Amethyst stomped into her 8:00 AM class looking like she trekked through Mississippi-Tornado-on-a-stick-Mud-Sandpaper-Hell twenty minutes late.
The whole room, filled with even the laziest stragglers who meandered into class on their schedule instead of the teachers, collectively gawked at her. Her hair twitched with static electricity, her body covered in mud, with half her clothes ripped. She stared back for a few moments, shrinking, before plonking into her seat without a word.
Amethyst forgot her backpack. Oh well. Doesn’t matter. I think a zombie ate it.
After last night, she was 110% done. Done. Her bloodstream was basically caffeine by now, some yahoo stabbed her through the eye twice, and she was DONE.
It took all of five minutes to fall asleep.
The exact same zombie from two seconds ago grabbed her by the hair and shoved a pike through her head, splattering her brains and making an impressive CRACK where it pierced through her skull like eggshell.
She was so dead. Moving like molasses surrounded by a horde of monsters with no depth perception and zero magic left was the last thing she needed with a twenty-page thesis to write. At this rate, the extra boon her transformation provided would collapse under the weight of her injuries, and then she’d really be boned.
Did she really need to listen to creepy moaning right now? Could she hear anything? It’s probably just the blood rushing through my ears, since my auditory nerves are scrambled.
THIIIINK think think think. With one functional eye and the other dangling from its socket uselessly, she looked around. Zombies blocking the way back, wall in front. They had her by the arms and were proceeding to kick at everything they could reach. Oww… A cursory scan with whatever dregs of power was left quickly connected her to the pain from her smashed ribs. My legs are fine…
Finally, identifying what still worked, she tried to move, only for the zombies to pull her back. Reeling, she knocked into them, jostling her ribs and shooting her senses with sparks. Where would she have gone, anyway? In front was just a rain gutter leading onto a roof, with no stairs. A gutter…. a ladder!
Whatever she did, it needed to be fast, ‘cause those things fully intended to eat her head! The zombies jerked her over…
They’re handing me force…. Now!
And Amethyst raced forwards, pulling them with her! She couldn’t break out of their grip, but their own force bowled her into them hard enough to knock them backwards a few paces. Breaking for the rain gutter, she tore towards the wall… right there, it’s right there! Legs, don’t die on me now!
… Getting there just as a zombie managed to grab her skirt. Why why why nonononono!.. She shrieked, but she doubted there was anyone there to hear her except her captors. If she couldn’t leave, she’d be torn apart in this place…
This is the one good use for high heels in combat! Swinging her foot back, she repaid the favor and shoved the heel of her shoe through the beast’s eye and scrambled away to class before it could take another breath.
Let’s pretend I’ve been doing blacktober this entire time instead of working on comic stuff lol.
Sorry to any tumblr followers I have ive been somewhat neglecting my tumblr after I noticed just how little attaention any of my art actually gets. It was kinda disheartening but now I’m back and motivated to try!
Gonna be uploading some of the art I’ve already posted to insta! Some characters you may recognize already just by the shots of my sketches!
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magical sword lady
@bloodshot-webcomic follows 5 ordinary girls who jokingly go through with a blood spell - only to find out it really isn’t a joke.
Now, the 5 have powers they didn’t expect, a whole new universe, and mysterious shadowy forces to contend with!
You can find it here:
Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Last Resort
The girl stood up, back popping from finally being straightened.
“Hey,” a voice muttered. “What—“
She didn’t give them a chance to stop her. She just ran.
Her hair billowed behind her like a cape.
“Oh my god,” gasped another.
She ran past what once was an air conditioning unit, covered in rust. It reminded her of something.
“No! Wait! Don’t—“
She ran to the edge of the roof, then past the edge of the roof.
Off the roof.
The voices screamed.
They screamed like babies, like pigs sent to drown in an ocean. Like the demons they were.
They screamed and screamed and screamed.
But the girl didn’t scream. Not when she fell.
And not when something suddenly rammed into her, from somewhere to her left.
She grabbed the shape.
She wrapped her legs around its waist, tight enough.
They went backwards. Into a window, glass shattering on impact. They hit the floor with such force that she saw stars.
Then, they were rolling. The shape on top of her. The girl on top of the shape. Again and again, over and over.
The girl got to her feet, dizzy from their dance, cut up. She pulled out her wand before the shape could even stand.
Except it wasn’t a shape.
“W-what the hell?!”
October 2020 Day 28: Float.
Eh this is less floating and more standing on a created field of concentrated gravitational pull, but it’s still enough to shock this bird.
*breaks into the SCP Foundation*
*holds up a sparkly pastel pink glock with ribbons and star shapes* All right, which SCP will give me an S.H. Figuarts of Cure Fortune?
Cute baby clown request asked by @_miaw.g_art_ on Instagram ! Thank you for your request I hope you like it 💛❤🧡 I was very happy to drew her 💖🤡