Day Six Was Zombie. I Kind Of Cheated. This Is An Older Roleplaying Character Of Mine From When I Spent

Day six was zombie. I kind of cheated. This is an older roleplaying character of mine from when I spent every weekend in college playing Scion and World of Darkness.

Her name is Roxy Queen; she is an undead punk rock musician from Houston, Texas, and her dad is the god of death. She was extremely good fun to play back in the day. No one cares if you smoke when you're dead. 

Day 11, and I think my brown paper sketchbook is getting crinkly from all the ink washes. That's okay; I bought it at a hundred yen shop in Nagano in 2008. The prompt was yokai, which is a bad thing, because I am such a huge enthusiast (read: big freaking nerd) about everything yokai that I got distracted in my Mizuki Shigeru encyclopedias and couldn't decide, which is why I ended up doing two of the most stereotypical yokai choices I could manage. This is an uncommonly skinny tengu,  and chochinobake, whom I accidentally gave two eyes to instead of one. Call it unreasonably high expectations, but I didn't manage to pull off my desired image quality here.

I should probably just do a month of yokai next time instead of a monster challenge. It'd get it out of my system. 

Edit: Herp derp, this is 12, not 11. 

Day 17. This is yesterday's monster. The prompt was Australian Aboriginal mythology. This is a bunyip. I feel like refried butt today, so I am just going to link to two bunyip-related things. 

Bunyip wikipedia article

Dot and the Kangaroo, a movie I saw when I was a kid, had a bunyip song that I always really liked. Bunyip song.

The seventh one. The name of the game was insect monster. 

This is Kabutomushi, fierce giant insect samurai out to smash towns and villages. The drawing is ink on brown paper. 

Day 11. The prompt today was alien. This person is named Ned. Ned is an actor. Aliens can be actors, too. 

Brown paper, ink. 

The eighth one. Today’s prompt was dullahan/headless horseman. I am not feeling particularly revolutionary with this one, but I am working on my brush painting, so there you go. I think this is just the standard Headless Horseman, out to ruin the evenings of camping teenagers and hikers out after sunset.

Brown paper. Ink. That’s how we’re rolling lately.