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If You Go Into The Woods Today...
- Thread starter Yupar
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Now the Squirrel and myself each have a small story to tell 
, an interpretation of the scene above.
Expect some strangeness to accompany a picture like this!
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It is done.
The mystical wedding is complete.
This was needed, to perform the Great Working, to further our cause. The Father, the Son, the Virgin Bride, the Husband, the Rejected, the Lovers, the Watchers.
All came together, freely and with serious intent. Each gave of themselves freely, for our cause. Each played their part.
The Virgin was wed, was deflowered, a virgin no more. She takes the seed of the Husband inside herself, his offering and hers joined in the vessel of her body.
The Watchers take her, nail her her young and perfect body to the cross, she is raised as a living sacrifice, her life and vitality drains bit by bit before our eyes.
The Rejected precedes her, he is the symbolic self sacrifice, the hemlock works through him, he writhes on the ground, death takes him long before the Bride.
The Husband, his potency proven, displays his manhood to his sacrificed bride.
The Father watches, his children have done well.
The Lovers pleasure each other, a different wedding, a different offering. They take little interest in the Bride's body.
The Son prays before the altar. She was his sister, his lover, his other half. He offers his sorrow to the Great Old One, whose image adorns the stone.
The Bride looks down on it all, in her agony. She offered herself freely, a virgin sacrifice. The Husband was harsh on her, her body still hurts, her sex aches from his work. Now she goes to her death, her destiny, as a complete woman. She is willing, and yet . . . this is not what she expected. Blood and pain. If this were not such an honour, to be the Bride sacrifice, this would be an ordeal of degradation, her body stripped and abused. She hurts, and yet new powerful feelings stir within her. Is it the touch of the Old One?
Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn.
R'lyeh shall rise again.
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, an interpretation of the scene above.Expect some strangeness to accompany a picture like this!
******************
It is done.
The mystical wedding is complete.
This was needed, to perform the Great Working, to further our cause. The Father, the Son, the Virgin Bride, the Husband, the Rejected, the Lovers, the Watchers.
All came together, freely and with serious intent. Each gave of themselves freely, for our cause. Each played their part.
The Virgin was wed, was deflowered, a virgin no more. She takes the seed of the Husband inside herself, his offering and hers joined in the vessel of her body.
The Watchers take her, nail her her young and perfect body to the cross, she is raised as a living sacrifice, her life and vitality drains bit by bit before our eyes.
The Rejected precedes her, he is the symbolic self sacrifice, the hemlock works through him, he writhes on the ground, death takes him long before the Bride.
The Husband, his potency proven, displays his manhood to his sacrificed bride.
The Father watches, his children have done well.
The Lovers pleasure each other, a different wedding, a different offering. They take little interest in the Bride's body.
The Son prays before the altar. She was his sister, his lover, his other half. He offers his sorrow to the Great Old One, whose image adorns the stone.
The Bride looks down on it all, in her agony. She offered herself freely, a virgin sacrifice. The Husband was harsh on her, her body still hurts, her sex aches from his work. Now she goes to her death, her destiny, as a complete woman. She is willing, and yet . . . this is not what she expected. Blood and pain. If this were not such an honour, to be the Bride sacrifice, this would be an ordeal of degradation, her body stripped and abused. She hurts, and yet new powerful feelings stir within her. Is it the touch of the Old One?
Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn.
R'lyeh shall rise again.
.
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Great Manip!
RacingRodent
Consul
A bit more traditional
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The worship of Mithras was a sacred and secret rite closed to men without invitation and most definitely forbidden to women. The foolish girl had snuck in to watch the ceremonies. When she was discovered she was offered the choice, a quick death by the knife or a chance of flight but the torment of the cross awaiting her if she was caught.
She had run but not fast enough. The men had caught her and held her down and raped her and then raped her again before scourging and pinning her to the wood. Now they took their ease save for the pair who had all along seemed more interested in each other than the choice free cunny quivering on her tree of agony.
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The worship of Mithras was a sacred and secret rite closed to men without invitation and most definitely forbidden to women. The foolish girl had snuck in to watch the ceremonies. When she was discovered she was offered the choice, a quick death by the knife or a chance of flight but the torment of the cross awaiting her if she was caught.
She had run but not fast enough. The men had caught her and held her down and raped her and then raped her again before scourging and pinning her to the wood. Now they took their ease save for the pair who had all along seemed more interested in each other than the choice free cunny quivering on her tree of agony.
SeD
Senator
Oh! Another fan of LovecraftNow the Squirrel and myself each have a small story to tell
Expect some strangeness to accompany a picture like this!
Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn.
R'lyeh shall rise again.
.
Yupar
Regina Iudaeorum
Now the Squirrel and myself each have a small story to tell
Expect some strangeness to accompany a picture like this!
******************
It is done.
The mystical wedding is complete.
This was needed, to perform the Great Working, to further our cause. The Father, the Son, the Virgin Bride, the Husband, the Rejected, the Lovers, the Watchers.
All came together, freely and with serious intent. Each gave of themselves freely, for our cause. Each played their part.
The Virgin was wed, was deflowered, a virgin no more. She takes the seed of the Husband inside herself, his offering and hers joined in the vessel of her body.
The Watchers take her, nail her her young and perfect body to the cross, she is raised as a living sacrifice, her life and vitality drains bit by bit before our eyes.
The Rejected precedes her, he is the symbolic self sacrifice, the hemlock works through him, he writhes on the ground, death takes him long before the Bride.
The Husband, his potency proven, displays his manhood to his sacrificed bride.
The Father watches, his children have done well.
The Lovers pleasure each other, a different wedding, a different offering. They take little interest in the Bride's body.
The Son prays before the altar. She was his sister, his lover, his other half. He offers his sorrow to the Great Old One, whose image adorns the stone.
The Bride looks down on it all, in her agony. She offered herself freely, a virgin sacrifice. The Husband was harsh on her, her body still hurts, her sex aches from his work. Now she goes to her death, her destiny, as a complete woman. She is willing, and yet . . . this is not what she expected. Blood and pain. If this were not such an honour, to be the Bride sacrifice, this would be an ordeal of degradation, her body stripped and abused. She hurts, and yet new powerful feelings stir within her. Is it the touch of the Old One?
Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn.
R'lyeh shall rise again.
.
A bit more traditional
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The worship of Mithras was a sacred and secret rite closed to men without invitation and most definitely forbidden to women. The foolish girl had snuck in to watch the ceremonies. When she was discovered she was offered the choice, a quick death by the knife or a chance of flight but the torment of the cross awaiting her if she was caught.
She had run but not fast enough. The men had caught her and held her down and raped her and then raped her again before scourging and pinning her to the wood. Now they took their ease save for the pair who had all along seemed more interested in each other than the choice free cunny quivering on her tree of agony.
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Thanks Madiosi
Oh! Another fan of Lovecraft
Celticvirgin
Tribune
Just amazing. xxx
T
The Fallen Angel
Guest
We'll have some of whatever Yupar is on!
Lovely work, as always, Yupar.