late to a trend, like always :D
i was gonna shade it before posting it but even sketching and coloring it took WAY too long than it's really worth and shading me might just take me until the end of the year so i'll just. post it first like this regardless in case shading does take me too long (the file is also bloated as shit so...)
obviously all of these designs are generalised and would be modified per season (only in the case if they wear different skins per season *looking at scar*) but these are basically my set designs for the cast. yippee
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me with the besties :3 (we are about to ruin your life with the Horrors)
a tma au thing i'm doing with some amigos!
extra comic under the cut
(cw for grayscaled blood, and glitch warning!)
@the-hydro-institute
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A fire is alight anew.
Dragging.
Dragging.
Draggingggggggg.
Breathe.
Breathe.
Dirt in eyes.
Blood in mouth.
Clarity in sight.
Exhale.
A plume of black smoke through the rocks.
Hers.
A hand moves. Her hand moves.
Stiff. Stagnant. Familiar.
Cold. Cold. Cold.
Red.
Can’t breathe. No need to breathe.
Blood. Red.
Alive. Alive. Alive.
In every sense of the word, she is alive.
Get out.
Red winter.
Need to get out. Need to escape.
A purpose. Memories. Everything is clear, yet it is not.
Another plume of black smoke.
Fire.
Revenge.
Need to get out.
Crawling. Crawling.
Digging. Digging. Digging.
Burrowing. Burrowing.
Unearthing.
Dragging.
Light.
The black smoke is clearer than ever.
The smell of smoke.
Fire is near. Revenge is near.
Cold. Cold.
Frost. Mist.
It’s cold.
It’s always been cold.
Dragging. Dragging.
Reaching.
Clawing. Reaching.
There’s so many stars.
Clawing at the sky.
Clawing as if tearing the sky.
I’ll tear it down.
There’s so many eyes.
I’ll tear it all down. Bring the stars to me.
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
Black smoke.
Dragging. Out. Out.
Stars. Stars in the mist.
There’s no more time.
The end is drawing near.
There’s no time.
I’ll tear everything down.
Step forward. Stepping. Walking.
Black smoke mixes with the fog.
It’s cold.
Fire is near.
Red. Red. Red.
She licks her lips, tasting dirt and blood.
Faces swirl in her mind. Neither of them are recognisable in the fog.
Except one.
Red. Anger. Fire.
Her stomach churns with hunger.
She is, after all, a zombie.
And she is hungry.
The black smoke is everywhere.
Revenge will be mine.
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" ...you've always been desperate for something, pearl.
what are you even trying to look for, anyway? what do you even want? "
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" we won't make it to spring / we'll die freezing in the snow. "
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IT'S TAKING EVERY OUNCE OF ME NOT TO JUST START EXPLAINING TO PEOPLE LMAO
" ...you've always been desperate for something, pearl.
what are you even trying to look for, anyway? what do you even want? "
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