Mortaween Day 31: …..31. More. Monsters.
THEN WHO WAS SKILEVAK
I’ve received more Skilevak fan-art (this one by Nocturnalsea, who envisions it as a Halloweenier Mr. Mxyzptlk sort of entity!) and another complete set of Pathfinder stats, making three very different interpretations so far.
I love how now, it just looks like Skilevaks keep arising independently in the D&D universe through completely different, convoluted means with just a few consistent features in common, as though unknown cosmic forces keep conspiring to bring them into existence…or bring something else into existence that keeps coming out this way for unknowable reasons.
An episode review of one of the best supernatural horror series ever animated…if not one of the best supernatural horror series.
I put this off too long
This entry AND this show
Oh my God this is amazing
if I had watched it as a kid I would have had the ghost in this episode as an imaginary friend
maybe I still will
(for those inclined (tags cough) there’s a goop/quicksand amalgam in this ep, albeit briefly—Scythe has it capped)
Sidenote I forgot to include in my review: Kylie’s fear manifestation is more than likely a very inappropriate reference to the horror movie Galaxy of Terror, in which an evil force also brings its victim’s phobias to life, one of which is also a bunch of maggots that become one giant maggot.
In Galaxy of Terror, however, the giant maggot sexually violates its victim, which kills her for no explained reason, leaving her naked and drenched in slime. Actually not the most horrendous death in the film, either.
MULTIPLE INSTANCES of Fan-art and Pathfinder stats by readers!
I still can’t find any of these to buy, and only originally saw them at Ross. At least I had taken more than one picture while I could, though.
Dullahan are fairly common in anime, manga and video games, but seldom (never) portrayed as they were once described.
The blithely ignorant Intestangle pays little regard to its surroundings, but its prehensile, eversible digestive tract functions with a complex nervous system all its own, feeding its oblivious body with sharp reflexes and predatory cunning. Ensnared in the intestine’s gluey embrace, prey is saturated with acids and scoured of soft tissues by thousands of writhing cilia. Intestangle are drawn to large bodies of water and may lie ashore for days or weeks, content to stare at clouds or ponder the nature of rocks as their intestines go “fishing.” Though they lack a sense of taste, they derive considerable pleasure from the “tickle” of prey squirming in the grasp of their gastric membranes, and enjoy the sudden rush of mental clarity they derive from sweets.
Sorry for the lateness of this one, I had trouble with Tumblr and Deviantart all day, the only two places I share my art! I’ve had this concept for years, but I went through dozens of different ideas for its body; seal-like things (but I have a lot of those), hairy muppet-like things, pig-like things, even just goofy little humanoids and at one point an oily black toad I worried people might misinterpret as a Gollywog.
I think this little clam-whale-slug is just the right mix of alien and goofy for the concept, and I didn’t entirely design it without <i>Bubble Bobble</i> on the brain.
Common in freshwater swamps, sewers, humid jungles and damp caves, this small and primitive annelid vampire transfixes prey with its luminous gaze, painlessly saws through flesh with its three opposing tooth plates and bloats to nearly a globe as it messily suctions out blood and entrails. Gluttonous and simple-minded, it seldom takes care to preserve its food sources or moderate its intake, and may even regurgitate in mid-meal to continue feeding until nothing remains. It particularly relishes eyeballs as an “after-dinner snack.”
I used to classify “Vamprey” as the leech-based vampire, but Vamprey is more of, well, a lamprey.I’ve been meaning to rectify that for a long time.
The face on this guy is actually inspired by a cookie cutter shark, though the three serrated jaws are more or less accurate to a real leech, and so are the multiple eyes! No real leech has very large or visible eyes, but some species have anywhere from two to a dozen!
The overall look of this one is ALSO based on the leeches briefly seen in “Fern Gully.” I love those little bastards.
This sleek and agile vampire’s obsidian scales reflect direct light in a dazzling display of sparkles most sight-equipped beings find impossible to look at directly without nauseating disorientation, considerable ocular pain and momentary blindness. Even in darkness, the monster can wave its bioluminescent barbel about its own surface or emit rapid, strobing flashes from its bulbous eyes, its entire body shining and pulsing in a torturous effect for even moderately light-sensitive organisms.
