What started as a playful Easter concept spiraled into something far more deliciously unhinged as I kept iterating on it later. “Resurrection” imagines what happens when cute goes feral — when candy-coated bunnies dig themselves out of the ground with new teeth, new instincts, and a mischievous streak that refuses to stay polite. These characters look sweet at first glance, all big eyes and soft colors, but there’s a glint underneath: a little chaos, a little bite, a little “don’t underestimate me.” They’re the embodiment of pastel panic — cursed, adorable, and fully aware of their effect on you.

This series lives in the tension between innocence and mischief, between charm and danger. These demon-bunny kids aren’t villains; they’re resurrected versions of the parts of us that got labeled “too much” — too loud, too weird, too expressive, too wild. They come back brighter, sharper, funnier, and absolutely unwilling to shrink themselves for anyone. If these little chaos gremlins make you laugh, flinch, or feel strangely seen, that’s exactly the point. And, in full mom form, I’m here cheering on their return — fangs, horns, and all.