My family knows me too well. One brother got me a trepanning drill (and a how-to guide) and the other got me a mounted Japanese giant hornet for my birthday.
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My family knows me too well. One brother got me a trepanning drill (and a how-to guide) and the other got me a mounted Japanese giant hornet for my birthday.
Sometimes I think I’m becoming too reclusive. Then I go to public places and interact with people to remind myself I’m not reclusive enough.
The Machine stood in the clearing long before the parish grew up around it with their own lore. The Machine towered ominous, its freshest occupant still squirming when native guides lead trappers past it in the unmapped wilds of the “New World.” The Machine was there when Norsemen landed beneath its shadow, hungry and thrumming with promise. And, for all anyone knew, the Machine had been there when New England kissed the shores of Morocco.
I’m sure I’m going somewhere with this…
I liked the Witch. And not just because there was a cute freckled boy in it ;) I had the theater to myself, which is probably best.
Its a horror movie, its full of dread and uncertainty and growing unease. Its an art house film, it was bought up at Sundance. I thought the trailers for it sold it as well as a different kind of horror.
Every else seems to be expecting Friday the 13th but with puritans instead of camp councilors.
I kind of want to draw Black Philip now… And by that I mean Wahab Chaudhry.
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Like a human popsicle? Cockicle.
It sounds like something you’d leave propped outside your cave lair if you were some kind of dire monster to scare off the local peasants.
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This ended up being in my “secret” version. Which didn’t turn out as awesome as I’d hoped.
Ultimately this pic took too long and I lost a lot of steam along the way.
Every spring when the snow from the final winter storm has melted, all of the fit youths of the village gather for the lottery to see who will be affixed to the Machine in the town square.
I may have been influenced by the Witch on this one. Small secluded 1700′s New England community with a strange/deranged yearly fertility ritual.
I have the best boyfriend in the world. He’s comfy and quiet. Soft and pliable. We never argue. He’s always there when I get home and always happy to see me - a slack jawed smile on his cherubic face. He’ll never leave me, I’ve made certain of that.
/rambles about the picture
/rambles about the story
/wanders off to watch The VVitch
New Perturbator single out. This is my best birthday this year.