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videoreligion · 3 months
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Inauguration of the Pleasure Dome (1954)
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cgaubrey · 6 months
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All The Creatures Were Stirring
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When the Halloween Knight goes missing, misfit hearth witch, Merry Claus (yes, that Claus) must team up with their mercurial steed to find Hallow and save Halloween.
‘Twas the Night of All Hallows and through the Dark Wood All the Creatures Were Stirring as well that they should.
Merry Claus was born a frightening nearly eight weeks early, on what would have been Halloween night if Christmas Town had such. She was very like every other Claus in a hundred generations–face pleasingly round, moon-pale, red-cheeked, and dimpled—and she laughed twice before she ever once cried. Her hair was so wild and wispy that she always needed a cap, but it wasn’t the rainbow-white of new-fallen snow, it was the color of cobwebs and dreams of wood smoke. The shape of her eyes was the same as her father’s, wide and wondering, but they did not twinkle as a good Claus’s should. Instead, they gleamed darkly, deep as a scrying mirror.
In time, Merry grew as plump as her parents, with her father’s strong shoulders and her mother’s broad hands, and she was as ever stalwart, loving, and true. But it became quickly obvious to everyone that she would never be fully happy at the North Pole. The Winter Forest was too quiet. Faced with perpetual hibernation, most creatures had chosen a warmer clime, and Merry, who read every wildlife book she could find, loved every creature, great and small, beautiful and terrible. So much so that she was lonely for them. She tried making friends among the arctic creatures, but they were shy or more solitary even than she. And after the incident with the polar bear, her poor parents had no choice but to keep her close to home, which meant she had only the reindeer, and the chickens, and her mother’s two turtle doves.
None of whom wanted to abscond on fright-night adventures with the young cobweb-haired witch of Christmas Town.
Merry did her best to fit in, though that was never demanded of her. No Santa worth his snow, her father always said, would repeat the mistakes of Rudolph’s. Still, Merry didn’t mind wearing the family’s traditional red. It was as dramatic as any vampire cape and layered well with autumn plaids. And she shared her mother’s love of baking, of cinnamon and spice. No one ever complained that she added pumpkin to every recipe, or carved spooky silhouettes into her pie crusts.
When the elves baked Winter Solstice cookies, Merry iced the stars in orange, the moon in harvest yellow with black shadows flying before it: witches and bats, ravens and owls. The elves laughed good-naturedly, asked if she had gotten lost, but her parents would not let anyone correct her.
“That would imply,” said Father Christmas sternly, “that she had done anything wrong.”
But Merry would realize that she was different, even if different didn’t mean wrong. 
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revhighmage · 1 year
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Early in the morning the Wizard rises. Brewing his coffee and begining his research.
The new herbs he procured from the wilds have dried sufficiently and he begins to grind the leaves in his Mortar and Pestle.
Placing the ground concoction on a small metal plate, the Wizard lowers a glass bowl over the plate.
The fumes collect and travel along tubes to a small bag of sorts. The bag inflates but also shrinks at the same time, as smoke is poured into it.
The Wizard detaches the bag and breathes deeply as the sweet citrus smell rushes him, coating his world in its smell. He retreats from the bag to his chair, exhaling he begins to cough.
"Holy SHIT! That's a rather fine herb I've found. I must cultivate more for 'research purposes'."
His familiar, a reanimated dog with the mind of his childhood friend, stares at him with condemnation.
"Oh, don't look at me like that Frankie you judgemental prick. You used to smoke more than anyone." Said the Wizard, sneering at his familiar.
The Wizard rose and got his coffee then walked over to his desk and pulled a book from the shelf near the fireplace.
As it lazily floated towards him the Wizard sipped his coffee, "oooo, I needed that." He said as the book rested in front of him and turned to the page he was reading.
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and-corn · 6 months
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just like riding a bike
(part 3 of this comic)
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thestuffedalligator · 10 months
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The goblin looked at the orc. The orc looked at the goblin. They both looked down at the crumpled shape of the Overlord, His Unholy Majesty, in his obsidian armor.
