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katiebirdie -

idea:

a show that starts out like your typical zombie tv show/game. gruff, scowly-looking dude shoots a zombie, and it's revealed he's taking care of a couple of kids (probably girls). first surprise: gruff dude has absolutely no problem showing affection to the kids, ruffling their hair and telling them he loves them. second surprise: the dude isn't taking care of them out of some weird obligation to his dead kid; he wasn't even married beforehand. he just is good with kids and saw that they needed someone on their side.

the show goes on for a couple episodes, and we watch as they struggle to survive, with several shots of dude shooting zombies and burying them if he can. then, in the 5-6th episode, the third surprise comes in the form of two well dressed people riding horses. dude asks them where the hell they came from to not have tattered clothing, and they explain that they're from a newly established village that came together after the apocolyps, and are looking for any left behind supplies. dude begs them to take him and kids to the village so the kids don't have to be living half-feral out of old strip malls. riders agree, warning him that he can't pull any grisly "survival of the fitest" nonsense if he wants to stay, though they'll protect the kids either way.

dude says he wasn't that kind of guy anyway, and they lead them all to the village. it's not a paradise or anything, but compared to the rubble-filled streets, it's a far cry better. dude and kids start rooming with other groups new to the village, and the show turns into a comedy about all the hijinks going on the the village, mostly caused by the kids just being kids. the dude reveals he used to be an accountant, and happily starts helping the lady keeping track of the village's resources with her work, never trying to one-up her or take over. the only difference to other shows of the same style is that sometimes the gatekeepers announce they spotted a new zombie or something.

nobody dies for shock value.


katiebirdie -

anyway i wrote a snippet for this:

(EDIT: put the writing under a readmore so this post doesn't get too long)

   From his post behind the foliage, Dennis takes a moment to take in the two on horseback, hand drifting to his gun. It’s a man and a woman, armed with a shotgun at the horse’s side and a crossbow, respectively. They look… clean, clothing whole and unripped. Compared to the squalor and dirtiness he had grown used to these past few months, they almost look godly. He thinks of Cass and Tobi, waiting hidden away in their make-shift strip mall home, and realises this might be his chance.


    Standing up slowly, he doesn’t bother avoiding the leaves and branches surrounding him, and watches as the two wheel around to face his direction at the rustling, the woman raising her crossbow sharply.


    “Not a zombie!” he calls out, stepping out of the brush with hands raised. The man relaxes a bit, but the woman stands firm. “That doesn’t mean you aren’t dangerous,” she calls back, eyes trained on him. Dennis is certain that if he made one wrong move she’s shoot him dead with no hesitation. It’s still more charitable than some of the shooting policies the lone wolves he’s crossed paths with had. 


    “How ‘bout you drop the gun,” says the man, with a southern drawl, “and then we can have a proper conversation?”


    With eyes on the woman, Dennis carefully unholsters his gun and drops it on the forest floor, fingers never near the trigger. His mother may not have liked him knowing how to work a gun, but by god did she teach him well regarding handling it. 


    “Anything else?”


 Dennis shook his head, turning around slowly, arms stretched out to show there was no room in his clothes to hide another weapon. When he was back to facing the riders, the woman had lowered the crossbow to rest on her leg. The man nodded approvingly, and beckoned him over.


    “Benny Gold,” he said as Dennis awkwardly tramped through the bushes, “and my friend over here is Diamond. You got a name?”


    Reaching out for a handshake, Dennis said, “Dennis, Dennis Lieberman. Where are you guys from? I haven’t seen anyone with white shirts that are actually white in ages.”


    Benny grinned, visibly proud. “It’s called Clemency, up a ways. It got started up a little after, well, all this,” he lazily waves a hand in a wide arc, as if to encompass the fields and woods and all the dead, diseased corpses potentially lurking in them. Dennis repressed a snort at the casual air of it all.


    Diamond narrows her eyes, expression not quite angry, but certainly not kind either. “If you’re looking for a hide-away, we’ve got conditions,” she warned.


