zombie!Klaine for my bestest buddy, happy birthday Tori! (err…a day early :P)

prismacolor markers, layout bond 14”x17” | shirts & stickers & stuff

random zombie, charcoal speed drawing

zombies laughing alone with salad

{ballpoint pen boredom-in-class doodle}

zombie!Gron

oil paints on a broken table-top

for ze anon who wanted zombie Brittany by herself~

Shriek the lips across ragged tongue, Convulsing together, sing violently,
Move the jaw, cry aloud, Bound up the Dead triumphantly.
The ragged they come and the ragged they kill! You pray so hard on bloody knees.
The ragged they come and the ragged they kill! Down in the cool air I can see.

— season 3 zombie Unholy Trinity (not as good/planned out as the last one because I just doodled them each separately during class lectures with ballpoint pens and highlighters and pieced them together in PS

She let’s out a sob, clutching the limp, mangled body to her chest. “….Quinn…..” Everyone is gone. Everyone. Dead. Worse. Thinking about the ‘worse’ provokes another bout of tears from the tiny brunette. “……….I’m sorry….” she mumbles to the corpse cradled in her arms; it’s an empty apology, because really, what could she possibly be sorry for? That she hadn’t been able to save her from the throng of flesh-eaters in the first place? That she wasn’t able to put a bullet through her head? That she was welcoming her return from the dead? “I-it’srnot… yerffault R-Rachlll….” had been her last words, each slurred syllable punctuated by the bubbling pop of the syrupy liquid spilling from her mouth as Rachel tried feebly to dress wounds that were beyond repair. Quinn is gone. She knows that. She’s not dumb. Not one of those stupid characters in horror movies that ignorantly cling to the idea that what would return would still have a soul, would still have those precious memories. Rachel knows what’s going to happen next. The inevitable. Surely it will be her downfall, her end, the last nail in her coffin. But none of that really matters now, does it. So when the body she clutches so dearly stirs with the first hints of reanimation she does not run. Does not cast the hollow shell of the girl she loves aside. Even as she feels jagged nails dig at her arms and slick teeth sink into her flesh does she hold tighter. “I’ll see you soon….”

[ballpoint pen/highlighter zombie doodle #3]

Lay your head down child I won’t let the boogeyman come
Countin’ bodies like sheep To the rhythm of the war drums

another “omg I’m going to bang my head against the wall I’m so bored” during class lecture doodle. Ballpoint pen. ….that has bunnies on it 8}

Remember that one time when I drew myself as a zombie for a “what I want to be when I grow up” self-portrait assignment and the entire class found out I was crazy? Yeah. That was fun.

I was bored in postmodern theory class. so I drew zombie pinkhair!Quinn.

(ballpoint pens and a highlighter that died halfway through working on the hair -____-“)

some things I discovered yesterday:

-Naya thinks zombie cheerios are hot
-the cast saw this when I posted it way back when on tumblr oh for the love of god I hope they didn’t see my page
-Dianna, your autograph is hilarious and I think I can make out a “D” but I could be hallucinating from lack of food/sleep
-Hemo doesn’t like me (jk girl. I know they were rushing you)
-Naya is soft
-Naya is perfect
-Dianna looks like sunshine and I really hope she didn’t think I was a total derp with the way I was groaning and yelling “oh my god”
-Dianna, you were already badass before I drew you as a zombie.

“Unholiest” Prismacolor markers on layout bond (19”x24”)

shirt, sticker, poster

Finished the line art, test colored it in PS I’m sorry it’s so gory I got carried away I just……love zombies so much .___.” I made a shirt available :) clicky click