Monster Design - Blog Posts
a collection of fun doodles and studies, of some critters
She woke up in the middle of the night. Heart was beating fast and violently.
It was just a dream… Everything was okay… She looked around at her room, lit up by the moonlight. A broken branch barely hanging on to the tree was knocking onto the glass of her open window, that must have been the sound that woke her up.
She got up from her bed to close it, wondering why she can’t remember opening it before she went to bed… or what could have broken the branch… has there been a storm? But the window got closed and the noise was cancelled so she went back to her bed, the comfort of her oversized pillow and fluffy quilt.
The open window had let in some cold air so it was a priority to get her feet off the freezing wooden floor. Who knew summer nights could get this cold?
Once again buried in her bed, she closed her eyes to get some sleep but in her direct sight was the mirror on her desk, right on the other side of the room. It had almost looked for a second like something had moved past in the reflection. A hand maybe. Going up.
Was her mind playing her a prank or was it simply her own shadow she had seen? No. She was already in bed, her shadow couldn’t have moved. A fly maybe? Just passing by?
Turning around to turn her back to the mirror and to face the wall instead, she stopped halfway. Freezed from fear. Every muscle tensing, catching her breath and ceasing her to keep moving. She didn’t dare to look away.
Its body was grey, matching that off the roof with a hint of white-ish pink, like that of a corpse. The body was slender, the legs shaped in a way impossible for legs to move, like inverted knees leading to oversized worn out feet. The nails on the hands and feet were all broken. The body was slender, the spine was clear and dominant, leading to a neck that was off a worm. As it was fat and waving and never quite led to a head. It was simply leading to an end where a skull was hinted at through the stretching of the skin. With two eye-pockets, deep enough for pitch darkness with two eyes in the end, like glass trying to reflect off light from the bottom of a lake. And it lacked a mouth, or at least an opening in the skin as the skull had clearly an open jaw with teeth.
But it wasn’t how it looked that stopped her. It was the eerie sound it made. The mix of a being reaching for air combined with the loud sound of an alarm.
It was getting louder and louder, less natural for each second…
The sun rose and her mother had prepared breakfast and was heading up to her room to wake her up, assuming by the empty bed that she must have woken up early and already headed out.
Creatuanary day 4
Cocollona also known as nun that turned into a crocodile because of not praying hard enough, then God felt a bit bad and gave her butterfly wings...
Silly monster creature loosely based on my backpack.
I designed clothes for my sculpture +some basic lore. sculpture (no private parts) below