His final spasms had been mesmerizingly acrobatic. The fall down the steps leading up to his iron throne had pretzelled his body quite impressively, both arms folded behind his back and one leg bent at a jaunty angle.
The goblin looked at the orc. The orc looked at the goblin.
"Shit," said the goblin.
"Shit," said the orc.
"We're likely to get blamed for this," the goblin said. She walked over to the head of the glittering mangled heap and started pulling the helmet off.
"It's not our fault," the orc said. "It's hard to help someone choking when they wear two-hundred pounds of spiked armor at all times."
"Yeah, well," the goblin grunted. The helmet came free, and the bald head of the Overlord bounced on the stone with a hollow, coconut noise. "You know how it is in this bloody country - thieves get their heads cut off so they can't think about thieving, and all that." She fished in the Overlord's mouth with a finger and pulled out the obstructing olive on the end of her claw.
She popped it into her mouth and chewed. "What do you reckon they do for a regicide?" she said.
"We should run," the orc said. She had started bouncing her leg. "I hear that there's some places in the Alliance where they just kill you and let you stay dead. That's got to be nicer than what'll happen if we stay here."
The goblin started to nod - and then her gaze fell on the helmet.
It looked like a pineapple designed by a deranged blacksmith. It was all thorns and spikes and hard edges, as though the maker had been very determined to not let pigeons roost on it. The only bits that weren't solid iron were eyeholes. Nobody had ever seen the Overlord's face.
She held up the helmet and squinted from it to the orc. One of the thorns had been bent badly in the fall.
Nobody had ever seen the Overlord's face...
"Right," she muttered. "Right. Could work - or."
The orc had a sudden vision of the immediate future. "No," she said.
"I mean you're about his height-"
"No."
"It would just be for a-"
"Absolutely not."
"Just hear me out," the goblin said. "Outside of this room are two-thousand men and orcs and goblins who are absolutely gonzo about this man, and there's a whole country of them outside of the castle, and at any moment someone's going to walk in that door and see one dead tit in black armor and two unbelievably dead idiots next to him.
"Or." She tossed the helmet up like a basketball to the orc, who fumbled and tried to find somewhere to hold it that wasn't a knife's edge. "We chuck him out the window now, walk out the door in the armor, and ditch the armor as soon as nobody sees us."
The orc had started bouncing her leg again. "They'll know something's up the second I walk out of the room."
"No worries," said the goblin. "Leave that to me."
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It had been a very strange year for the Empire.
Change had rolled across the land as slow and inevitable as a glacier. Roads and bridges carved the gray, blasted wildlands, and a number of social reforms had made the country a place where you could be miserable, yes, but miserable in comfort and safety, and that was an improvement.
Barely anyone got boiled alive in molten metal, and even if the disgusted sun never rose to light the Empire, at least you had a roof over your head to protect yourself from the acid rain.
"Your empire flourishes, Your Unholy Majesty," the magician said over her wine glass. She looked down from the tower's balcony over the gleaming stone battlements. Some work had been done to line the castle and surrounding city with sizzling, crackling alchemical lights at night. The whole thing glowed like something dangerously radioactive.
The suit of armor waved a languid, glittering gauntlet over to the goblin, who bowed.
"His Abominable Gloriousness Thanks You," the goblin recited. "The Prosperity Of His Empire Can Only Be Achieved Through The Prosperity Of His People."
"If I may be so bold, I am quite pleased that you had chosen to take my counsel under consideration," said the magician. "We have accomplished many things together."
Another wave. Another bow. "The Overlord, May His Presence Swallow The Sun And Stars, Thanks You As Well."
"It was quite gratifying to see you change your mind, after so many centuries of denial." The wine was swirled. "Tell me, what was it that finally gave you cause to listen to me?"
There was the slightest hesitation. The goblin's eyes flicked to the armor, then to the magician. She puffed out her chest. "Do you question the wisdom of His Austere Lugubriousness?" she asked.
