Showing posts with label zombie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label zombie. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Donna Updates!



In response to school starting again in a week, I've panicked and begun desperately trying to finish things I didn't do this lifetime Summer.  

Below are some preview images to Oh Hell, Donna! issue #1.  They are just snippets and all the inappropriate bits have been cropped out.  This is really only because I've been using the preview images on other sites as well.  

 These are all taken COMPLETELY out of context, so have fun with that. 


 Girl problems, am I right???









And a bonus!  These coming up are from the second issue.  ...I'm nowhere near drawing the second issue out, and the first issue is obviously not even shaded and is missing a couple backgrounds... BUT they are coming along! 
 
 Out of context is the best context.  





EXPRESSIONS ARE FUN TO DRAW



Yay!






Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Reader Question Two! Fear and Loathing... Inside My Head


This one will be in response to a reader question about my fears... Which kind of creeps me out on some level cause it was an anonymous person and what the fuck is this person going to do with the information once he or she has it and...

Okay, let's go ahead right now and add “paranoid” to the list of things wrong with me.

As for stupid habits that were originally based in fear, you can add:
Peaking behind the shower curtain, just to “check”


This is from a few random bad experiences and bad people doing stupid pranks (*cough*HIGHSCHOOL*cough*EXBOYFRIEND*cough*ANDMYSISTER*cough*) smooshed with nightmares and the fact that my trauma addled brain couldn't tell the difference after a while.

and...
Skipping the last step on a staircase


The stair thing is because of getting hurt a very long time ago. “Very long” being like twenty freaking years ago.
Though, that one is now limited to the main staircase in my parent's house, and I do the shower thing less these days. It's really all just habit now, with much less serious concern behind the acts.


Next on the list of things I avoid as much as I can: Dogs.

 

My issue with dogs is that if I don't know the personality of the dog, I don't know what the dog will do. Since I'm small, if a big dog jumps, that means I will go down and get hurt. If a little dog bites, that means I can't outrun it and I will get hurt.

I'm also allergic to dogs, so it's unfortunate that they are playful things that like to get REALLY CLOSE TO YOUR FACE.

I'm allergic to cats, but they mostly care less and we can leave each other alone.

Dogs are invasive and overly friendly, or overly invasive and aggressive. Very rarely have I come across a dog that would just leave me the fuck alone. Either way, they remind me of the traits I also don't like in human beings.

Dogs are man's best friend and I'm not particularly fond of either one.

Other allergy fears are more things I can't always avoid, like grass.



This isn't just a “oh no, my nose is running and my eyes are watering because someone just mowed the lawn” allergy.

To give you an idea, I was once laying on the grass (like normal children do) and looking at clouds with friends. I started feeling really nauseous.

I got up, and my entire back and arms and anything that was anywhere near the grass was covered in a giant, itching, fiery red rash.

A shower fixed it, but oh my dear fuck.

I'm not even going to draw that because of how sad and horrible it is.

It's the reason I went off to the other side of the country, and why it was incredibly heart breaking to learn that I still had bad (even worse) allergies out where there is no grass.

Well, no grass that grows naturally on lawns, anyway.


Now we get to the real meat of this answer.
I have a few fairly reasonable fears, or at least fears that were reasonable until I blew them out of proportion.

But! The two things that are completely irrational fears that actually have caused me extreme distress in my life for NO FLIPPING REASON are these:

Zombies


and worms



As you can see, they are kind of related in my head.

I have a problem with amputation. This is not to say that I can't talk to someone who has had something amputated, and the average limb removal in a movie just irks me a little. When there is torture involved, I will get sick.

But, my issue with amputation is a fear of losing my own limbs. Luckily, my arms have not so far gone the way they could have. I even gained back the feeling in my ring fingers after not having that for many years. Still, I'm deeply afraid of this.

It's also a matter of pride. There is something to be said about the fact that without an x-ray, the average person would not notice my bones. Even at my thinnest, I'm just skinny, rather than obviously deformed in some way. To remove a limb would be noticeable. I would be noticeably differently-abled, and the way I am, I would most likely not take it very well.

Zombies get limbs blasted off all the time and rip off the limbs of the living with ease.

...and it's the turning into a zombie that scares me. It's the being chased, and watching your friends die, and knowing you've been bitten and hoping you are immune and knowing you will turn and OH GOD what if you can still THINK? What if you are still aware, but can't do anything to stop yourself??

