#(wickerman)

[doubtspirit]

The Wicker Man of the Druids

An 18th-century illustration of a wicker man. Engraving from A Tour in Wales written by Thomas Pennant (1726-1798).

[boneripper7]

The Wicker Man (1973) - Movie Stills

[shenanigansz]

Just wanted to self indulge what a Smiler and Wickerman interaction would be like

[synthetictorque]

"The High Priestess"

The Right hand of the Wicker Man was not always one of them.

Th13teen | Wicker Man | Spinball | The MOJ | more to come...

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Cane's story is one the we ne'er speak of. Hidden in whisper, and in pity, or shame for those whom are doubters of our Lord's choice. For the right hand of the Wicker Man is not of the flock in origin.

When I was there, I was one of the few who could see in closeness the blessing set upon the honored sacrifice- despite the crime she had committed. Her horns, those eyes... unmistakable as marks of His work.

Though she was unworthy in our eyes, our lord carried her from the pyre Himself, and set her to train as our Head Priestess... Many years have passed since then, and while I age, she has become revered and a mighty wielder of His flame.

Why is it then, that others still treat her distantly?

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Hope you like this piece- featuring Cane, and also a bit by proxy, the Wicker Man! I always love doing glow effects, and I think I was supposed to make a simple piece at first. not any more though chat!!!

Interested or know someone who is interested in a commission? More info on my emergency comms here!!

[lyza-kernunia]

Hmm… are Rayman and Globox in a dungeon or will they get prepared for the… wickerman but in the Glade of Dreams? 👀

[cloudxxiii]

the sillies ever

yellar dude is my smeller oc grim

shy dude is my wickerman oc canwyllc

[nemyzilla]

long wickerman.

long wickerman.

[cablestwisted]

Time for, him, <3

This is Elidh! Without the skull he often wears atop his head because I'm still trying to figure out what skull he should wear there.

Elidh is the manifestation of the Wickerman. He's very focused on keeping the Beornen safe, and spends his days living and working within the camp.

This is just a sketch but I absolutely love how it's turned out!

[beast-towers]

Hey guys. Remember this Post awhile ago?

WELP!!

Uri doing a little Dance after beating Otsana lol (No, this is a test run.)

Wonder how Otsana is doing… 😅

[sammy-smiles-531]

2019 v. 2024

Alton Towers Gorillaz cover redraw

The first redraw out of many in the future. I really liked how this one turned out.

[shenanigansz]

Context: In my lore, “The Smiler” is the perfect being upon all the Smiler experiments. And because of such a status, The Smiler rarely ever shows up as himself, he appears as one of his homunculi having full control of their body and mind

(The Alton gang doesn’t know this part of Smiler yet, but I think it would be funny if Smiler told Wickerman this small detail because even if he tried to tell the others no one would believe him lmao)

[oh-the-fe-y]

[lost-at-the-theme-park]

Best themed ride at Towers 🔥

[cloudxxiii]

I love spraypaint

[nemyzilla]

goat

[silent-contemplations]

What am I being prepared for?

These days I’ve been waking up with a tender longing in my chest. As though love strokes it with a white feather as I’m asleep, so I can feel it flutter as I wake.

Sometimes, the longing feels heavy. I feel my heart pushing itself back into my spine, pulled down by the weight of the pearls that form within its dark corners. I almost feel as though I’m dying…

I’ve been spending months alone, tending to my own soil, getting my hands messy as I try to pull out the weeds from my subconscious. Day and night have blurred into the same thing.

The sun pulls my flowers out of the dirt, and the moon guards it against creatures who dare to feast on its roots.

I’ve built a wickerman. He’s my only friend. He almost reminds me of myself; skeleton of which Gods reside. Maybe my God is settling onto Her throne, pushing the cushion of my heart in all directions as She settles onto Her velvet seat.

These days, I feel my heart pumping the syrup of longing and love within my organs. I wonder who will feast on its meat? Whose sacrifice am I? What am I being prepared for?