The magician looked at the goblin. She looked at the armor. She tipped her head back and drank the wine too quickly.
She looked back at the armor. "I know you're the orc, you moron," she said.
The room went deathly still. An alchemical light fizzled.
The orc pulled off the helmet, sending long, untied hair down tangling, and said: "How could you possibly-"
"Because you're both idiots!" the magician said. The goblin jumped. The orc jumped with a noise like a dropped stove. "What kind of a plan was this?! If it wasn't for me, you would have been turned into fertilizer months ago."
She closed her eyes. She took a long, dramatic breath. She set the wine glass down on the balcony rail.
"How did the Overlord die?" she asked when she seemed like she had gotten a hold over herself.
"Choked on an olive," said the goblin.
"Threw his body out the window," said the orc.
"You don't have to mention the window," said the goblin.
"Right," said the orc. "Sorry."
The magician looked out over the city, hand curled thoughtfully under her nose. "Who knows about this?"
"Just us. And, uh. You. Apparently."
"And why did you accept my counsel?"
The orc blinked. "Sorry?"
"Why did you accept my counsel?" the magician repeated.
"Well," the orc said. "Well - you seemed like you had good ideas-"
"Great ideas!" the goblin said with an edge of desperation. "Don't know why the old bastard didn't listen to you!"
"Right - right," said the orc. "And when we figured we were stuck doing this - well, it just made sense, really."
The magician seemed to absorb this. She nodded. "All right," she said, striding between the two and grabbing the crystal decanter.
"Um," said the orc. "Sorry. What happens now?"
"What happens is that you two will continue to serve as Overlord," said the magician. "You will continue to take my counsel. We will continue to reform this bloody country, and gods willing, we will turn it into the crown jewel of the world by next Midwinter."
The orc looked at the goblin. The goblin looked at the orc.
"Really?" the goblin asked.
"Oh yes," said the magician. "I've worked hard to be counsel to the Overlord, and I have no reason to stop now. And besides-"
She looked the orc up and down with a deliberate slowness, poring over every microscopic detail, eyes tracing over every jagged line, and grinned like a panther.
"You look much better in the armor than he ever did," she said. Dark robes swirled like a becleavaged thundercloud, and she strode out through the high iron doors, decanter in hand.
The goblin looked at the orc. The orc looked at the goblin.
"Shit," said the goblin.
"Shit," said the orc.
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spicytartwrites · 3 months
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Surprise, I brought friends.
You show up at your dom’s house in your usual attire for a night of fun, but when you walk in you instantly know tonight is going to be much different than what you’re used to. All eyes are on you as you walk in to a room with three guys sitting like they’d been waiting for you. Your dom’s hand is on your lower back guiding you in gently.
“We’re having a little Barbeque, forgot to tell you.”
His tone is flat, giving nothing away but you know better. Feeling unsure of the situation you follow him to the kitchen and give him the *what the fuck* gaze as he nonchalantly chops veggies for the grill.
“I told a couple of my friends what a goddess you are when you’re on your knees and they wouldn’t believe that you were that good, so I told them to come see.”
His hand gently strokes your cheek and his thumb trails across your bottom lip and you suck it into your mouth knowing whatever his plans are you’ll go along with it.
"You're not gonna let me down, are you?"
Your thighs begin to tremble and you can feel the stickiness building beneath the slutty lingerie under your dress with anticipation. It wasn't planned, only ever joked about. As he fires up the grill you’re set to making sure everyone’s got drinks and that there is a steady supply of blunts in rotation. You can hardly eat, the nerves of the situation are causing you to squirm around on the couch while everyone else eats and watches the game on the tv.
After plates have been cleared up another round of drinks and blunts starts, you’re sitting next to your dom with your hand on his thigh and you realize that he is unzipping his zipper and pulling out his cock. Nobody seems to be paying attention and you look at him as he guides your eager mouth to his cock. You watch it begins to grow hard in anticipation of your lips and you can’t help but smile knowing how bad he wants to show you off.
“Go on goddess, do your thing.”
