#Frankenswine

[frankensteinical]

Forty Days of Frankenstein, Final Bits and Pieces: as we’re coming right up on the tail end of this year’s Frankenstein sequence, the prize for weirdest Frankenstein I found this October might just go to tonight’s image. You never do know where the Frankensteins will take you. To understand what we have here, you have to know that DC Comics has a set of “funny animal” superhero characters called *Captain Carrot and His Amazing Zoo-Crew*. Each of the characters is a sort of parody superhero, and in the titular comic the characters have both team adventures and solo stories. In Captain Carrot and His Amazing Zoo-Crew #17 (cover date, July, 1983), the porcine character Pig-Iron (whose super-strong, super-durable body is made of living steel) has a solo adventure titled “The House of Frankenswine” in which he visits the country of West Erminy (the comic specializes in animal puns) and encounters the Monster Frankenswine. This three-panel sequence (art by Rick Hoberg and Carol Lay) of the Monster being brought to life gives a good flavor of the story, penned by the venerable E. Nelson Bridwell. Note the Monster's Karloff/Pierce-influenced design, although in the "fuzzy vest" variant. Temple electrodes, too.

#frankenstein #captain carrot #pig-iron #Rick Hoberg #Carol Lay #Frankenswine #1983

[the-keeper-of-the-margarita]

pow pow - still from the arbor vitate video, thanks to @frankenswine

#my upload #photo #raymond watts #kmfdm #schaft #pig band #fuji maki #i can't look at these images for too long because it makes me feel emotions that don't have names

[pigs-in-art]

Ipswich Pigs Gone Wild 2016 - 39. Frankenswine by Karen Roe Via Flickr: Inspired by classic horror films, gothic literature and silly puns! With a bolt through his neck, a ripped black suit and a green tinge to his skin, Frankenswine looks just like the fictional character that inspired his design. Artist: Matt Reeve Sponsor: Pigs Gone Wild

#Matt Reeve #Ipswich Pigs Gone Wild #2016 #pigs in art

[wuxiaphoenix]

Worldbuilding: Spun From Glass

What’s the fiberglass of your story’s world?

Every plausible world has at least one; stuff that can be ugly and prickly and hazardous to handle without proper gear, yet just too useful not to keep around. Janet Kagan’s Mirabile has recessive genes as engineered genetic backup

as part of all Earth-import plants and animals from their colony ships’ storage banks. Meaning sometimes you get useful surprise fireflies from red daffodils, and sometimes you get biting cockroaches - or deadly Frankenswine. The Roman Empire had concrete.

Yes, concrete. It’s way older than most people think. And by incorporating volcanic ash, the Romans came up with a mix that would harden underwater. We didn’t figure out how to replicate that until fairly recently.

Your world should have things in it that are wonderful, awe-inspiring, and just plain pretty. But if you want it to feel realistic, it should also have things that are... eh. Useful, but not usually seen bare-naked in public unless there’s a major project in progress or something has gone interestingly kaboom. Like fiberglass.

Note, this is a detail to be used sparingly, and with careful attention to the tone you’re setting up. Bare fiberglass is okay if it’s part of a new building going up (things getting done! Improved on!) or if it’s blown to bits over the landscape by a bomb or tornado (oh no, horrible disaster - your heroes are going to do something about this!)

If it’s just... leaking out into view because the siding’s cracked and worn out, or people have prized off the building A/C for salvage, or there’s a hole in the roof nobody’s bothered to fix....

Then it’s a sign of decay, of humans gone feral, of society breaking down. This is treading the edge of Grimdark territory, people. Unless that’s what you’re actually aiming at, steer clear.

You can tell a lot about a society from how much of its nitty-gritty details you don’t see. Keep this in mind when you’re scene-setting. Also keep in mind what POV character you’re using to show readers the place. The hero who sees scattered fiberglass tufts and tenses, because Something Has Gone Wrong, gives an entirely different impression than the barefoot street urchin who just steps around it, as they have for as long as they can remember. And that’ll be different again from the construction worker picking up after a superhero/villain battle, c’mon guys, couldn’t you have waited until the roof was on and we all got paid...?

