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big sharp blades
yet another round of horrortober except it looks like a worse ripoff of the last one bc i made both within two hours of each other and also bc i cannot draw anything from side profile or any sort of splatter and also bc i drew half of it in the car
it’s just a shadow
i’m already a day behind but here’s day one of horrortober!
feat. lilith and her face mask :D
this place gives me the willies feat. a man with no shadow
three days late but here’s horrortober day 3! this wasn’t supposed to be jse-inspired thing, just a quick delve into my fear of parking lots + some scenery practice, but honestly it looks like dark silence. confronting anti in a seemingly endless parking lot with the entire night sky red as if apocalyptic is my new fear
also it looks really bad but its more of a doodle than anything else
finally it’s fictober day three whoops
Jackie stumbled back as light flickered right in front of him, a wall suddenly appearing before his startled blue eyes.
It was shimmering like the back of a scarab, gold and silver and blue and - woah, too much. It seemed solid, indentations gradually forming in it, bricks taking shape from the vague mass and grain digging itself into the surface.
“What the hell?”
A scowl crossed Marvin’s regal face, and he held his cape out of the way to turn back to his friend. “You were supposed to stay put!”
Black gloves met “stone” as JB placed a tentative hand against the wall. Warmth seemed to ebb from his fingers. Dizzyness washed over him like a soft shower, and he blinked rapidly. It felt disorienting, exhausting.
Marvin dismissively waved his own scarred hand, and the wall quickly faded to nothing. “It’s an illusion. A convincing one, but still fake.”
“But-” Jackie stepped over where the barrier previously was. His boots thudded against the cold concrete beneath him. “How?”
“No matter,” Marv muttered, while biting his lip and shifting his weight onto his left foot. “Follow me, before you get lost.”
JB walked forward to join the magician, wiping off his now-tingling fingertips. His brain still felt like it was twisting inside of his skull, grappling with the concept of his eyes betraying him so blatantly.
“Now you listen, huh?” Marvin teased, patting the hero on the back. “C’mon. Let’s go before I wear my power out, and before they catch up.”
With a sweep of his arm, a new maze of walls started to flash alive in front of them.
late fictober again except less fantastical and more miserable (day 4)
Daisy’s eyes drifted to the unusually empty seat next to her as she promptly settled into her own chair, dropping her lunch box on the table with a brief thud. It was time for pasta- what a day to be alive.
“Hey, Daisy!” Ayasha chimed from across the table. “Is August okay? He wasn’t here during biology, either.”
Daisy opened her lunch box, a maroon chunk of metal, often filled to the brim with carbs and disappointment. But today - at last - there was spaghetti.
“Yeah, he’s just sick-ish. Not the worst reason to stay home - not for him, anyway.”
“What do you mean?”
Daisy glanced back at Ayasha, whose hair was tied into two messy black buns. She was pretty trustworthy, and everyone was familiar with August’s episodes either way. But, just in case, Daisy decided to mention one of his ridiculous shenanigans instead. Any opportunity to expose him for stupidity was a worthy one.
“Well, the moron thought it would be a good idea to do a flip into the shallow end of the pool,” she began, fully monotone as her listener drew in a sharp breath. “Luckily, his skull didn’t decide to have a violent make-out session with the concrete, but his arm-”
“Guys!”
Daisy’s green eyes snapped to the student beside Ayasha. The interrupter, Gianna, had momentarily looked up from her phone to make the unexpected outburst.
“Mason had the funniest thing happen in his second sight today.”
A gaze flitted back and forth between Daisy and Gianna, and Ayasha bit the inside of her cheek before speaking. “You sort of started talking in the midd-”
“Oh! Sorry. It’s... y’know, a third eye thing, so you wouldn’t get it,” she slowly spoke, as if talking to a toddler.
Great.
A dead stare was locked on Gianna for five seconds.
Six seconds.
Eight.
“I was telling a story,” Daisy clarified, hands face-down on the table. “Can I finish, before you discuss Mason’s probably-empty brain space?”
Color drained from Ayasha’s soft face while Gianna snarled with contempt. The more frustrating of the two scooted back in her chair. “Listen, I know you didn’t ask to be like this, but can you not make everything about you? And don’t insult Mason just because you have a childish grudge.”
“A grudge?” Daisy repeated, voice rising above it’s steady level, “A grudge? He assaulted my best friend. And no, I’m sorry that I’d rather not constantly discuss the one basic human activity I am physically incapable of participating in.”
She grabbed her lunch box, scraping it across the table as she stood up. Her chair dragged against the ground with a horrible screech as she pushed it aside, walking swiftly away. Maybe she had a short temper, maybe she was overreacting. But Gianna wasn’t worth her time or energy.
Tripp, she determined, making her way to the front lawn of campus, was much funnier, anyway.
Heathens for the night 🎃🔥🗡🖕
Time to get spooky!
