Day 17 : Three of my favorite Scooby-Doo villains: the Creeper, the Werewolf, and the Giggling Green Ghosts. I’ll probably doodle more at some point since these are by no means the only favorites I have. I’m not sure I could name any that I dislike at the moment. I will say that watching the show as an adult has raised a lot of questions; for instance, is Velma a gosh darn genius since she knows so many professors and science-y type people? And how do these teenagers manage to travel by themselves without supervision? And how is it that I only recall one time in three seasons that someone reacted in shock that Scooby talked? So many questions. #artjournal #fillmysketchbook #pendrawing #coloredpencils #scoobydoo #scoobydoowhereareyou #thecreeper #thewerewolf #gigglinggreenghosts
This is a 17th century style leather bound journal with 90lb. watercolor paper for the text block. It contains hand marbled paper for the end sheets and hand sewn headbands that are patterned black and red. The leather is a rich chocolate brown goats skin and contains a beautiful grain. The cover is fitted with decorative embellishments pertaining to Lycanthropy including an inset centerpiece and an inset moon phase. The inscriptions are written in ancient Runes text. The head of the book is fitted with a bookmark chain that is anchored with a real silver bullet. The books finished size is 7.5x11. The inside text block is 7.25x10.75 and is 1.5 inches thick.
I wanted to do something for SterekWeek, but I haven’t had much time to do anything big. This idea has been stuck in my head for a while now, so I thought I would put down the first part and post it. This is based on The Twilight Zone, Season 1 Episode 7, “The Lonely,” which is one of my favorites. This is a first draft that hasn’t been beta’d, so yell any mistakes at me and I’ll fix them.
The working title for this is: Weeeeeerewolves iiiiiiin spaaaaaaace~~~~~
Derek supposes he shouldn’t feel this content here.
He should dread waking up. He should feel caged. He should try and build some bullshit rocket with the spare parts he found instead of rebuilding the bullshit jeep. He should feel anger, hatred, loathing.
Instead, he feels thankful.
Here he has nature and quiet. He has his hut and his lake. He has the open sky and a vast area to hunt in. He has an entire planet to himself, and it was meant as a punishment. A severe punishment that Derek supposes would drive a city dweller out of his flipping mind, but not the man that grew up in a nature preserve. Not the man that knows how to scavenge for edible fauna and clean a fresh kill. Not the man who enjoys the silence. Not him.
Derek is happy to spend his days quietly fishing off the small dock he built or tracking an animal or even occasionally going mudding in the bullshit jeep.
Plus there’s the moon.