It’s Christmas Day!! It’s time to reflect on the true meaning of Christmas. It’s the thing that I think we forget due to its commercialization:
CHRISTMAS . IS . HAUNTED
And with that, I bring you another round of cursed Victorian Christmas cards! 🎄
As mentioned in the previous thread, food coming to life was a common issue. The disposition of your dinner could vary greatly. Sometimes it was jolly and just wanted to dance and spread holiday cheer!
But more often than not, it wanted revenge. This last card shows one particularly brave slab of meat(?) being nighted after defeating a family of fifteen! Animals were known to join & fight on the side of Christmas dinner, knowing they could be the next dinner if they didn’t act.
Everything seemed to come to life around this time of year. Even the land itself.
Do you hear that rustling? Did you think you saw something moving out of the corner of your eye?
You’re not imagining things. Your Christmas ornaments are sentient. They’ve been watching.
Speaking of watching, we need to talk about Santa.
“He sees you when you're sleeping
He knows when you're awake
He knows if you've been bad or good
So be good for goodness sake”
That sounds like a threat…
(It is)
We’ve let our guards down in more recent years, but in the late 1800’s, wanting their freedom to cry and pout as they do wished, people fought back against the tyranny of old St. Nick.
This led to a few unfortunate cases of elder abuse due to mistaken identity.
It was a time of havoc and chaos. People dumping their chamber pots out on unsuspecting carolers, illegal hog races, and of course let’s not forget the great black ant vs red ant war of 1893. So many lives lost…
And the clowns. So many clowns. Too many clowns.
Pigs resorted to idol worship to pray for their safety, while moths tried their hands at witchcraft. Lobsters were seen walking in miles long processions. No one knew to where or exactly why, but I’ll tell you this, lobster was never a main course at Christmas dinner after that.
Frogs thrived off the chaos. It was truly an amphibian Renaissance. Many of the Christmas carols we sing today were written by frogs of the late 1800’s.
If you thought you were at least safe from your presents, you were sorely mistaken. Anything touched by Christmas cheer would inevitably spring to life.
On the occasions that sentient toys became malevolent, the best course of action was to abandon them in the woods where they would freeze. They can’t hurt you if they can’t catch you, and they can’t catch you if they’re frozen.
Odd things happened out in those woods. You see, that’s what happens as Christmas cheer spreads. The madness spreads too.
Little known fact: when too much Christmas cheer gets into the soil, flowers begin growing with human features.
This? We don’t talk about this…
A lot happened back then that we choose not to talk about today. It’s better that way.
And with that I wish you all a merry christmas everyone. Have some more dead birds.
So many dead birds.
So so many…
P.S. if you ever see a sign like this, it’s a trap. It’s always a trap.
Of course you *think* you can do it, but that doesn’t mean it’s going to end well…
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I’m cropping these for privacy reasons/because I’m not trying to call out any one individual. These are all Lensa portraits where the mangled remains of an artist’s signature is still visible. That’s the remains of the signature of one of the multiple artists it stole from.
These are all from posts from friends on my timeline. It didn’t take much searching to find portraits with signature fragments. Most people’s sets have at least one.
You’re sad art has to be about money? It’s a fucking job.
Just say what you’re thinking. You don’t value and don’t want to pay artists. You don’t want to see it like any other good or service, becaue you want it for free, or at a price that doesn’t provide a livable wage.
I’m sick of these bullshit bad faith arguments by people outside of the industry. You’re anti-worker but you don’t want to admit it because you like an app that feeds your vanity.
You got a loaf of bread for free, or at an absurdly low price, and farmers keeps telling you that baker stole everything they used to make the bread from other farmers, and you’re making excuses for why that’s okay.
Gals and ghouls, it is finally time for unhinged Victorian greeting cards, Halloween edition.
As usual, we start with highlights.
Vengeful jack-o-lanterns
GOURD CAR.
A produce caravan
A pumpkin man contemplating cannibalism and mortality
Now as you may know, Halloween has roots in the ancient Gaelic festival of Samhain. It marks the end of the harvest season, & is thought to be when the when the boundary between this world and the otherworld thinned, allowing the spirits of forgotten produce to re-enter our world
Every jack-o-lantern left to rot, every vegetable that went bad before you had a chance to eat it—this is the time of year when their souls walk the earth again.
Alright my darlings, it’s time.
Time for this next installment of Unhinged Victorian Greeting Cards: VALENTINE’S DAY EDITION. ❤️
Let’s start with some tamer ones.
Previously featured fish and leek
Cannibal cottage
LOBSTER
Sentient boots (ft. straw and coins)
As already covered, the lack of environmental regulations at the time meant toxic chemicals would leech into the food supply, bringing them to life.
Cursed with the knowledge that they could end up on the dinner table any day, Victorian era produce loved hard and fast.
Similar sentience issue were occasionally reported in regards to the alcohol supply, however, given the fact that these reports were almost always followed with slurred proclamations of “IM NOT EVEN THAT DRUNK”, the validity of these claims remain suspect.
Harley Quinn is either a psychologist or a psychiatrist. The former requires a PhD or PsyD, and the latter requires an MD.
WRITERS PLEASE PICK ONE. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PICK ONE. THEY ARENT INTERCHANGEABLE.
I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL.
Everyone keeps saying “why not both” which is absolutely missing the point. These are two different jobs, both of which require EXTENSIVE schooling and further training to be able to practice.
The whole reason some shows say psychiatrist and some say PhD is sloppy writing.
New Years is fast approaching, & so it’s time for a new round of unholy Victorian era holiday cards—New Years edition! 🎉
We start as always with the least logical.
This dandy root man, and a half man, half robin—cursed with human arms leaving him unable to fly.
Buckle up.
As Christmas time wrapped up, the previously discussed sentient snow men became less violent and more melancholy. They knew their time would be up soon.
These two snow parents didn’t have the heart to tell their poor doomed snow child of their impending fate.
But they knew.
Santa would leave town and venture back to his hidden shack, deep in the woods. He knew that if he stayed around past Christmas Day, he ran the risk of being attacked by greedy children wanting more gifts.
This eventually led to him moving to the North Pole for year round safety