You look around and take a deep breath, slowly you wrap your lips round his cock and start to lick and suck the exact way you know he likes. It isn’t long till he’s moaning with his hands on your hair, you’ve moved from the couch to your favorite spot between his knees on the floor. You’re moaning watching his reaction as your talented mouth works his cock. You could cum watching his face while you worship him. His hand cups your chin and pulls your mouth off him and you continue to stroke his cock with your hand.
“You gonna show my guests a good time?”
You look around and realize two out of the three guys in the room have now also taken out their cocks and have been watching you worship your dom with your mouth. Shyly you crawl over to the couch where one of them is sitting and look up at him, slowly you lick his balls and up to the head of his cock taking him in your mouth.
“Holy fuck, her mouth really is magic.”
Listening to the praise and compliments the two guys are swapping, talking about how amazing your mouth is, makes you even more eager to please. You crawl over to the third guy and repeat the process watching as his eyes roll back when your tongue swirls around the throbbing head of his cock. You spend the next half hour crawling around on the floor between then tree men while his other friend sits back and watches. Every one of them praising you and your pretty little mouth. So eager to please, licking and sucking like each cock like the gift that it was.
At some point you feel your panties being pulled to the side, looking back you see your dom on his knees behind you watching you suck his friend’s cock with a proud grin. He slides his dick deep inside you making you gasp while his friend is in your throat, you feel him pounding into you deep and hard making you lose yourself as you almost instantly cum from the built up need. His best friend’s cock still hungrily pounding into your throat. He growls in your ear.
“I told you when I met you, I’d turn you into a little slut.”
You spend the rest of the night getting passed between the three men in varying combinations all while the guy in the corner watches. At one point each one of them takes a turn with you in the room one on one, your dom going last. He’s gentle at first, asking if you had fun, kissing and praising you. Telling you what a good girl you’ve been while he kisses and licks your sensitive pussy. Then to remind you who that pussy belongs to he fucks you out of your mind, hard and fast pounding in all positions. Tossing you around like you’re nothing he uses you exactly as he needs, his primal growls driving you feral. You claw at his skin, sink your teeth into his flesh, you cum wildly on his cock over and over again. You’re already a brainless mess from the last few hours of pure sexual debauchery, but by the time he’s close to finishing you’re face down in a puddle of drool and have no idea how long he’s been pounding into you. Pulling you onto your knees you greedily suck every last drop of your reward from his cock before he lets you rest.
You lay there on soaked sheets wondering how many sticky loads have coated you this evening, how many you’ve swallowed; your whole body is tingling, you lost count of the number of orgasms you had. As you’re drifting off you can hear the men in the hall talking about how amazing tonight was, their compliments about your performance floating through your head as you fall asleep.
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weirdlookindog · 2 months
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Les Hallucinations du baron de Münchhausen (1911)
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artalfons · 5 months
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Vincent is just vampire coded that all.
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brionbroadway · 6 months
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everybody say thanks zac
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videoreligion · 3 months
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Inauguration of the Pleasure Dome (1954)
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a-kind-of-merry-war · 19 days
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A guy doing marine research into phytoplankton is far out to sea and waiting for the samples to be ready when he spots a fast-moving ripple in the water up ahead.
Fully aware that this spot is home to a migratory orca pod, he assumes he's stumbled across an orca hunting a seal and settles against the railing to watch, because it's not every day you get to see that.
The ripples get closer, the shadows in the water more defined, the water choppier, and suddenly the orca and its unfortunate prey are zooming directly towards the boat and he's waiting, breath held, for them to duck right underneath--
When the water breaks, the ocean sprays, and he's suddenly smacked fully in the face by a very wet, very confused, and very pretty merman, throwing them both down onto the deck while the boat rocks as a confused and now quite hungry orca dives beneath it.