Vain, brash and sometimes juvenile, Twileye regard themselves as simply “too amazing” for “lesser beings” to appreciate. To them, the pained howls of their victims are the shamed cries of those who have finally seen “true beauty” and understand “how ugly and stupid they really look.”
Oh yeah. I went there. The design isn’t changed all that much from its animal inspiration, the deep sea fish Gigantura.
A personal list with an awful lot of amorphous blobs on it!
Similar at its core to the Snagnant,this cactiform botanical serves as a living, symbiotic nest for a unique breed of eusocial spider, obedient to the monster’s complex vibrational commands. Insects and small vertebrates are more than enough to keep the colony and their mobile home well nourished, but even the largest monsters can succumb to the swarm’s intensely toxic, tissue-destroying venom.
Easygoing and nonconfrontational, an Arachtus rattles out a maraca-like warning before forced to unleash its scurrying, seething defenders.
Within the fungus-lined recesses of this monster’s porous, woody shell, thousands of symbiotic mosquitoes multiply in pockets of viscous, filthy slime. A single bite from a sanguivorous female transmits hundreds of the snagnant’s specialized parasite-cells, causing immediate fever, chills, severe fatigue and unpredictable lapses in consciousness. Weakened hosts are easy picking for the slow-moving Botanical, caging helpless prey beneath its powerful leg-roots and rasping through flesh with the trilobal “beak” at their apex.
A Snagnant’s shell is home to myriad fungi, lichens, mosses, slime molds, nematodes, flatworms, mites, crickets and gastropods. Tiny frogs, lizards and even the occasional bat may also take up residence within its hollows, feeding on its endless supply of mosquitoes.
“This large and powerful botanical is famous for the curious effects of its pheromones; most “female” or at least strictly egg-producing biotypes find its odor intoxicatingly sweet, and are stricken with a persistent, increasing urge to enter its gargantuan central bloom. Embracing its thorny stalk in contentment, they put up little resistance as they are enclosed and devoured. To strictly sperm producing organisms, the scent of the Titarium is indescribably repellant, and the creature itself finds “male” flesh sickening to consume. Multi-sexed biotypes are affected unpredictably.
Titarium are easily cloned from tissue samples, but take more than a century to produce a true seed, carrying with it the genes of past prey. They can become quite protective of a female trainer, but have difficulty suppressing their own pheromones and may be forced to fend off an entranced owner’s advances.”
Based on the giant corpse flower, Titanophallus, and kind of a gender swap of my man-eating fly-trap siren. I wanted it to look sad and cute for a Freudian tentacle monster.
David Attenborough coined the name “Titan Arum” for the real-world plant, so he wouldn’t have to say “Titanophallus” on family television.
This semi-organic, crudely sentient endoskeleton can move and function only upon merging with a substantial mass of Slime, utilized the biomass not only as a muscular system, protective coating and offensive weapon but an extension of its very brain, increasing its cognitive capacity tenfold. Over time, it may develop a complex and unique personality, typically regarding its slime as its very “soul” or “essence.” Separated, the two revert to their natural state - a mindless slime and emotionless, barely mobile Oozoid.
The Illustrated Story of the Best Tie in the World
This is today’s Halloween “article,” but so short I may as well paste almost the entire thing here. UR WELCOME
Yes, I really saw a Halloween Reese’s Peanut Butter Pumpkin Zombie Tie, all the way in Iowa at a Quick Trip gas station while spending a few weeks with my not-made-up girlfriend’s family. Tragically, this is about the best I could reproduce it to my memory; I couldn’t buy it, because it was only a promotional item a cashier had to wear as part of her uniform, and I couldn’t get a real picture of it because that would have looked like this:
I’m probably not even remembering you correctly, Reese’s Pumpkin Halloween Zombie Tie, but at least I’ll incorrectly remember you always. And maybe, just maybe, a few of your kind will trickle down into the second-hand market. I might never buy a dress shirt I could wear you with, but I could at least put you on a dummy or a scarecrow, which, now I think of it, would be a whole lot more satisfying in the first place.