Felt disappointed in myself for not having much in the way of Halloween content (just this cute Bushroot comic and maybe the one with his werewolf sister), so I figured I might as well draw some scary Rosie.
I’m not sure what set this off. Either some magical hoohah that happens on Halloween or some other holiday that makes her monster side come out, or she’s furious enough to be in straight up murder mode. Don’t look her in the eyes, they’re set to literally petrifying glare.
It’s hard to draw an earthquake in progress, I’m sorry. ^^;
For the first time in years I've gone into "scary mode".
The same person from the last incident pushed me into it
that comes as no surprise.
I don't know what it is that happens exactly. It's not just the fact that i get mad, because I've gotten mad before but people don't tend to go wide eyed and freeze like deer in the headlights when I do.
I can feel a mist of cold in my spine when it happens, and my hair audibly crackles when I move.
I feel like a heavy rock in a large crater. I am the aftermath not the explosion. And yet their faces, I can never forget their faces. This "Where's a crack in the earth when you need it, I pray to all gods I've done nothing wrong" look on their faces.
The first time it happened, the boy said my eyes shown red. I didn't believe him.
The second time, my cousin said my voice pinned her where she stood
.This time.....I have no idea what did it this time.
I'm known to get grumpy, yes, sulky even.
But more than that my friends and family know me for my foolishness, the occasional quick wit, pensive quietness, loud laughter, and a general willingness to be silly for shits and giggles.
Only three people have seen me like this, now four.
Who am I?