    “Do those conditions have exceptions for kids?”



katiebirdie -

*thor voice* ANOTHER ONE!

just so people know, i'm going to start tagging this stuff "fake zombie show". if any of y'all want to contribute just tag the post like that too!


Getting to the strip mall was a quick walk, Dennis peppering the two with as many questions as he could as they went. How many people lived in the village already? (About 80.) Did they have a lot of buildings up yet, or was everybody crammed in together? (The newbies were put in the cabins together or with other families until their home could be set up.) What did they all eat? (The crops they harvested, canned and jarred foodstuff otherwise.) Did the have any animals? (Plenty of farm animals, plus fish from the river nearby.)


    Not once in his questioning did he bring up there matter of guns, or hunting down zombies, or even if they would let him bring his own weapons. Reluctantly, Diamond found herself liking the man. Despite his burly, manly-man build and beard, he had an earnest air to him, and never seemed to growl or scowl like the uber-prepared, weapon-wielding men she had first brushed with in the wake of society's collective breakdown were so fond of doing. Still, that didn’t mean she would trust him. James, Kenny, and Don and their group of male sycophants had seemed like perfectly down-to-earth men in the beginning months of Clemency too, and then they tried to break into the gun-shed out of some wild idea that they, blue-collar men with no idea what farm life was like, were the rightful leaders of the place due to their manhood.


    It hadn’t worked, of course, and the whole group had been kicked out, but after that Diamond was hardly inclined to give some random man off the street the benefit of the doubt. She glanced at Ben to gauge his opinion, and suppressed a sigh at the look on his face as he explained the irrigation system to Dennis. While most would assume she and Ben were simply coworkers, sticking together because they had to get the job done, the truth was they had been friends long before the village was even a glimmer in Maizy’s eye. Therefore, she knew damn well how Ben looked when head the beginnings of a crush. 


    Nudging her horse Pennyfarthing closer to Ben so he was forced to look at her, she leveled him with a look that she hoped conveyed the words, “For fucks sake, Gold, don’t get attached.”  Luckily, he seemed to understand, if the face he made back at her was any clue.


    Finally, they emerged from the trees to face several squat buildings next to a pothole-filled road; the solemn, worn remains of modern life. “It’ll just be on the other side now,” said Dennis, who had perked up at the sight of crumbling bricks and flaking paint. Diamond grimaced. If this was where they were sticking it out, she could understand why he seemed so interested in Clemency; she and Ben, at least, had had a structurally sound house to hide out in the beginning. All the buildings here looked one harsh breeze from falling into themselves. They crossed through the road with little concern-- if anyone still had a car and gas, they wouldn’t be using it up on a random road in Michigan.


    The strip mall seemed a bit sturdier than the other buildings, though that didn’t really mean much. Graffiti and other unidentifiable substances were caked to the bricks, the glass fronts all broken long ago. The cleanest parts of the place were the bright patches where signs once hung, stark in contrast. The parking lot is just as hole-filled as the road, grass, weeds, and even a small tree pushing through the remains. There are also quite a few crusted, dark brown spots roughly the size of bodies that Diamond chose not to linger on. 


Dennis immediately headed to what once was named Anne’s Bagels, according to the cracked wooden sign somehow still clinging to its place above the doorway. Following after, Diamond peered through the broken window, Ben right behind her, and considered the rotten wooden floorboards, scattered remaining tables and chairs, and torn yellow wallpaper vainly sticking to the walls. Despite the obvious wear, she could see efforts to make the place homier; the dining area had been swept and the furniture shoved into the corner save for three chairs and a table, and the counter were the register likely once sat had been cleared off as well. A ragged blanket was hanging from the backroom door, probably to at least give the illusion of privacy. 


She watched as Dennis knocked firmly on the doorframe in a pattern she didn’t recognize, calling out “Come on out, I’ve got some nice folks for you guys to meet!” Raising her crossbow slightly-- this still could be a trap, after all-- Diamond waited. 


