Artists Amy L. Rawson and Brian East (previously featured here) have returned with an all new awesome and eldritch Santa Cthulhu creation. We’ve loved the previous incarnations, but this year they’ve outdone themselves my painstakingly crafting an 11” tall needle felted Santa Cthulhu who rides in a gorgeous Oct-Sleigh that’s pulled by the dreaded Shoggoth. Santa Cthulhu travels with a fishnet sack overflowing with writhing tentacular gifts.
Amy and Brian’s Needle Felted Santa Cthulhu with Shoggoth and Octi-Sleigh is a one-of-a-kind creation and is currently available to purchase via Amy’s Etsy shop.
Click here for more photos and details. Cthulhu fhtagn.
[via Amy L. Rawson]
WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE?!??!??!
It’s quicksand. Quicksand is much thicker than water, which is why things sink so slowly. By that same logic, one can walk on its surface if you go fast enough and with little enough pressure, like skipping a stone on water.
THAT IS FANTASTIC
Non-Newtonian fluids, everyone.
As a child I believed that quicksand was going to be a much bigger problem in my life than it has turned out to be. Little did I know I could defeat it by simply waddling like a penguin.
Same here! The 80s gave me unrealistic expectations on how much quicksand I would encounter in my life.
This happens on our beach sometimes. I never knew it was quicksand, though. As kids we thought it was the fun kinda mud. And the “lose your boots” stuff. We’d dig our feet into it and then try to get out again. It wasn’t very deep, so it wasn’t like we were in any danger. I think up to our shins was the deepest we ever got stuck. And clearly we always got out again, even if Dad had to come down and help (mocking us the whole time).
Y’know, I like to think that I write just for myself and that I’m not doing it for glory or recognition and for the most part that’s true… but part of the fun of writing- for me, at least- is to share my enjoyment of something with other people. Whether it’s a silly scene or insight into a character or even something heartwrenching, it’s just fun to know that I can make someone else feel the same things I’m feeling. But then I post a story and… nothing happens. No “likes”, no reblogs, no comments, no way of knowing if anyone has even read what I wrote. Suddenly “I’m only writing for myself” starts to take on a very literal vibe. It isn’t a very good feeling. It makes me feel like a failure. Is my stuff really so boring that no one can even be bothered to click the like button? Is there something wrong with my characterization? My plotting? I know I’m not writing Shakespeare, here (or Twilight), but I thought I was pretty good at this wordy thing. But four, five, six stories later sinking out of sight with absolutely no acknowledgement at all and I’m beginning to rethink that.
RPs are in a similar boat. I have one character who gets attention. One was so painfully unpopular that I abandoned her rather than go through day after day of drabbles and starters going unremarked. Technically my third character is in the same boat, and she’s the one who’s currently making me feel like shit. Oh, there are a couple of people who say they like her, but when it comes to interacting with her they keep promising to start something “soon.” I know better than to believe that. I think maybe I’ll just finish off my current RP with the one person who actually replies to me and then I’ll let the character fade out. I’m the only one who cares about her, so why bother? It’s depressing to keep writing stuff and writing stuff and putting effort into trying to make her and her stories interesting only to be ignored again and again. And it makes me not want to RP the one character who does have people ready to play with her.
Ah well. I guess I’ll go play games instead.