The merman, it turns out, thought that the boat was an ice float and didn't realise his mistake until it was too late. But he's very thankful for the impromptu rescue, and wow don't you have nice arms, and holy shit you've got legs, can I touch them? Is that weird? Can I touch them anyway? And your hair--
So of course they get to talking because they're both utterly fascinated with the other, and soon the sun has set and the samples are long-since ready and the moonlight is making the ocean look black and they part with the knowledge that they'll never meet again, and a kiss, and a lingering look over the shoulder for all the things that can't be...
And the researcher gets back to land, moors his boat, readies his samples. He packs up his things, shoves them into his bags, and prepares to go home. He steps onto the jetty boards and thinks of the merman and the solid wood beneath his feet seems to sway for more than one reason.
There's a splash. He turns, pulled as if by the tide, and there's a ripple in the water. A face. A pair of eyes made black by the moonlight.
And this is how the researcher acquires a merman boyfriend who helps him find samples and the merman acquires a human boyfriend who rescues him from whales.
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“I thought this city didn’t have any gods.”
The pigeon grinned a beak full of dog’s teeth. “Ha. They say there aren’t. They even kept most of them out for a while.”
“How did you make it?”
“By being smart. By hiding.”
She gave the one-legged, feral feathered thing a sideways look. “As a pigeon?”
“Sometimes,” said the pigeon. “Sometimes I’m graffiti on a wall. Sometimes I’m a coin dropped in a beggar’s hand. I am neon at night, the rain in the light. I am the song the busker sings. I listen to the prayers of those who come to the city with big dreams.”
“And in return?”
It grinned again. Steam rolled off its feathers, smelling of cigarettes. “I eat their despair.”
“That’s cruel.”
It moved its wings in something like a shrug. “That’s the big city for you.”
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twinstxrs · 7 days
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idk if this is accurate but i’ve felt like in previous seasons riz & gorgug have been one of the inter-bad kids dynamics we’ve seen the least of & this season has been so great in that aspect. gorgug having helped make some of riz’s magic gear. riz helping gorgug with his studies. the shared birthday party. gorgug’s gift to riz being something he himself made to protect riz. riz’s gift to gorgug being something he illegally grabbed to protect gorgug. gorgug who utilizes rage to put his body on the line for his friends & riz who will take deep levels of mental stress for his friends. even though it was within the context of a joke, riz calling gorgug an “absolute sweetie.” like yea they might not be in a band together or both part of a presidential campaign team or owlbears teammates, but they’d go to war for each other, because they’re best friends.
#riz gukgak#gorgug thistlespring#fantasy high#dimension 20#fantasy high junior year#fhjy#fhjy spoilers#these kids are all so self-sacrificing but i do think riz gorgug are the most clear (& juxtaposed) self-sacrificers#riz will mentally tear himself to pieces and get lost in cases and take on ungodly levels of stress for those he loves#gorgug will use himself as a human shield. he will take hit after hit if it means his friends are okay.#and they’d both do the other thing too. riz would let himself get hit for gorgug. gorgug would pull all nighters & take stress for riz.#even if mechanically they can’t or it wouldn’t make sense. they would if they could.#also#the starstruck barry mechanic of being a guard is so gorgug. it’s soooo gorgug like that’s literally him#anyways love this tall green guy & this short green guy so much#especially because gorgug is tall & considered intimidating but protective in a deeply kind way#while riz is short & underestimated but protective in a deeply vicious way (affectionate)#i hope this makes sense but i think riz is primarily ‘i would kill for you’ & gorgug is primarily ‘i would die for you’ maybe#this does not mean gorgug would not kill for riz or riz would not die for gorgug. they both would.#but those are the primary ways their love manifests due to the nature of their strengths/personalities. To Me#idk this is all just me saying stuff when i should be sleeping 😭#sorry if i missed a riz gorgug moment in the main post btw i’m tired
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guillotineman · 1 year
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chungle-up-vic · 2 months
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feel free to add on
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nvmaaradhya · 1 year
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romanticise your life, take pretty pictures, feel like the main character, light up a candle, read books, go for a walk, dance to your favourite music, buy yourself presents, do whatever you want, be happy - this is your life, don’t let anyone take it from you
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