There were a few moments of hurried scuffling, and the blanket was pulled back to reveal two wide-eyed faces. Two girls stared out at them, one a lanky, pale girl with dishwasher blonde hair, and the other a younger black girl with her hair clipped back, poofing out from behind her head. Diamond estimated they were probably about fourteen and eight, respectively, before her thoughts were interrupted by a squeal of “Horses!”  as the younger girl ducked out from the blanket and ran full tilt towards them. 


“Hold your horses, now, Cass,” Dennis warned, scooping the girl up into a fireman’s carry before she could actual reach Pennyfarthing, “you can’t just run up to them, they’ll get spooked and buck our new friends off.”


Cass giggled wildly at the joke as Dennis her spun around, and cried, “Okay, okay! Put me down,” wacking at his back for good measure. Diamond found herself unwilling endeared. Dennis compiled, setting her back down onto the floor, and beckoned to the girl who had still hid in the backroom, watching them all with solemn eyes. Reluctantly, she crept out, muttering a quiet hello.


“Right,” Dennis beamed, “That’s Tobi over there, and this is Cassandra!” He gestured to Cass, who was approaching Pennyfarthing with exaggerated stealth. Ben walked Delilah so they were side by side, and the girl’s eyes widened once more. 


Dalmation horse,” she breathed, staring at Delilah’s black-spotted side. This time, Diamond didn’t bother hiding her snort as Ben broke out into a wide grin.


Maybe she could trust these people. Just a little bit.


@telekeys

I just made the first lemon demon post. I am a pioneer


KatieBirdie

saw at least one person wanted to draw the characters from my zombie show idea, so here they are, plus dennis' kids


KatieBirdie

remade a ref of tigress for myself since the old one was, how you say... bad.


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Ryan Radley // GHOSTMOOR

Thinkin about.............. Her


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By literallyilliterate

uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuughhhhhhhhhhhhhh, backgrounds are hard and i cant do them. this is the best i can dooooooo.

i've posted Aoe b4 but i just love my baby. isn't my murder monster cute???


Art by Arthur Rose Arbetman/arthur-rose-art

Robbie

new OC who's a demon who makes annoying unsatisfying videos on youtube


lumpybirdarts

Yes i can only draw my highly developed well written indulgent selfinsert ship right now No i will not calm down No i w


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TigerToony

Leaking Out Hands

my oc Miss C Red again, its her time of the year


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robot -
robot

inktober day 1- ring

no idea if i'll be able to keep up with this but i'll try!


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dv-art -
rené dv

Inktober Day 1: Ring

im doing ingk tober... its happening. pretty literal with this one, not that theres anythin wrong with that. or with a self indulgent proposal phantasy

[ID: A black and white ink drawing of a pair of black hands putting a ring on a white one. The background consists of curved radial lines, scattered stars and waves, all of which converge at the ring. End ID.]


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robot -
robot

inktober day 2: mindless

couldn't help but think of the lovely "death of the individual" ladies from ib for this one. it's been years since i've drawn anything for that game at all, tbh!


@zylphide / shiny-rayquaza

this is lucrece, cecil's first (and only) kid and honestly quite a handful to deal with. they hate the cold and spend most of their time curled up around their Big Orca Dad's neck like a shiny mer necklace. you can blame them for shoal circadia being late to arrive in their summer arctic grounds and setting all the events in motion


katiebirdie -

idea:

a show that starts out like your typical zombie tv show/game. gruff, scowly-looking dude shoots a zombie, and it's revealed he's taking care of a couple of kids (probably girls). first surprise: gruff dude has absolutely no problem showing affection to the kids, ruffling their hair and telling them he loves them. second surprise: the dude isn't taking care of them out of some weird obligation to his dead kid; he wasn't even married beforehand. he just is good with kids and saw that they needed someone on their side.