(Yeah yeah, empty warehouse site, no people, minimal collateral damage, sure. But my paycheck, man. The project’s gonna be over budget now and it’s not our fault!)

And if that’s bad, imagine the construction workers looking at the aftermath of Godzilla.

So when you’re building your world, spare some thoughts about what it’s built with. Your readers will appreciate it!

(BTW I highly recc’ Mirabile. Great setting, wonderful characters, and an excellent model if you’re trying to figure out how short stories should work. And you can’t beat the story hooks. “This year the Ribeiros’ daffodils seeded early, and they seeded cockroaches.” That line got me to outright buy the book when I was a VERY broke college student....)

#creative writing #worldbuilding #Mirabile #building

[planet-motherfucker]

Frankenswine was *right there*, yo.

[brain-depositary]

Most unrealistic thing about Frankenstein is that he didn’t do animal testing first. Sourcing human cadavers is totally unnecessary for his early experiments — pigs are used as human analogs and he wouldn’t have even had to find an oversize one as normal ones can get up to 700 lbs. Ingolstadt would have been devoured by a herd of 30-50 feral undead frankenswine before Victor could even get to human trials.

#frankenstein #victor frankenstein #30-50 feral hogs

[ducktracy]

VERY upset that porky isn’t actually called frankenswine

#I’VE BEEN LOOKING FOR THIS FOR YEARS #beany and cecil #clampett #vid

[deepseapotato]

Pigtor Frankenswine... and Frankenswine’s Monster

#frankenstein #cute pigs #art #digital art #deepseapotArt

[pjamesstuart]

I’ll say this; a stretch goal is Doctor Frankenswine.

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/greebo-games/necromals-eternal-lethargy

#greebo games #ttfix #kickstarter

[kosarteffects]

Cool shot of my “Boaris Frankenswine” with my demon pair “Smokey Joe and the Inferno,” and my “Count von Sterben” at Mask Fest a few years back... gotta get back there one day if projects allow! Thanks for sharing MaskFest! #Repost @maskfest ・・・ Work by @kosarteffects at @maskfest . Mask-Fest returns to Indianapolis (September 6-8) at the Indiana Convention Center - Link in bio! BE THERE! . . . . . . #maskfest #anthonykosar #spfx #latexmask #horror #horrorart #creaturedesign #maskcollection (at Horrorhound Weekend) https://www.instagram.com/p/BxQvZYvheAR/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=xcljgiiahsfv

#repost #maskfest #anthonykosar #spfx #latexmask #horror #horrorart #creaturedesign #maskcollection

[the-keeper-of-the-margarita]

More early 80s Hit Parade from under the bed back when me and Raymond both played Rickenbackers - from the hit parade instagram, thanks again to @frankenswine

#raymond watts #the hit parade #photo #pig band #my upload

[lairbrew]

Yesterday for Halloween/my birthday we did a one-shot where our characters were kid versions of themselves and it was a whole trick-or-treating AU thing! Gabe (birth name Kureni, she would actually be with her birth family in this) picked Frankenstein’s Monster (thematically) as an easy-to-do costume since she’s bright fucking neon green. Right down to the flashes-yellow sneakers!

... she was told not to but you know the second she could get away with it that it was time for Frankenswine. Sneakers went in to the painted pillow case candy bag so it lit up anytime she smacked someone with it.

#orc #wereboar #dungeons & dragons #Dungeons and Dragons #halloween

[kingjamesonfawkes]

[[Gimme his number babe, I’ll fuckin fight him.]] [[P.S. Every body is a good body, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.]]

Junkenstein was pacing across the floor of the lab, hands in his messy white hair, hunched over and nervously muttering to himself as he walked back and forth. His monsters sat curiously watching, Hayseed with his headcocked to the side, leaned on the Frankenswine, watching their master contemplate what he wanted to do. He had decided to tell you, now that the experiments had gone so well, now that he was gaining fear and respect in the town that once teased and ridiculed him. The Doctor sat at his desk, rummaging through papers and began to scribble out a letter, a draft of what he wanted to say to the object of his affections, the woman who had helped so much in the creation of his monsters, and the only one who kept him going past the Lord of Adlersbrunn’s constant belittling and torment, you.

