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Yuletide Youtube: Krampusnacht, part 1
Dec. 4th, 2015 09:53 amSounds of the Season:
Krampusnacht needs a Cthulhu carol
Merry moods
I have a lot of Krampus pics, so we're getting a jump on it.
( cut for size )
Friday Story time
I know I meant this to be a rec spot, but I may just post fanfic instead.
Your rec of the day is Sara Harvey's Music City.
I haven't read it yet, but I plan to either this year or in Jan. Nashville Urban Fantasy in which a banshee sets out to have a music career.
http://saramharvey.com/
And your story. A perennial favorite of mine (I wrote it)
Naughty,
a Brimstone fic for the season
“Not your best look.” Zeke took another long pull on the straw of his eggnog shake. It was appallingly bad, but he’d been in the mood for something sweet and had never tried one. He was sitting on a bench, watching the mall crew shingle a house with giant peppermints.
The Devil tossed the white fur pompom at the end of the red velvet hat over his shoulder. “Really? I thought it was amusing.” Seeing Zeke’s glare, he added, “Come on. Don’t tell me you never rearranged the letters in ‘Santa.’”
“That’s too obvious even for you. I figured you’d hate this time of year.”
The Devil laughed. “I love it. So much potential for mischief and damnation! Gluttony, greed, avarice, waste,
all celebrated. Lust under the mistletoe is practically a given. And the hypocrisy.” He smiled. “It lends a delightful chill even here in sunny California.” He pointed to a well-dressed man who ignored a sleeping vagrant two benches over. “He’ll drop two dollars in a Salvation Army kettle later today and feel smug in his caring for his fellow man. His company laid off over a hundred people last year, poisoned thousands of gallons of water, and cleared endless acres of rainforest. But he gave at the office.”
He pointed at the woman with a dozen shopping bags. “She hates her husband’s kids, but every present in there is
for them. Clothing that won’t suit them and won’t fit. Goods that are too expensive for their lifestyles. Hypocrisy at its best.”
Zeke ignored him and sucked on his shake.
“You had better get on with it, Ezekiel. Christmas is coming, you know. And I know someone who is being very naughty.”
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Krampusnacht needs a Cthulhu carol
Merry moods
I have a lot of Krampus pics, so we're getting a jump on it.
( cut for size )
Friday Story time
I know I meant this to be a rec spot, but I may just post fanfic instead.
Your rec of the day is Sara Harvey's Music City.
I haven't read it yet, but I plan to either this year or in Jan. Nashville Urban Fantasy in which a banshee sets out to have a music career.
http://saramharvey.com/
And your story. A perennial favorite of mine (I wrote it)
Naughty,
a Brimstone fic for the season
“Not your best look.” Zeke took another long pull on the straw of his eggnog shake. It was appallingly bad, but he’d been in the mood for something sweet and had never tried one. He was sitting on a bench, watching the mall crew shingle a house with giant peppermints.
The Devil tossed the white fur pompom at the end of the red velvet hat over his shoulder. “Really? I thought it was amusing.” Seeing Zeke’s glare, he added, “Come on. Don’t tell me you never rearranged the letters in ‘Santa.’”
“That’s too obvious even for you. I figured you’d hate this time of year.”
The Devil laughed. “I love it. So much potential for mischief and damnation! Gluttony, greed, avarice, waste,
all celebrated. Lust under the mistletoe is practically a given. And the hypocrisy.” He smiled. “It lends a delightful chill even here in sunny California.” He pointed to a well-dressed man who ignored a sleeping vagrant two benches over. “He’ll drop two dollars in a Salvation Army kettle later today and feel smug in his caring for his fellow man. His company laid off over a hundred people last year, poisoned thousands of gallons of water, and cleared endless acres of rainforest. But he gave at the office.”
He pointed at the woman with a dozen shopping bags. “She hates her husband’s kids, but every present in there is
for them. Clothing that won’t suit them and won’t fit. Goods that are too expensive for their lifestyles. Hypocrisy at its best.”
Zeke ignored him and sucked on his shake.
“You had better get on with it, Ezekiel. Christmas is coming, you know. And I know someone who is being very naughty.”
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