BAND JOB INTERVIEW!!

READ IT HERE: → www.dicot.moe/ckc-2 ←
The cover art for CURSE/KISS/CUTE #2: Name of the Helper, Part II by Valerie Halla. On the cover, a smizing wolf-eared woman looks down on the tiny skirt-wearing boy in the palms of her hands. The pouting, sparkling boy emits mars symbols in protest of his smallness and skirt-wearingness. In the background, a quote from the woman: “I guess I don’t know what’s going on inside your *head*, Small—but I’ll tell you what I see from out *here*. *I see a boy who can’t stop apologizing for wearing a skirt.* What’s up with that?” Character profiles from CURSE/KISS/CUTE. The text reads: Nathan Small: A human software engineer fresh out of college and newcomer to the City of Monsters. As a matter of survival, Nathan Small navigates social situations by making himself as uninteresting as possible. This strategy has recently been complicated by a fairy’s curse that turned all his boy clothes into girly-girl girl clothes for girls. Listen: Don’t read into this too much. In fact, don’t read anything into Nathan Small at all. If this whole skirt situation is making his heart beat funny, maybe that simply means he has a garden-variety cardiac arrhythmia. Didn’t think of that, did you? Anyway, he has to go interview for a spot in a rock band now, so please just be cool, alright? Rinne Alexandria “Lexie” Kamitani: Guitarist and lead singer for Dodecadendron, a punky un­der­ground rock band. Make no mis­take: Lexie Kami­tani is Kind Of A Lot. Charis­matic, laid-back, and eas­ily amused, her cool ex­te­rior be­lies a re­mark­ably in­tense in­di­vid­ual with a pro­found pas­sion for truth, love, and art. She ex­clu­sively fucks with peo­ple who Give A Shit. Al­though born a werewolf, she spent her teenage years among hu­mans, dur­ing which time she de­vel­oped her ex­treme dis­taste for au­thor­ity. Most mon­sters don’t fit neatly into the cat­e­gories of “cis” or “trans”, but Lexie loudly self-de­scribes as a trans woman. An excerpt from CURSE/KISS/CUTE. The text reads: “I lost a bet,” says Nathan to his assembled audience of crickets. “I lost a *bet*,” he says again, but differently. “I...*lost a bet*. Actually, the *truth* is, I...lost a bet. Well, see—basically—I lost a bet? *Lost* a bet. Lost a *bet*? Lost...a bet?” He frowns. “Oh, you lost a bet? So basically, what you’re saying is that you think wearing a skirt is sort of a, kind of a joke? You don’t get the job. In fact, I’m calling the police. *Idiot.*” He punts a stick twenty feet in the air. He slides with his back against the wall. “All my clothes fell in a lake. Of fire? My clothes went to hell. So I had to borrow my...sister’s clothes?” He puts his palms together in prayer. “My sister, who has all my same measurements and doesn’t own a single pair of pants...and the bra straps? Um...the bra straps are...tactical?” His ass touches down in the grass. He pleads to the moon above. “My name is Nathan Small. My name is...Natalie?” He shudders. He thinks. He tilts his head. “Nathan? No, no, no. I said my name was *Nat*. Nat Small. It’s actually unisex.” He nods, slowly. The clouds of the moon loom overhead. He watches for a while as they silently storm. “But the *truth* is,” he whispers, “even though I look like this...I’m actually a *boy*.” A cricket jumps up his skirt. He shrieks.
September 23, 2026 at 6:54 PM
valeriehalla.dicot.moe
#CurseKissCute “Name of the Helper, Part I” is now LIVE!

→ www.dicot.moe/ckc-1 ←

> Don’t get it twisted! Fresh-faced college grad Nathan Small is as normal as humans come. He only has one problem in life: the giggling little fairy-thing that just transfigured his slacks into a miniskirt...
Cover art for “Name of the Helper, Part I”. An extremely flustered boy looks on as a masked fairy emerges from beneath his skirt. The tent in the skirt formed by the fairy resembles a boner. Nathan Small is sitting alone on a train. You can tell he’s normal because he’s wearing a button-down and a tie. He is twenty-two years old, and you had better *believe* he has a degree in software engineering. He blinks his bleary eyes, then again. He pauses his music, pulls off his headphones, checks his watch. He has managed to sleep for a whole twenty minutes. He isn’t sure why he’s thinking about pentagons. *It’s because they don’t... fit?* “This your first visit to Charmside, short stuff?” The slime (whose stuff is quite a lot shorter than Nathan’s) is sorting through a stack of pamphlets as they ask the question, not even looking at the boy. Their voice is squeaky, thickly accented. Nathan clears his throat. Natural alto though he may be, the task before him represents extinction-level peril for his psyche. “Well, um, yes,” he lilts, and winces. He fixes his hair, then fixes it again. He pecks a crease in his sweater straight. “And it’s going great, so, y’know, yeah!” “Don’t seem like it,” says the slime. “You’re all agitated and your aura’s gone Kiki out to here. I take it you just got changed?” Nathan shrugs. A rivulet of sweat runs down the back of his head. He clasps his hands together in a dainty gesture he hopes is more on-putting than off-. “W-well, define ‘changed’...”
May 24, 2025 at 8:21 PM
cherishen.bsky.social
man i wish i can read cursekisscute...
November 30, 2024 at 9:32 AM