He wrote hurriedly, messy, his illegible chicken scratch covering a sheet of paper before he would crumple it and throw it out, and start fresh with a new one. A pile of trash was starting to build on his laboratory desk among  the test tubes and beakers filled with glowing blue liquid, as he struggled to practice the words he wanted to say to you. He was never good at words, and he wanted these to be good enough to express what he felt about you. Distracted and engrossed in his work, a common state for the Doctor, he didn’t hear the lumbering walk of his Frankenswine, standing and leaving the laboratory, and the bumbling lurch of Hayseed, who followed curiously, both of them without a word.

You were in bed, curled up in your blankets, the fire roaring and crackling, contrasting the storm outside beating against the rickety window. You were reading a new journal that had been published on the reactions of chemicals in the brain, enthralled in the science that captivated you, and not thinking of much else, trying to absorb as much of the information as you could, to use in your personal research in the future.

The heavy rapping on your door gave you a fright and you jumped, almost losing your place in the journal as you did so. You looked at the door, wondering who would be knocking so late in the evening. You stood up, setting the book facedown on the bed, and slipped on your robe over your nightgown, feet touching softly on the cold stone floor of your chamber.

You crossed the room, and cautiously opened the heavy wooden door, peeking out to see a sight that would have frightened the average person; two monsters stood outside your door, though their visage was not unknown by you, you had helped the Doctor intimately in his creation of first the re-animated monster, and then the scarecrow. You smiled at them warily, not sure why they were at your door, and gave a small wave.

“Good evening, boys,” You said, leaning against the doorframe, “Somethin’ I can help you with?”

The Frankenswine gestured with a nod, and Hayseed grabbed you by the hand, “Come, Come” He said in his distorted voice.

You nodded, “Alright, let me--” get my slippers… You tried to say as they ushered you out of the room and down the dank corridors and stairways to the laboratory that belonged to Doctor Junkenstein, a couple doors down from your own laboratory. The thought of seeing him caused butterflies in your stomach, over your time working with the anxious and high strung doctor, you had managed to find yourself falling in love with him, and for the monsters to drag you down here at this time of night, in your bedclothes no less.

They came back into the laboratory, with you in tow, and you saw Jamison hunched over his desk, a pile of scrapped papers near him, a couple littering the floor, he didn’t look up from his papers. Hayseed let go of your hand and the Frankenswine nudged you towards the Doctor silently, as Hayseed let out a little chuckle.

You looked back at the nearly silent monster, with a questioning look, wondering why he brought you down here, but he nudged you towards the doctor again, this time with a point.

“Likes ya,” Hayseed said shortly, his voice simple, he nodded his smiling masked face as if in approval.

Does he mean that Doctor Jamison.. Fancies me? You wondered, feeling more nervous as you approached the Doctor at his desk.

You put a hand on his shoulder, “Doctor?” You said softly, a friendly tone in your voice, “Did you call for me?” Curiosity got the better of you and your eyes glanced to the papers he was writing on, you didn’t see a lot in the quick glance, but you recognized your name and a few keywords that told you he was trying to write out a confession.

When you touched him, he jumped, and pushed the papers away, trying to get them out of your line of sight.

He let out a short, panicked laugh, trying to cover the fact that you had scared him out of his concentration. He looked at you, his eyes darting over your robe and nightgown, before finding their way back to your face, “But I didn’ call for you, my dear” He said.

You furrowed your brow in confusion, “Oh but,” And you looked behind you at the monsters who stood watching the two of you, “They brought me down. I thought you needed me?”

He shot a glare at the monsters, Hayseed gave him a wave and let out a burst of mischievous laughter.

“Ah, well you see,” He said, nervously tapping his fingers along the desk, “Well this as good a time as any I suppose,” He paused for a moment, as if searching for the words to say to you, and your stomach fluttered and churned. He stood up and took your hand in his gloved hand.

