#creepy christmas

[catspawcreates]

These lyrics align with Moon way too perfectly. I’m so happy with this and how quickly it came together even though I only had half an idea. Drawn live on TikTok last night.

-lyrics from Santa Claus is Coming to Town

Last panel inspired by @fledermaus.freak on IG

[dendrilart]

This is a Schnabelperchten, an entity local to the Rauris Valley in Austria. They’re similar to Perchten, serving as motivators for good behavior. In the Schnabelperchten’s case, they come to check you’ve kept your home tidy. If it’s not, they have huge shears to enact their punishment and cut open your stomach to ‘clean’ you out! ✂️🧹💨

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[deathbydyingpod]

You come home for the holidays – no one is there. The whole neighborhood’s a ghost town. Snow suffocates the street in deathly silence. The same Christmas song plays on the radio, over and over. The snowmen watch you, knowing, smiling… it's the Gothic Vibes of December.

[sushisusii]

😈You better watch out, i'm coming for all you naughty ones

[jenjen4280]

A nice day undecking the hallowed halls and redecking creepy Xmas. The Hot Wife had the idea that we’d have the skeletons slowly decorate the yard for Xmas, then they’d disappear. My contribution was adding a lighted red nose to the reindeer skeleton.

Then I popped some corn and we watched the NWSL Championship, and read together during halftime. 24 years in and we still hold hands. ❤️

[busan-punk]

ho ho ho emo traz presentes.

[rasalo]

Loop + sound loop

[robsheridan]

Deck the halls, trim the tree, O̸̥͆Ṕ̶̰E̴͎̋N̵͎̎ ̶̹̽T̷̤̍Ḩ̷̅Ḛ̵̂ ̷̪͌V̴̛͓O̶̦͘I̴̯͗D̸̞̕, and release the gift of screaming interdimensional hellskulls, because it’s time for TALES FROM DIMENSION X-MAS.

I conjured these scenes using AI for my 2022 holiday cards, included here with some extras and outtakes. Tech notes: Made with the very first release of MidJourney V4 which had some fascinatingly chaotic compositions and misunderstandings that sent my ideas into realms of delightfully manic absurdity. The current V4 is much more coherent and polished in its representations, and that’s fine, but it’s the glitches and the broken-computer violations of reason that I love, so I will cherish these temporary masterpieces of retro pulp-horror madness.

[mummym6]

Oh Santa....

[horror-heks]

[adarkrainbow]

I recently stumbled upon the Instagram/Tumblr account of "Mister Sam Shearon", a macabre photo-realistic artist who is known to have recently illustrated various books about monsters and supernatural beings from the folklore of various USA states.

He notably did for (two Christmases in a row apparently?) a series of creepy Christmas cards called "Merry Macabre"

Some are actual creepy folkloric creatures and legendary monsters from Christmas beliefs. Such as the Nuuttipukki...

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... the Belsnickel...

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... or the Schnabelperchten:

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Other times he simply took regular Christmas figures and made them creepier, from the Ghosts of A Christmas Carol...

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To "Santa Claws".

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But the reason I make a post about this is because he also did his version of Andersen's Snow Queen, which you can check here if you want:

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[thruhaliasart]

The Mari Lwyd is a South Wales wassailing folk custom dating back to at least 1880, consisting of a hobby horse with a real horse skull mounted on a pole, carried by someone hidden beneath a sackcloth. The end result is so delightfully creepy that I of course had to try my hand at it. Merry Christmas! Drawn with metallic gold calligraphy ink with a paintbrush and dip pen, Prismacolor pencils, white gel pen and Copic markers on smooth Bristol board with just a tiny bit of digital tweaking. I had a *lot* of fun with this.

[deathbydyingpod]

You thought Halloween was over because of the holidays? THINK AGAIN, FOOL. Slap a santa hat on your skeletons, decorate your gingerbread men with blood, and spike your eggnog with nightshade, we ride at midnight, bitches.

[jengrayart]

Jack Frost/ Winter

This one is in the Winter art book now on sale through Monday, Nov. 28th!

[bizarreauhavre]

Creepy Christmas

[auroragehenna]

"Torture, watching stuff, singing" X*X*X*X*X*X*X*X*X*X*X*X*

Snowman.

CW/TW: Non-con touch (SFW), creepy comfort, dancing, Christmas

Word count: 1‘395

"Hello, hello, Lyra, I'm back! And I-What are you doing?", Adam asked perlex when he came into the pool hall and saw Lyra.

Lyra who was currently upside down, standing on her arms gave him a sarcastic look. “I think it might help my case to change my point of view/perception for once…I am working out, daffodil.”

“Keep your smartassery in check today, I am not in the mood to hurt you today. Its Christmas.”

“Its…what? But…that can’t be…”, Lyra gasped and rolled herself onto the ground to sit up.

Adam smirked. “And why not?”

“You…took me in July. It…was summer.” She looked away.

“True. But now it’s not summer anymore. You’ve been with me for five months again.

Lyra gulped but quickly found her façade again. She chose an upbeat face and her eyes found Adam’s again. “So, and now it’s Christmas?”

“Yes. So if you can behave I have a suggestion for you.”

Lyra raised her brows. “What is it?”

“You behave and don’t make me trouble. I won’t hurt you or mock you or anything like that. And we will go outside. It’s snowing.”

Lyra’s eyes widen at the last two sentences. Outside? Snow? Could this be?! “Deal!”, she said without hesitation.

“Great.”, he said smiling. “I will have to say that I will take a teaser with me because I can’t trust you. As you well know.” He started intently at Lyra who gave him a smug smile. “But I will only use it if you try to run away.”