Worms are creepy to me because there are other kinds of worms that can get into your body, your brain and eyes and such... and do things. Bad things.
Earth worms are limbless things.

Faceless and limbless, they writhe around and look as though they are in agony. When cut in half, both ends still wriggle about and flail, searching for a way out.

...And they eat corpses.

Maybe that boils down to a fear of being dead. Not dying, but dead. Like the fear of having it all be a dream or some vivid hallucination and I've been in a hospital all along. That idea isn't so bad but for the fact that I would think, “It was all in my head. I had all that power and I could have done ANYTHING in my dream world, and I wasted it.”

My head isn't normal.

The worm issue is slowly going away. They just depress me these days.

But the zombie thing? FOO. You should have heard what I said to myself in my head after the “bath salts” stuff. I was honestly afraid.

This is so very stupid.

I was a key member of the ZDC (Zombie Defense Corps) at my old college, you know. Did important things. Mmyep. *Puts thumbs behind suspenders proudly*

But, I still absolutely fear zombies.

I don't even like normal, living zombies. People who are willing to just be so cut throat or people who are yes men and don't even care to strive for anything greater. These are both types of zombies to me.

Ghosts may also be a not-normal reason. I have no issue with the idea that part of us may wander about after death. If there are ghosts, I don't think most of them would be harmful to the living, and even those that are seem to be stories about an encased emotion, more than the whole person.

I think ghosts are just pieces of people that chipped off along the way.

But, if there are ghosts and if I could one day be one, I would hate to be able to see people and hear them and have them not see me. It would be like being deaf again.

Not being heard or noticed when you so desperately wish to be is like screaming inside a clear box.



So, again, ghosts are just depressing to me. Not particularly scary.



Cannibals?



I have no issue with cannibals.




Thursday, December 30, 2010

Nightmares? No. "Silly-weird...mares"

Dream I just had, plus me trying to "fix" it:

Three guys, 1, 2 and 3 in car.   1 is now Fred, 2 shall be Ned and 3 will be Ted.
Ned and Ted are in the back, and Fred is in the front, by the steering wheel.  Since the car isn't moving, we assume they're at the drive in or something.



Suddenly, Ned EATS Ted whole, and then slithers under car seat and bites Fred's foot. 


At this point, Ned and Fred come up again and they're eyeless, open mouthed zombies.


(Here is where I suddenly wasn't watching anymore.  I was now Fred, in the driver's seat.  Like, I saw that my hands were his cartoon hands and everything... so I see that only Ned is back there and I realize what's happened... and before he can zombie me, I start throwing my shoe at him and screaming and "hitting myself" until I wake up in real life...  Then, I make up the new ending in sort of half-asleep mode, to make myself feel better.  The next part is what my brain came up with:)

So Fred wakes up in the front seat of the car, looks back and sees just Ned sitting there behind him.  Fred responds by screaming and throwing a sneaker at Ned's head.  He keeps screaming, trying to wrestle out of the car, trying to grab bunnies from outside of the car, (I don't know why there were bunnies) to throw at Ned.  Fred fails at bunny throwing, dives out of the car and runs away screaming.

Ted gets up from where he was looking for something in the back seat, says "I found it!  ...Hey, where's Fred?"  Ned's like, "Dude.  He just started screaming and he threw a shoe at me."

Ted blinks.

Ned, "A shooooe."

Fred runs screaming off into the distance

Ted to Ned, "Wanna make out?"  They start making out furiously.

Fred gets to his girlfriend's house.  (She looks just like the three boys do, but she has eye lashes, hair and a dress shape) We'll call her "Ed...ina"?  Fred says, "You don't understand!" and tries to explain as she just blinks at him.


Caption on screen reads, "Three months later..."  Fred is wearing a chicken suit.

The end. 

I was already sick to my stomach, so I guess I already had the icky feeling I tend to have after a nightmare...
So my brain just went "OH!  I know what to do when the body feels like this!  Do something weird and scary!"

Aaaaaaaaand now I have the old Winnie the Pooh song stuck in my damn head.  This happens when I'm ill.  My body says, "How can I make this worse?  I know!  I'll make her go from one bit of song to the next, at random, whilst she vomits!  Joy!"