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One thing I’ve really been thinking about is how horrific 20,000 Leagues is from Ned’s perspective. He’s a captive in the alien world he was once king of and his captor is a narcissistic genius with a death wish?!?!

Arnold Böcklin (Swiss, 1827-1901) - St. Anthony Preaching to the Fish (1892)

KING LINDWORM (FULL comic)

The shepherd’s daughter is newly wedded to a deadly Lindworm…

No more nightmares, best sleep of Harrys life

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I can’t plan out any story I write bc the whole story has to be revealed to me in a dream with the acts already unfolded in my mind.

Robert Watts

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I’ve collected quite a few vintage dragons – see what treasures they’re guarding!

two guys can't love each other..

This was supposed to be a focus stack, but my photos were very poorly aligned and uhh it made this instead. Definitely not a good specimen reference photo but it's kind of cool

Barn Owl by Gwen Harwood

Daybreak: the household slept.

I rose, blessed by the sun.

A horny fiend, I crept

out with my father's gun.

Let him dream of a child

obedient, angel-mind-

old no-sayer, robbed of power

by sleep. I knew my prize

who swooped home at this hour

with day-light riddled eyes

to his place on a high beam

in our old stables, to dream

light's useless time away.

I stood, holding my breath,

in urine-scented hay,

master of life and death,

a wisp-haired judge whose law

would punish beak and claw.

My first shot struck. He swayed,

ruined, beating his only

wing, as I watched, afraid

by the fallen gun, a lonely

child who believed death clean

and final, not this obscene

bundle of stuff that dropped,

and dribbled through the loose straw

tangling in bowels, and hopped

blindly closer. I saw

those eyes that did not see

mirror my cruelty

while the wrecked thing that could

not bear the light nor hide

hobbled in its own blood.

My father reached my side,

gave me the fallen gun.

'End what you have begun.'

I fired. The blank eyes shone

once into mine, and slept.

I leaned my head upon

my father's arm, and wept,

owl blind in early sun

for what I had begun.