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A few years back, me, two friends and my brother sat down and drew some creatures and objects we got from SlimeBeast's Random Monster Generator. I enjoyed these weird creations so much, I decided to re-draw these, as well as every other thing on the list I printed, and give them all fun backstories. These drawings are from after our session, and were originally done up about a year and a half ago.---------------------------------------------------------------------------
Prompt: The Pink Dwarf
"I sell the absolute finest apparel around here, and trust me it isn't hard."
Byron Goldfist, AKA The Pink Dwarf, is the only known Dwarven fashion designer. While initially made fun of for his impractical ideas, Byron soon became a household name for his surprising styles and unique designs. Despite what many would think, most of Byron's clientele aren't actually Dwarves (as most Dwarves are extremely practical, and have no use for such extravagant garments) which, admittedly does pose some problems in measuring his clothes properly. Yet, even so, many races from "The Above" continue to flock underground to witness (and purchase) the bizarre styles of Byron Goldfist.
Prompt: Wanda The Tomato Murderer
"You shouldn't be here."
Life as a tomato isn't easy. There's a lot of stresses most people don't know or think about. For example, the knowledge that one day, some giant beings going to carve you up and eat you. The knowledge of something like that can cause anyone to go insane. So, it shouldn't be too surprising to note that, yes, some tomatoes lose their shit. Take Wanda for example. A loving mother and wife, well-known and liked in the neighborhood; an all-around stand-up gal. Then one day, she snapped. The pressure was just too much. She figured, why wait for the inevitable? She could do the same thing, right now. It was a tragedy for sure, but can you really blame her? Life as a tomato isn't easy.
Prompt: The Faded Peeking Book
"This is the book you are looking for."
Somewhere in the world, there is a library (it could even be yours!) that currently contains a book. This book will call out to you, if you know what you are looking for. It will appear as if it is brand new on the outside (aside from the hole with the eye...make sure not to poke it or stare too long), but upon opening it, the words will be faded. But the message will be clear. The book will teach you how to peek into any place, at any time. Do you wish to know the secrets the government doesn't want you to know? Easy. Do you wish to see how to live a life unending? Done. Do you wish to see into another dimension? It's possible. Or perhaps you wish simply to see into the locker room of the opposite sex? This is the book for you. When you are done with the book, you will find it was mysteriously left your possession. This is normal, after all, someone else may seek the book in another library somewhere else in the world.
Prompt: Rupert The Feces Covered Teddy
"Ugh, what is that smell!?"
You don't remember buying that bear for your child...and what is that horrific smell coming from it?
Prompt: Invisible Tamara The Hypnotizing Woman
"You won't even see her coming."
Tamara literally jumped for joy when she finally completed her greatest magic trick; making herself invisible. Now, the real fun could begin. She could do whatever she wanted, without fear of repercussion. She started out small, using her talents in hypnotism to hypnotize random people in the street, causing them to make fools of themselves in public. But soon her ambitions grew. Her pranks became more elaborate and harmful, she started robbing stores and houses, and she found joy in framing others for actions. Eventually, even this wasn't enough, so she asked herself one question ...can an invisible woman rob the national bank?
Prompt: Grotesque Eyes
"Please! Just leave me alone!."
It had been a week since they "grew" out of the corner of your room. Those eyes. Those horrible, horrible eyes. Every night, they return, dripping their thick, vile and rancid slime all over the walls and the ground. Even if you could ignore that, how could you sleep when you know that those eyes are always watching? You don't have any idea what their intentions are, or how long they will torment you. All you know is that they are there, and they are watching.