Bonus Art: Magical Girl Fight Club Punks

A gradual treat for y'all. Tifa's art is coming, I have a filler one to tide you over til then, but this was "one for me" as far as art goes. It's been coming for a while due to some delays with the artist but loving it.

I wrote the last chapter of Magical Girl Fight Club a few months back and I immediately loved these bozos. I needed generic Japanese girl punks but I forgot how much I love the design of those characters... punks and yankees will be in every Japan-themed story I can fit them in. Kumatake, Setsuna and Azuka were me piling on weird quirks I liked and adored the results. I knew I needed fanart for someone to slap these traits together. I love how Kuma turned out more like a character from the Heathers musical, Setsuna should have a shrill nasally voice but I wrote her as deep voiced, and Azuka has the exact hair I used for my first Monster Hunter World character...

They have a group shot coming (just MS Painted these together with the real files attached) but the artist included these to work out their designs.

When Miyuki went up the stairs to reach the roof, she realized this was not going to be one of those days. Someone was already up there, and so was Hana.

"What do you think you're doing up here, twerp?" demanded a nasally female voice.

"You got some nerve barging up here! What if we were doin' somethin' indecent? Morally questionable even?" asked a deep and kind of dopey-sounding girl's voice. “Cuz we weren’t, but still… IF!”

"It's downright rude of ya. What are you gonna give us to make up for that kind of disrespect?" growled a gruffer and older girl. Miyuki felt like she recognized the first two but the last was unmistakable. Kumatake was one of the bigger girls in school, and one of the biggest delinquents to boot. She and her hench-bitches were a rough and tumble bunch of bullies, but they tended to keep to themselves when they were smoking or skipping class. Most people had learned to avoid them, but a new girl like Hana couldn't know better.

Miyuki peeked in from the rooftop access entryway. The trio of bullies were looming over the stripe-haired new girl, who was staring at them blankly in a mix of panic and naivety. "I-I'm sorry! I didn't know someone else was up here," Hana stammered. "I keep getting in peoples' way this morning!"

"Damn right you do," Setsuna snapped. The deep-voiced bully was actually rather tall and skinny, if with a deep “gyaru” tan to her skin. Her dark hair curled into some wide, spiraling drill shapes that went down either side of her head. Her hem of her longer than regulation skirt had multiple patches sewn into it; colorful skulls, a lit bomb, and other oddly cartoony versions of intimidating imagery. "You got a lot to learn about life her at Kitakori turf."

"For starters, I bet that lunch would make a nice toll," sneered the nasally punk. Azuka was by far the shortest, even smaller than Hana and Miyuki. She was still just as vicious and tough as the others, but she seemed like she grew out horizontally to make up for it. She was on the chubby side and plenty busty to make up for it, and with her purple hair done into a pompadour. She wore a type of facemask that was common among two sorts of people; seedy types or someone with a cold. Azuka seemed to wear it for both reasons, always seeming to be fending off some bug or another.

"Hey, c'mon," Setsuna cut in. "My mom made me spaghetti today. I only get that once a week. I don't want to spoil it with some stranger's lunch."

"Calm down, you two," Kumatake growled. The girl was huge, broad shouldered and tall enough for ceilings to scrape against her similarly huge hair. She was a strange kind of bulky to the point where she was almost circular when you looked at the right angle. Her dyed blonde hair was thick and wild, almost a fireball around her head to make her look even bigger. She was a constantly intimidating presence, leaning her chin on her folded hands. "You don't disrespect a mom's box lunches. But I appreciate your enthusiasm. We should maintain our stereotypical delinquent traditions like we discussed at the last meeting. Instead... grab her. Let's take her socks. The slight discomfort of walking around in her sweaty slippers will teach her a lesson about messing with us."