#szv

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Proportions are fucking hard.

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Text Post:

Hello! I have been dead!

But for good reason!

I have (just about) FINALLY finished some character sheets I am super happy with!!

Do I think they’re done? No.

Are these the first ever character sheets I’ve ever actually made? Yes :D

Am I gonna show them to you? Maybe in another two months… 😏

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Until then, have Text Post!

I will post Travel Sketches shortly. Soon. Sometime… Eventually.

HAPPY TIME ZONE! XP

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Text Post:

For my one follower…

Ik I haven’t posted in a while, but I have been working on a big project!

Two weeks!

Two weeks of time has passed!

Working on these guys.

I am tired, but nearly finished!

Prey for me. 🌗

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Text Post:

(CW: Melodramatic emo shit + sewer slide mention,

I promise it’s a sincere post, it just low key sound like edgelord shit.

Okay, enough humor-masking-)

Every year between the month of January & April I have to fight the urge to kill myself, metaphorically & in recent years literally.

I have scrapped all items I used to use as self harm tools & have put in place harm reduction tools. So while the urge is still very present, and I am counting down the days until I can use my age to buy shit that will be harmful to me & fall back into past cycles, at present I have nothing, & my residual urge to off myself is just that: residual. I don’t actually feel the immense longing for a grave that I once did 2 years ago. I’m making plans & looking forward to bright days. I have a garden, friends, stories. And while I’m still in the period of my life when the first four months of the year are the fucking hardest, I’m not where I once was & I am not trying to kill myself. So that’s good. :)

Really good! :)

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SZV Short:

The three of them pile into the car. A beat up old thing everyone was surprised to find still functioning. The zombies outside are not like the ones they have spent the past 7 years living with. No, these fuckers were fast and they were headed right for them, no mercy.

Lykus takes the driver’s seat while Bryce takes the passenger and Aliver slams the left side back door firmly shut, gripping the handle closed.

Lykus tries desperately to start the engine as the zombies swerve around corners and jump over obstacles, clumsily, but they stay on their decrepit, decaying feet. How they can stand, let alone run is astonishing, and not something anyone was planning on running into that day in hot, deserted town, Missouri.

Bryce jumps up and down in his seat whispering loudly, “Come on, come on, come on.”

Lykus wants to tell him to shut the fuck up, but he’s too preoccupied in his own fear to say anything. His eyes haven’t been nearly this wide since the first day of the outbreak when he had to fight his way single handedly out of his college and the town.

He jumps his foot on the gas every time he twists the key. It won’t budge, the engine stalls and stalls, every time. He glances around outside the car, they’re running out of time. He looks inside the car for anything he can find to make this busted thing fucking work. He locks eyes on a green handled screwdriver. Without a second thought, he throws the key and slams the screwdriver in the ignition with everything he can.

Bryce exclaims, “The fuck are you doing?”

He flips it forward and the engine revs to life. Lykus slams on the gas with everything she’s got & the car flies forward, the three of them jostle back in their seats.

A lurch bumps on their every movement in acceleration forward, listing them to the right every time the tires make a full circle. There’s something caught on the front left tire and it’s fucking up their escape.

“There’s something on the tire!” Bryce shouts.

“I fucking now!” Lykus yells back.

Bryce circles the old window down by its handle, as zombies jump on the back hood of the car.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Lykus shouts at Bryce in between head swivels as he focuses on the road and his new partner.

“I’m gonna fix it.”

“What?!”

Without another word, Bryce climbs out of the passenger side window as they fly forward, full gas and zombies fly out of corners, jumping onto the car, barely missing. The ones on the back hang on and scream in broken and mangled vocal cords.

Aliver, in the back, yells over the commotion to Lykus, “I’m gonna help him.”

With the same lack of plan, Aliver rolls down his window and climbs outside of the car to join Bryce on the front hood. Aliver had the sense to bring a bat with him, as Bryce had brought a knife or other long, sharp object with him.

Lykus thinks aloud in a now empty car, barreling down a dirt road, “I”m in a car full of fucking psychos. We’re all gonna die.”

With that thought, he remembers whose lives he is with, his best friend and his boyfriend. The two loves of his whole fucking life. The men who have kept him together and lived for each other. There is no way in Hell or Heaven Lykus will let any motherfucker take these men away from him, not even God.

With a determination that could burn Hell, he focuses his energy into his driving and keeping his men safe.

The zombies on the windshield fly under the car, the ones on the back shake off. He swerves and dodges the vehicle as Bryce holds on haphazardly, desperately swinging his weapon at the object caught on the tire, trying his damndest to avoid popping the tire, and his head if he falls.

Aliver is over the top of him, watching his back with the bat. He’s better with a gun, but any motherfucker that comes close to him when he’s pissed, no matter how recent the decay, they lose their head when their skull comes in contact with his throw. He has one hand gripping the inside of the car. Lykus had partially rolled down his window so his friend could pull this move with the little safety the three of them could muster in this high stakes situation.

Smack after smack, the zombies go down around the car. Whatever freaks Aliver doesn’t manage to obliterate, they fall under the tire and lose their undead lives to the weight of the car. Bryce narrowly manages to avoid a few bites.

Finally, as they reach the edge of the ghost town, Bryce has cut away at enough of the object with his hack job, that the tire is free, and they lurch forward with more speed than before, almost sending both Bryce and Aliver flying off the hood, but Aliver, with a better grip, saves Bryce from becoming roadkill and joining the zombie army, or becoming their midday snack. The two of them climb back into the car using the passenger seat window, Aliver sitting on Bryce’s lap before returning to the back seat and rolling up that window after Bryce has rolled up his, and Lykus has rolled up his.

The three of them sit there panting for their lives, Lykus never taking his foot off the gas, until Aliver starts laughing behind them, face beet red. Slowly Bryce joins in, and then Lykus, until all three of them are laughing and crying at the horrors they just narrowly survived.

Fortunately the runners stopped attacking at the edge of town. They had escaped. And while they weren’t slowing down until they were home safe, they fairly enjoyed the rest of their drive in silence.

06.30

2/1/2025

🌒 Waxing Crescent

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Finally got their body proportions drawn!!

Aaaand a basic line-up height!

You can clearly see here that Lykus, about 5’3”, loses 3 inches in his slouch, making him appear significantly shorter than Aliver!

So happy to see them lined up like this!

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Text Post:

I love being the Scribe for my stories,

Because why The Fuck is SZV, my zombie story, based in fucking MISSOURI with the two main characters coming from FLORIDA & Southern California?!

WHAT IS IN THERE FOR YOU?!

WHY ARE YOU IN MISSOURI?!

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Was writing until 05.00am last night, and right before I stopped for the night, I called Lykus a moldy croissant & compared him to being as “sour as a sun-warmed diet coke.”

I don’t know what that means, but I’m keeping it! 🤣🤣

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