Zoke Week Day 1: First Impression

I imagined this big scenario of Mike and Zoey getting pushed around while the other contestants were rushing to get on the ship and they ended up running into one another. I wanted to do a short comic but got lazy. :( So I drew Mike picking up a bag that got knocked out of Zoey’s hand (probably by Lightning or Scott let’s be honest), and sweet Mike of course picks it up for her only for them both to suddenly feel hope that they won’t be alone anymore!

It’s Zoke Week! And I am so NOT late…Well I tried doing TD style and kept feeling like everything was getting worse and worse. Next time we’ll just go with a style I’m more comfortable with I think. Ugh I suck.


This is Host Irk, and together with Host Marie, we’re going to be hosting Zoke Week! Submissions are opening today! Here are our prompts:

December 29: First Impression

December 30: Childhood

December 31: Christmas

January 1: Secrets

January 2: Date

January 3: Thunderstorm

January 4: Faith

You don’t need to follow the prompts, of course; anything goes! They’re just there to give you a push if you don’t otherwise know what you want to do. Non-prompt pieces will be mixed in with prompt pieces throughout the week.

Drawing, writing, image editing - as long as it’s related to Zoke, we’ll accept it!

(The only rule is that this blog defines Zoke as Zoey/Mike - therefore, anything pairing Zoey with an alter will not be accepted. Alters are allowed in the pieces, of course, but the implication must remain that Mike and Zoey are the ones with feelings for each other, without involving the others. Other than that, go nuts!)

We’re looking forward to what the fandom has to offer!

~Host Irk

Zoey sighed softly, remembering her day. It had been her day at school. The problem was that she had no friends, she hadn’t had friends for a while. The most interaction she got at school was the boys pulling at her hair or teasing her. All the girls steered clear of Zoey.

The girl sat up, pulling her knees to her stomach. “I must be the most miserable child in the world.”

A few states away, a boy shakily sits in a sandy cave at the top of a cliff. Mike doesn’t know where he is, why he’s there, or how he got there. Everything hurts. Tears are streaming down his face, his teeth chattering. He can’t cry. He can’t sob. He doesn’t have real problems, does he? “T-there are still a lot of sadder kids than me.” He says, repeating it after. Just like dad always says.

Day 2: Childhood

I’m not sure how many of the actual prompts I’m going to do but I wanted to do this one because… Well? I dunno. Inspiration I guess.