“Alright.”

“And you need to wear a jacket.”

“Oh come oooon.”, Lyra complained.

“You have been in here for five months. Warm and snuggly. -Lyra stared at him in disbelief- Your body is not used to winter. Jacket! I am not treating your flue! Even though you’d be quite lovely so weak and sickish.”

“Alright, fine, I’ll wear one!”

This time it was Adam’s turn to look smug.

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Lyra’s finger caressed the cold smooth stone walls. Every step cautious, fully expecting to step on air, fall and wake up. She had to make sure this was real, that this wasn’t an elaborate hallucination or a dream. That this was real. That she could go outside. Truly.

“Need me to pinch you?”, Adam offered, an amused smile dancing around his lips.

“I’m afraid that would break your no-hurting-rule.”, Lyra joked shakily.

“Its real. I promise. And I’m not playing a game with you. I like Christmas and I’m not just some torturous-mindless-monster. Don’t go expecting gifts or something though.”

“Of course.” Then she saw at the end of the hallway a barricade though which light tore into the hall. Lyra held her breath as a small wind of fresh, cold air brushed her face. Wind. Actual wind!

“Don’t faint on me, Lyra.”, Adam warned and touched a hand to her cheek.

Lyra jerked away from the touch instinctively before shooting Adam a look, trying to determine if that made him mad but his expression was unshaken and he continued making his way outside.

Lyra followed him and weasled her way through the barricade. She stepped outside and the blinding white forced her to close her eyes. When she finally opened them again tears welled up. “Oh.”, she gasped out. Thick, white snowflakes descended from the sky far above, landing on her. The cold sensation instantly brought her back to reality.

Adam laughed. “Cold, huh?”

Lyra avoided his gaze as best as she could, turning away to look around the place. Thick layers of snow covered everything. The stone benches, fountains, and ping-pong tables. She didn’t reckon she still knew how to play. The thought made her sad. In the makeshift shoes she had been given she stamped around in the snowy depths and that lured a smile out of her again.

“M'lady.”, Adam said behind her.

Lyra spun around only to see Adam doing a curtsy and extending a hand towards her.

“Would you care to join me for a dance?”, he asked. Same charming smile on his face as always.

Lyra’s jaw fell open. “Are you mental?!”

Adam laughed. “Oh come on pessimist, it’s Christmas!”

“Pessimist, I will tell you-“, she sighed. “Why on earth do you want to dance with me and why on earth would I want to dance with you.”

“Because it would be very polite.”

Lyra gulped. She looked up, getting captivated by the snow falling from the sky again. Even though the cold still hurt on her skin it was so beautiful to watch. She had always loved watching the snow. For as long as she could think. With great effort she tore her gaze away from it and her eyes found Adam’s. The threat in his voice was very clear, no-hurting-rule or not. So with a heavy feeling she lowered herself into a curtsy herself and took his hand. It had already cooled down from the temperatures.

Adam’s smile shun at her. “Just follow my lead.” And with that he pulled her towards him and pushed her away again. Supporting her through initial stumbles and insecurities.

Lyra let herself get pushed and pulled back and forth, quickly losing track of the steps. She had always wanted to learn proper dances. Her involuntary dance partner opens his arm wide, pulling her in and then nudging her to spin. Lyra let herself spin on his hand, tears welling up in her eyes. Would she ever be able to dance again without remembering this? She didn’t have time to dwell on the depressive thought as she was pulled close and her second hand was caught by Adam’s. The sudden proximity stealing her breath. Or it was just the cold.

Adam, now holding Lyra close, led her one step back to the side and then reversed, turning, and repeating. He smiled, knowing full well that she had long lost track. He quickly let go of one hand and with it gently tilted Lyra’s chin up, making her look at the snow before taking her free hand in his again. After a few rotations he guided her hands onto his shoulders and put her hands on her waist. She shot him an alarmed look but he gave her a reassuring smile and then turned while lifting her into the air.

Lyra held her breath when she got lifted into the air but it was over as soon as it started and her feet touched the ground again. And then her legs gave out under her. Faster than Adam could catch her again she slipped out of his hands and crumbled into the snow. The cold soaking her clothing and stinging her skin.

“Okay I guess that’s enough for your body. You’re going back inside; you need to rest.”

“No!”, Lyra protested even though her breathing was now that she was focused again heavy and laboured. “I…I want to stay outside. I want to see it!“

“Your body has had it; you can feel it yourself. Don’t try to ruin it, that’s my job.”

“No. I’ll be fine! I can make it, I’m not sensitive to cold. Never was.”

Adam sighed. Alright, have it your way.” He budged and walked away. Soon he was gone into the snow.

Lyra tried to get on her feet, to walk around. To maybe-But her legs gave out under her again. Goosebumps had started to break out all over her body and she was shivering. Especially with her clothing getting more and more soaked by the snow. But the falling white around her was so captivating. And even though the cold hurt she still embraced it, having been inside for so long. Her body was pretty resistant to the cold anyways. Right? A light breeze blew her way and made the snowflakes dance and spiral. It was gorgeous! Lyra stared at it, not noticing how she started to sway. Until she just dropped to the side. Alarmed she tried to push herself back up again but finding that her arms were shaking too hard from the cold. She broke down on the floor again and watched thick, white snowflakes land and slowly melt on her arm. Suddenly two specks of colour came into her blurry sight. She could feel herself getting picked up, lifted into the air and then into two arms, head guided against a warm chest. The hands near burning her skin.

„I told you it would be too much for you. Don‘t you dare die on me. Especially on Christmas.

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Merry whumpy Christmas!!🎄🎁❄️✨💜🖤❤️