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just fucking with some dinosaurs. some raw forces of nature
I need everyone to know that the ship Götheborg, the world's largest ocean-going wooden sailing ship, answered a distress call the other day.
Imagine waiting for the coast guard or whatever to show up and instead a replica of 18th century merchant ship pulls up and tows you to the coast.
You are an ancient Demon who has been bound to a tree. Centuries has past and the tree has been cut down into a rocking horse for a human infant. The child’s love for you has reached even your ancient heart.
Pleiostinau was once the most feared demon in all the land. It took the combined efforts of the most noble-hearted warriors, several wizards and witches to finally seal the demon inside an oak tree deep in the forest.
The enchantment could not stop Pleiostinau from continuing his dark arts, though. It merely contained his reach. The trees around Pleiostinau’s prison all rotted and died. Anyone who came upon his dark clearing soon fell ill or came to a violent end. Soon, rumors of the evil in the forest prevented anyone from venturing too far in.
Centuries passed and rumors turned into stories. Stories turned into old wives’ tales and eventually the human world forgot about Pleiostinau. The human towns and settlements grew and the forest shrank.
“What do you reckon happened here?” asked one of the loggers who came across Pleiostinau’s clearing.
“Tree rot, most likely,” replied his co-worker. “That tree in the middle is probably a good ‘un if it survived.”
Pleiostinau was itching for carnage. It had been decades since a living creature dared approach his prison. But Pleiostinau was smart and knew that if he killed the loggers, they would be his last victims.
Pleiostinau bided his time. He allowed cuttings to be taken to laboratories and greenhouses. The humans studied his branches, trying to figure out how this tree survived amongst the rot that surrounded it. Pleiostinau used the cuttings to explore the New World. When the scientists left, Pleiostinau extended his leafy tendrils to use their computers.
The tree cuttings were studied and ripped apart faster than Pleiostinau could grow them. It seemed that a part of his curse meant that Pleiostinau could only thrive in the soil of his original prison.
The research stopped. Pleiostinau’s tree was cut down. He hoped to become part of a house where he could drive the occupants mad. Pleiostinau’s prison ended up primarily as firewood. He felt his power shrinking each time the wood was burned. He tried to spread beyond fireplaces but modern man had invented extinguishers.
The lumber from Pleiostinau’s prison was recalled and labeled as unfit for firewood. Pleiostinau sat in the clearance section of a hardware store considering his options. He was no longer in the forest but he was now in pieces.
One day, a young man purchased all the remaining lumber from Pleiostinau’s tree. He spoke to the wood, telling it how the young man was going to be a father. Pleiostinau felt his excitement grow. As a crib, he could corrupt the child and maybe even possess it. In order to do that, Pleiostinau would have to resist the urge to create chaos between the young man and his wife.
Each night, the young man would come into his shed to work on his gift. He treated and sanded the wood, imbuing it with the love he had for his wife and future child. Pleiostinau was pulled into complacency, telling himself that he was just biding his time.
The work began to take shape. It was to be a rocking horse, not a crib. Pleiostinau felt disappointed until he saw the cradle being carved. The young man planned to attach a cradle to soothe their baby until it grew strong enough to sit on its own.
The young man finished smoothing and varnishing the rocking horse. He brought it into the child’s room and surprised his pregnant wife. She was filled with joy. Her touch shocked Pleiostinau. He had never met someone with such a pure heart.
The child was born and Pleiostinau began his work. He began speaking to the child, infusing its mind with memories of the forest. Somehow, the child brought light to every dark lesson.
Pleiostinau welcomed the challenge. He had not met an apprentice worthy of his time until now. Pleiostinau cast spells of protection over the house and its inhabitants. After all, he did not want his efforts to go to waste.
The child grew stronger. It began to walk and speak earlier than most. Pleiostinau was proud of the hand he played in raising the child.
The rocking horse was the child’s favorite toy. After each outing, the child would race to their room to tell the horse about their adventures outside. On sunny days, the child dragged the rocking horse into the yard and they went on adventures together.
The Parents took great care of the rocking horse. The Father oiled the wood and fixed loose screws while telling the child stories. The Mother cleaned the horse and found herself talking to it when no one else was around. She painted the name “Pleiostinau” on the base of the rocking horse. A strange name, but her child insisted that was what the horse was called.
Pleiostinau continued to teach the child magic. The child was a fast learner. As their lessons progressed, Pleiostinau found himself leaning away from the dark arts. He told himself that it was because the child needed to learn the basics first, but even Pleiostinau had doubts. The child was nearing school age and Pleiostinau had not once tried to possess it.
The child grew too large for the rocking horse. Pleiostinau knew he had missed his chance. But instead of regret, Pleiostinau felt relieved. He would continue to watch over the child until his wood rotted away. It seemed like a fitting end.
With that thought, the rocking chair shattered and Pleiostinau was released from his prison. He rose up, unsure of what to do now. The child entered the room as Pleiostinau pondered.
“You’re free.”
“It appears so.”
“Mum made stroganoff.” The child extended their hand. “Come, brother.”
Pleiostinau took the child’s hand. As they passed a mirror, Pleiostinau saw that he had been reborn into a child’s body. He understood then that he was being given a second chance. Pleiostinau knew he wouldn’t waste it this time around.

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i’ve watched this like 8 times in a row
Me and my dog post-apocalypse after we find a broken crate of canned peaches washed up on the beach
This reminds me of the "Loving Reaper" comics mixed with Sir Terry Pratchett's books and that's absolutely great.
"Don't fear the Reaper" unless you're Puss in Boots
The scientist is aggressive.
my little pony circuit board etchings, two of which have been to space. (2012-2015)

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rip twitter lol time to actually start posting here

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Here’‘s some picture I took in Second Life. Got of a lot of them.
It’s been awhile, I hope everyone is doing well.