Big hair troll girl is not amused.

Day 3 of Inktober.

Inktober! Days 1, 2, and some thumbnails.

  So, I'm attempting to participate in Inktober (http://mrjakeparker.tumblr.com/post/62695493968/inktober-starts-next-week-thirty-one-days). Basically an inked drawing every day for the month of October. Here are my first two and the thumbnails I did while watching TV to get a jump start on the month.

Cthulhu on a Bicycle

I will be doing shirts of this one. Stay tuned.

Nasal Ed

He runs through the woods
in his birthday suit,
He wears a bow in his hair
so you will call him cute,
He enjoys tea parties
and always says please,
He is on a magic quest
to cure his allergies.

Monday Zombie

Dr. Mason Wyckersham

Dr. Mason Wyckersham
1838 - ?

To say that Mason Wyckersham was a "mad doctor", while rooted firmly in the realm of fact, would be gross understatement akin to proclaiming that the shark that bit you mercilessly in half, had "lots of teeth".

Wyckersham possessed a sort of contained madness, a subverted distortion, that he would not surrender to completely until his status in the medical profession had reached such a glorious capstone that, at first, his wild speculations and bizarre theories were greeted with the unbridled enthusiasm of the entire scientific community. He was dashing, intelligent, the picture of all that was envied. Wyckersham's operation theater and lecture hall had become not only the forefront of operative discovery, but the very hub of fashionable society. Slowly, this was to change.

The foundations of his observations began to warp and crack. More and more he would shun sleep and the companionship of his peers for the cold slab of the operation room. The public abandoned his lectures as his theoretical processes ran into the macabre. Rumors spread of body snatching, alchemy, and self-admistered surgical procedures.

When those closest to him made one final, desperate attempt to intervene, he said simply, "The veil has been removed. I have seen the face of the Great Faun amongst the branches of the bower. This cannot be undone."

Dr. Mason Wychersham locked himself away behind the high stone walls of Machen Manor House. There, his crazed, frenzied stumblings into the darkness of creation took on a ghastly reality. It was there that Wyckersham submitted himself, finally, to the absolute torture of his own grotesque intellect.

Yes he was mad, mad as the moon, but his hideous genius would change everything.

Moonbeast

*Totally inspired by Eric Talbot's blog.

Hands

Menkrus

*A pudgy, out-of-shape demon who smokes cigars...I think I've been watching too much Sopranos lately.

Leapfrog Lydia

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Limericks for Jack

Blanket

Vampires can still attack you, if you cross your fingers
Vanquished demons never leave you, some part always lingers.
Humbly mumbled counter-spells, can rarely save your soul
And though you might create the beast, you'll never have control.
There are no silver bullets you can fire at your fears.
There's nothing that works, just half as good, as blankie 'round your ears.

*Our contribution to Illustration Friday: Blanket. It's much less ambitious than I had originally planned and after a few unsuccessful attempts I realized I had to rein back a bit.

Gerald Cusp

Although hideously transformed by exposure to the unknown toxins of The Waste, Cusp retained his gentle grace, and eloquence.

"There is no irony here, gentleman. The metamorphosis of study will always realign the perception of the observer in favor of those to whom he has dedicated his observation. I was merely fortunate enough to develop a physical representation that mirrors my empathy for these creatures of misunderstanding. This is a truer path to discovery, that I shall cherish."

Gerald Cusp continues to study monsters in their natural habbitat. While Mr. Cusp's lecture tours are immensely popular they are also considered rather dangerous, as he has been known to eat a member of the audience, on occasion.


*Everyone have a great weekend and get ready for the most lopsided Super Bowl in NFL history. 9's call: 45-10 Patriots. Yee haw.

Arvid Olaf Draugr

His name was Arvid Olaf and Draugr was the last.
A captain never was so despised by men before the mast.
"We cut him from his hawser. We spun his guts to twine.
We feed him lead and pitched him o'er and so besmurched the brine."
So let this speak as epitaph, to mark his gruesome life.
For those who plant the seeds of woe will harvest only strife.


*Okay, I got a little carried away with this one but he was a good distraction. Also my submission to this week's Illustration Friday: Tales and Legends. Words by Mr. Hoskins.

Shoebox Shoggoth

There once was a season of gladness,
when a package arrived at my address.
The wrapping was merry, but the message contrary
cause it said: DO NOT OPEN 'TIL MADNESS

Emesi

Emesi the demon turns inside-out
while the tentacles roll down his chin.
If ever he gets to, he'll drag you along
and then you'll be outside-in

*For those that didn't know, my genius buddy Loren Hoskins is doing the writing/prose/lyrics for my monsters. This one being my favorite so far. Loren is an extremely talented comic, writer, voice talent, musician, and friend. (He reads this blog so feel free to give him props.)

The Revenant of Abbot Caen

In book five of his manuscript, William of Newburgh writes of the medicinal revival of a corpse performed by a monk in 1197. Upon the day of his execution, the abbot uttered only one passage from the bible before his purification was dispensed:

"The children of this world are wiser in their generation than the children of light" [Luke 16: 8]

Murder Mites

Where blood has been spilt,
upon moor or on stone,
will gather the mites
that make murder their home.

Fever Fen

"Fevyr Fenne be prankish, sharpe of wit and pronne also to showe of distemper. Most often will they be found out amoung the mosse of the quagmyre. If thou hast been bitten, soone will that parte of thy body swell with rott, and so decrepit be. If thou by word or action so soothe or make confidence of this beaste, it shall remain devoted to thee for a tyme and this will not see the change of fourteen years. Bewarre such a friend."

- from the Bestarium Diabolus by Marcus of Gramercy, 12th Century

Mae

Unnaturalist and surgical fiend, Dr. Mason Wyckersham, was known to have performed over two-hundred documented, experimental procedures on ghouls, demons, and fish. He was quite mad.

Pictured here is one of his earlier amalgamations which he called: Monstero-Arthropodia Elefantius IV.

Perhaps the most disturbing thought, in this case, is that of the three previous, failed versions of the monster.