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Monster, Creature and Horror Illustration by CinemamindDavid (@CinemamindDavid) Send a request while they're still accepting!

In the spirit of Friday the 13th🩸 and Valentine's Day💖, which of you monsterf*ckers is brave enough to commission me for a nsfw piece?💜

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OOOH, Samurai! That's a good one!

Personally, partial to part 7 Jason.

The chains, the exposed back 🫦

Which version?

The clasp is based on this kissing drawing

Something has changed. The head is slightly above the sea floor compared to our last expedition dive.

It is amazing to think that there seems to be nothing but a little water between us and God.

Log 9

-8/6/1854 Nobody dares to go above deck. I can hear (illegible) The captain is (The next two paragraphs are illegible) We realized too late that the beast makes its way on board in the middle of the night. It has gotten bolder the more victims it claims. I do not want to see it, but I can feel its agonizing body mass. A writhing squirm that can be heard all around us. [The following 2 pages are too damaged to read]

Log 8

-8/5/1854 Isaiah died this morning. Four crew men have been afflicted with the same blindness and two more on deck have seemingly deserted. The rest of the emigrant crew and I are doing our best in taking care of those impaired. We're all so scared and exhausted. My health has worsened, I can barely make my way around the corridors. The captain is charting our course to land on the nearest shore. Although I worry that he may have only announced this to calm our nerves. We are too far away from everything.

Log 7

-8/3/1854 Isaiah was found screaming on the upper deck, stricken by some sort of blindness. The doctor managed to (illegible) His grandfather is devastated. When I sat by Isaiah's side, he was able to describe to me the last thing he witnessed. He had glimpsed something in the water that he presumed was a (illegible) when inspecting it closer, he could see that it was a large pale head peeking from the water. The moment he met its gaze (illegible) His eyes are a milky white film. How could simply locking eyes with any creature on this Earth cause such a powerful level of blindness? I dare not look through the port holes. I must warn the captain.

Log 6

-7/31/1854 Could not write yesterday. It rained all day - did not get on deck at all. Through the portholes I could sense the presence of something large staring back at me but could not see anything through the pitch black sea. The sea sickness and cramped spaces of the lower decks have worsened my health and cause me to have morbid imaginings. Hopefully by tomorrow I will be above deck again to take in some much needed fresh air and sun. At least I have my duties.

Log 5

-7/29/1854 A public auction was held on board following the disappearance of our poor Jacob. It is assumed that he might have gone overboard during the night. He took no provisions with him and all of the life boats are accounted for. There were no signs of anything amiss prior to his vanishing. It is an old custom at sea that when any body dies on board or deserts the ship, all of their possessions are sold by auction to the highest bidder. The captain accounts for the proceeds of the sale to the lawful inheritors at Liverpool. Jacob had no relatives accompany him to New York. I took Jacob's violin. I am fairly decent at it and the music does good for morale at nights, when the only company we look forward to sharing is with the rats. I am not as good as Jacob was.

Log 4

-7/27/1854 misty and humid. Jacob regaled to me the time that he spotted a mermaid on this very vessel three days ago. Such superstitious fancies are reserved for tots. Though, I had never seen a whale before Sunday and I admit to the sense of newfound awe in witnessing a previously imagined animal for the first time... Fancies reserved for tots. He should stick to expressing his creative musings through his violin. To his credit, his mer-folk tales did amuse some of the younger emigrant children, so my point stands. [The following page is too damaged to read]

Log 3

-7/23/1854 Sunny with a relaxing breeze. A pod of humpback whales were visible on the western side of the ship, which I managed to see through the portholes. Such beautiful creatures to grace all of God's creation! I am enamored by all manner of sea life and find them utterly fascinating. The captain told (illegible) [The following 3 pages are too damaged to read]

Log 2

-7/22/1854 Clear skies. Today is my 21st birthday. Per the occasion, I was generously given a piece of ship's biscuit by Jacob, one of my cabin mates. I have yet to find my appetite, so I gave my share to Isaiah. Spent most of the morning meeting many a pleasant acquaintance on board the Seriphus. We are all looking forward to reaching New York in the next thirty days. Perhaps even sooner, weather permitting.

Log 1

(an image of waterlogged journals inside a wooden chest). We brought back a chest containing cabin logs from a man named Samuel Wyeth. Some of the pages are damaged, but we are able to restore 9 entries that could give us valuable insight into how the crew managed to carry a 30ft statue onto the Seriphus.

We brought back a chest containing cabin logs from a man named Samuel Wyeth. Some of the pages are damaged, but we are able to restore 9 entries that could give us valuable insight into how the crew managed to carry a 30ft statue onto the Seriphus.

(A visual diagram of the statue's height in comparison to a human.) Using ground penetrating radar, we are able to confirm that the stone head is not just a head, but is attached to a body buried deep underneath the sand. It must weigh at least 1,000 tons!

Using ground penetrating radar, we are able to confirm that the stone head is not just a head, but is attached to a body buried deep underneath the sand. It must weigh at least 1,000 tons!

When observing the surrounding sea life, we noticed something peculiar. Everything with ocular vision has been impaired by some sort of blindness. None of the sea life outside of the ship has any of these symptoms. We will have to study this in future dives.

On our first dive, we made a monumental discovery inside the Seriphus.

A large stone sculpture of a human head is partially buried below the sea floor. At this time, we cannot determine who built it, for what purpose, or how it managed to get on board.

Emigrants on board this ship would have been in tight cabins for the 30 day duration of traveling from Liverpool to New York.

The Seriphus was a packet ship that disappeared in the Summer of 1854. We discovered it 5,000 meters below a trench in the North Atlantic Ocean, amazingly intact.

Independent deep-sea submersible expedition of the Hollander and Lucille (Dive 2).

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