“Well afta all the time we spen’ togetha here,” He said, gesturing to the lab around him, “Especially makin’ these two dipsticks,” with a point to the monsters, Frankenswine growled out a low grunt at the insult, and Hayseed nervously laughed, “I guess somewhere ‘long the way, I sort of,” he paused, before blurting it out all at once, “Fell in love with you.”

You put your free hand over your face, suddenly feeling warm and flushed, heart soaring as you knew he returned your feelings, “I could say the same, Jamison,” you spoke softly, beaming at him.

His face, covered in nervous worry before, broke out into a smile, “Really!? Neva woulda guessed I’d be so lucky.” He said, and pulled you into him in a deep embrace.

Behind the two of you Hayseed clapped dramatically, delighted by the turn out, and Frankenswine let out a satisfied grunt and a nod.

#junkrat x reader #junkrat #reader #female reader #junkenstein!junkrat #hayseed!junkrat #junkensteins monster!roadhog #sfw #confessions #i got kind of carried away because i really love junkenstein im so sorry....

[johnnytoons]

Sketchbook Work: Filthy Frankenswine

#cartoon #cartoonist #comics #comix #comicbooks #draw #drawing #ink #pen #illustration #illustrator #johnnytoons #inktober #inktober2017 #halloween #monster #frankenstein #silly #funny #humor #humorous #sketch #sketchbook #weirdo #lowbrow #artist #punk #heavymetal #art #imagination

[ducktracy]

i gotta know where you heard dfe/hendricks reaching out to clampett. that would be SO WEIRD. i wonder if he would've adapted to the harder-hitting sexual and satirical humor of the 60s (we know dfe and hendricks didn't, outside of norman normal) ...ive only seen one ep of beany and cecil (the disneyland parody) and i loved it. almost feels like a slightly more mature clampett after his baby years at wb. slightly. (he put a pretty raunchy gag in one of his tv pilots, so little changed!)

I FORGET WHERE EXACTLY I HEARD IT... i tried looking it up and one of the only sources i got (i didn't dig too deeply admittedly) was from "terribletvshows.org" SO TAKE FROM THAT WHAT YOU WILL but i guess if anything it proves i didn't make it up

(tiny tiny text sorry) "Originally, Bob Clampett was asked to direct cartoons for the Warner Bros.-Seven Arts studio. After he refused, Alex Lovy (who previously worked at Walter Lantz Productions and Hanna-Barbera) was brought in instead."

YOU'RE SO RIGHT I DEFINITELY WONDER... there was one Beany and Cecil cartoon that had a LOT of risque jokes in it such as Captain Huffenpuff looking at a "Playboy Oh Boy Oh Boy Oh Boy Oh Boy [etc]" magazine and a PINUP... so i'm sure that probably would have carried into the LT shorts as well LOL

THE DISNEYLAND EPISODE IS REALLY GOOD!! I LOVED THAT ONE TOO, i definitely have to check out more...

and you can't go wrong with a Bugs and Porky--I MEAN, """Harecules Hare""" and """Frankenswine""" reference. LOTSA WORDPLAY AND PUNS but it's very hard to get mad at!

"slightly" IS RIGHT LOL it does seem like he's calmed down a lot but still packs plenty of punch. but if Clampett DID come we wouldn't have the fantastic ending to the short that is Feud With a Dude...

#famulator

[torrilin]

“The carcass was our wild sow---and I had no doubt she'd been the mother of the caged frankenswine behind us. She'd attacked the humans, not the cage. That made her altogether too bright.

And I really didn't like the looks of the wounds I found on her body. The first shot had taken her full in the face---and hadn't penetrated the skull. The second, at the shoulders, hadn't gotten through the thick hide.

Elly's shot had been the one that took her down, all right. She'd gotten it in the spine, from above. That had penetrated. So had the shot to the throat.

I took out my knife and started probing for places you could shoot it successfully. There weren't enough of them. The heart was low and behind the leg, which made it a tough shot when the thing was charging you face on.”

Excerpt From Mirabile by Janet Kagan