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Blood and Skin.
Sam hears the gunshot a second before the bullet pierces his arm, lodging deep into the muscle, and then the infected start screaming, noticing him, moaning and running towards him and he was an idiot to think that he was going to get through this God-forsaken town alive.
He runs as fast as he can, aiming and shooting poorly at the infected following after him. Fuck, his right arm, his goddamn shooting arm is fucked to hell and none of the bullets even hit, fuck.
There’s another gunshot, and Sam braces himself for another bullet, probably someone who doesn’t want any competition for the sparse food in the area, the few safe places to hide out for the night, but the secondary pain never comes. Sam can feel himself fading, blood pulsing out of the wound in his arm with every heartbeat, dripping down his arm and his left hand, clutching feebly to the wound.
All of a sudden, there’s a body next to him, and Sam fumbles for his gun before it says, “Don’t even think about it, you son of a bitch, you’re going to get us killed. Just follow me.”
Sam runs, feeling the press of a hand on his back, urging him on, gunshots ringing in his ears, and he’s tugged through a small door and he falls down as the guy barricades the door fast with slats of wood, mumbling to himself about “goddamn zombies and fucking kids running around in broad daylight why do I have to deal with this shit fucking incompetents.”
It’s dark in the small room they’re in, the pounding of infected bodies slamming into the heavy door loud in his ears. The man crouches near him, and Sam can see the outline of strong shoulders as hands rip the sleeve of his shirt and tie it around his bicep tight, and Sam cries out, gritting his teeth.
There was so much blood, Sam could feel it dripping down his arm and onto his clothes and over his hand as he clutched.
“I’m going to save your life you son of a bitch so you better not fucking make too much noise as a do this, okay?” Sam swallows and nods. ”Good. Dumb fucking kid getting fucking shot what the fuck why do I always put up with this shit fuck fuck fuck.”
Okay so first of I have to apologize for the cursing and the blood. Second I had so many copies of this with different coloring styles and shit I just got sick of it, cropped it, and posted it like this. I like it this way, actually, so. I think the blood stands out well.
Also, I didn’t look up any reference for blood spatter or dripping or whatever so. Yeah. I’m sure I’ll think of something to say later when it’s too late, but whatever. More apocalypse shit. Woo.
ETA: ALSO, I discovered the smudge tool. Trololol.
Everyone should follow my art blog okay. Please.
So, I’ve never really been Snape’s biggest fan, because I never really got into the fandom for Harry Potter. I kind of just went with the flow with these books and took things as they were presented. However, ‘The Prince’s Tale’ and the corresponding part in the movie had me sobbing. I had to draw it.
People can change, I’m sorry for all the things I’ve done.
So I can’t wait to post this, and I won’t be on later because I’ll be watching Harry Potter and stuff. Woooo.
I tried a different way of coloring this time. I made the entire background blue. I think it lends something to the piece. I mean, I’d love if I could color this all realistic and gorgeous and shit but I’m not at that level yet, so this will have to do. And I really like it!
“Puck,” Sam repeats breathlessly as Puck chases his mouth, their lips grazing against each other. “Puck!”
“Be quiet,” Puck insists, kissing him again. He pushes their bodies together, one hand splayed on the wall next to Sam’s head.
“What are you doing?” Sam asks in a strained voice, his arm still wrapped around Puck’s waist, his knuckles resting against the hard muscles in his back.
“I’m kissing you, idiot,” Puck responds swiftly.
“Just stop—stop talking, okay?” Puck blurts out, pressing his lips against Sam’s cheek, and Sam swears he hears a crack in Puck’s voice. “It doesn’t… doesn’t mean anything, it’s just a stupid game. Just let me kiss you, just… just let me—”
So another drawing for Eden’s lovely Gay Waffles ‘Verse (link goes to the chapter this takes place in). Once again having her reactions to my art to look forward to, I create an awesome piece of work. I could go into all the details over how I changed the compesition and such, but I’ll just leave you with this.
That fur coat was awesome to draw, and I love Noah Puckerman’s back dimples.
And I hate coloring in large spaces of black.
Drew this last night, 12:30 to 2 AM. Inked it tonight from 8:30 to 10 PM. I really freaking love it. I know it’s out of proportion but I just stuck with it and finished it and I love it. It’s for Eden (who I can’t stop drawing things for) because she wrote the most amazing Gay Waffles ‘Verse that is basically awesome.
Also Eden always gets me to draw things I never would have tried before and gives me a reason to finish my art instead of giving up on them, so yeah. She deserves this.
I wear flannel now. Flannel’s cool.
WHAT HAVE I DONE. Herp derp inspired by a prompt I received from cardiologie on my other account: “how the doc would look like as Sam or Dean”
Why do I like coloring with such pale tones. And I like the sketch of this better so maybe I’ll post it eventually.
I won’t be posting art to this blog anymore.
Hey, it’s some PuckSam spooning for Eden! I didn’t reference the light source, so as much as I like it, it’s probably incorrect, hurr hurr. This is like, the first time I’ve drawn Sam and I actually like it. Also, a background! That’s not too much of a scribble!
I actually really like this, so yeah. Hee.
Will, one of my characters based of a real person. First attempt at a background, haha. If there’s any mistakes please excuse them I was working on a clear background (which you can see here) and it makes little things I miss invisible). Also tried out a new color scheme.