the show goes on for a couple episodes, and we watch as they struggle to survive, with several shots of dude shooting zombies and burying them if he can. then, in the 5-6th episode, the third surprise comes in the form of two well dressed people riding horses. dude asks them where the hell they came from to not have tattered clothing, and they explain that they're from a newly established village that came together after the apocolyps, and are looking for any left behind supplies. dude begs them to take him and kids to the village so the kids don't have to be living half-feral out of old strip malls. riders agree, warning him that he can't pull any grisly "survival of the fitest" nonsense if he wants to stay, though they'll protect the kids either way.

dude says he wasn't that kind of guy anyway, and they lead them all to the village. it's not a paradise or anything, but compared to the rubble-filled streets, it's a far cry better. dude and kids start rooming with other groups new to the village, and the show turns into a comedy about all the hijinks going on the the village, mostly caused by the kids just being kids. the dude reveals he used to be an accountant, and happily starts helping the lady keeping track of the village's resources with her work, never trying to one-up her or take over. the only difference to other shows of the same style is that sometimes the gatekeepers announce they spotted a new zombie or something.

nobody dies for shock value.


katiebirdie -

anyway i wrote a snippet for this:

(EDIT: put the writing under a readmore so this post doesn't get too long)

   From his post behind the foliage, Dennis takes a moment to take in the two on horseback, hand drifting to his gun. It’s a man and a woman, armed with a shotgun at the horse’s side and a crossbow, respectively. They look… clean, clothing whole and unripped. Compared to the squalor and dirtiness he had grown used to these past few months, they almost look godly. He thinks of Cass and Tobi, waiting hidden away in their make-shift strip mall home, and realises this might be his chance.


    Standing up slowly, he doesn’t bother avoiding the leaves and branches surrounding him, and watches as the two wheel around to face his direction at the rustling, the woman raising her crossbow sharply.


    “Not a zombie!” he calls out, stepping out of the brush with hands raised. The man relaxes a bit, but the woman stands firm. “That doesn’t mean you aren’t dangerous,” she calls back, eyes trained on him. Dennis is certain that if he made one wrong move she’s shoot him dead with no hesitation. It’s still more charitable than some of the shooting policies the lone wolves he’s crossed paths with had. 


    “How ‘bout you drop the gun,” says the man, with a southern drawl, “and then we can have a proper conversation?”


    With eyes on the woman, Dennis carefully unholsters his gun and drops it on the forest floor, fingers never near the trigger. His mother may not have liked him knowing how to work a gun, but by god did she teach him well regarding handling it. 


    “Anything else?”


 Dennis shook his head, turning around slowly, arms stretched out to show there was no room in his clothes to hide another weapon. When he was back to facing the riders, the woman had lowered the crossbow to rest on her leg. The man nodded approvingly, and beckoned him over.


    “Benny Gold,” he said as Dennis awkwardly tramped through the bushes, “and my friend over here is Diamond. You got a name?”


    Reaching out for a handshake, Dennis said, “Dennis, Dennis Lieberman. Where are you guys from? I haven’t seen anyone with white shirts that are actually white in ages.”


    Benny grinned, visibly proud. “It’s called Clemency, up a ways. It got started up a little after, well, all this,” he lazily waves a hand in a wide arc, as if to encompass the fields and woods and all the dead, diseased corpses potentially lurking in them. Dennis repressed a snort at the casual air of it all.


    Diamond narrows her eyes, expression not quite angry, but certainly not kind either. “If you’re looking for a hide-away, we’ve got conditions,” she warned.


    “Do those conditions have exceptions for kids?”



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th way i doodle catz iz very :)


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Ryan Radley // GHOSTMOOR

Some hot scenery from NeoScum ep 54/55 because the description of this was SO vivid in my head... more really fun colour work. I LOVE drawing fire


thoughts -

current mood: the weird acoustics in lemon demon spirit phone


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kunaipaint

I was staring up at my popcorn ceiling and saw this in the texture so i had to get up to draw it lol


babushka -

are we really a generation of introverts or do we all have social anxiety 


princeofdoom -

yes


love being kicked out of a friend group bc i "bring the mood down" and have "judge-y eyes" :))))))


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