#Corpus Bride

[hellwatermelon]

My top 100 favorite albums 2024

Armand Hammer - BLK LBL Cannell Laura - The Rituals of Hildegard Reimagined Selbst - Despondency Chord Progressions Vince Staples - Dark Times Grace Cummings - Ramona Crizin da Z.O. - ACELERO Various Artists - funk.BR - São Paulo (NTS) Lesser Care - HEEL TURN Omar Souleyman - Erbil Poroniec - W Pologu

The Body , Dis Fig - Orchards Of A Futile Heaven Ink & Fire - Emblazoned Visions Yield Eternity Amiture - Mother Engine Blood Incantation - Absolute Elsewhere Vitriol - Suffer & Become Djevel - Natt Til Ende JPEGMAFIA - I LAY DOWN MY LIFE FOR YOU Waxahatchee - Tigers Blood Cower - Celestial Devastation Full of Hell - Coagulated Bliss

Full of Hell and Andrew Nolan - Scraping The Divine SECT - Plagues Upon Plagues Elucid - Revelator Revival Season - Golden Age Of Self Snitching KA - The Thief Next to Jesus Venus Twins - /\/\/\/\/ Kriegshög - Love & Revenge Moor Mother - The Great Bailout Chelsea Wolfe - She Reaches Out To She Reaches Out To She 070 Shake - Petrichor

Castle Rat - Into The Realm Darkestrah - Nomad Mary Lattimore - Rain on the Road Camerata Mediolanense - Atalanta Fugiens Haley Heynderickx - Seed of a Seed Weltenbrandt - Transzendenz Schatten Romantik Panzerfaust - The Suns of Perdition IV: To Shadow Zion Cabinet - Hydrolysated Ordination Kidnapped - Disgust

Throwing Snow - Isthmus Floating Points - Cascade E-Saggila - Gamma Tag Oranssi Pazuzu - Muuntautuja Joanna Wang - Hotel La Rut (破爛酒店) Beth Gibbons - Lives Outgrown Position Parallèle - Aiguille À Découdre Amigo the Devil - Yours Until the War is Over Elyanna - WOLEDTO Kvadrat - The Horrible Dissonance of Oblivion

Childish Gambino - Bando Stone and The New World Lowen - Do Not Go To War With The Demons Of Mazandaran Roc Marciano - Marciology The Gnashing - Forsaken Sanctuary Lhaäd - Beneath Uniform - American Standard Westside Gunn - Still Praying Denzel Curry - King of the Mischievous South Vol. 2 Kelly Moran - Moves in the Field Jenny Don't & The Spurs - Broken Hearted Blue

WILLOW - empathogen Venomous Echoes - Split Formations and Infinite Mania Blaze of Perdition - Upharsin LL Cool J - The FORCE Rome Streetz & Daringer - Hatton Garden Holdup Show Me The Body - Corpus II ØKSE Maelstrom & Louisahhh - May the Rage Burn a Path for Joy Etran de L’Aïr - 100% Sahara Guitar Toby Driver - Raven, I Know That You Can Give Me Anything

Squarepusher - Dostrotime SHXCXCHCXSH - ……t Jlin - Akoma Kelly Lee Owens - Dreamstate KASHIWA Daisuke - Titan Molok - Ne pas chercher á comprendre My Dying Bride - A Mortal Binding Antichrist Siege Machine - Vengeance of Eternal Fire Skeleton Lipstick - Death Romantique Seekersinternational + Mars89 - Dangerous Combination

Consumer Electronics - Surge Kendrick Lamar - GNX Dame Area - Toda La Verdad Sobre Dame Area Tyler, The Creator - CHROMAKOPIA Felix K - Sudbaism Heems - Lafandar Holy Tongue & Shackleton - The Tumbling Psychic Joy of Now Al Wooton - Lifted From The Earth Ab-Soul - Soul Burger Previous Industries - Service Merchandise

Ponte del Diavolo - Fire Blades From The Tomb Doechii - Alligator Bites Never Heal Lord Buffalo - Holus Bolus Tristwch Y Fenywod Mannequin Pussy - I Got Heaven Humbird - Right On Mount Eerie - Night Palace Jasper Byrne, Sonic - Mirrors Odium Humani Generis - Międzyczas Milkweed - Folklore 1979

HONORABLE MENTIONS, mostly albums I heard very late in the year that would probably be added:

Big Blood - Electric Voyeur Kir - L'appel Du Vide UBOA - Impossible light Ganavya - Like The Sky I've Been Too Quiet

best of 2018

Best of 2020

Best of 2021

Best of 2022

Best of 2023

Any of you all want to add yours feel free :)

[timetraveltasting]

TEMPLAR BOAR WITH CAMELINE SAUCE (14th c.)

This past Thursday, the Corpus Christi public holiday in my part of Germany, known here as Fronleichnam, gave me a little extra time to make another Tasting History dish: Templar Boar with Cameline Sauce. The diet, eating habits, and table manners of the Templars were governed by strict rules, including only eating meat three times a week (two meat meals on Sundays). This dish was one of those they would have eaten for one of their meat meals during the 14th century. The spices present in the sauce would have been accessible to them during the crusades, but Cameline Sauce did become a popular dish in much of medieval Europe eventually. This dish is based on two 14th century primary sources: Le Viandier de Taillevent by Guillaume Tirel and Le Ménagier de Paris, a treatise written by an older man (as yet unnamed) to teach his 15-year-old bride how to run his household and please him, in every way (...yikes). The sauce, Cameline, is named as such due to the rich brown colour, which looks like the wool of a camel, also known as cameline. I chose to make this recipe next because I haven't made boar before, and the rich, silky, brown colour of the sauce made it look really tasty. See Max’s video on how to make it here or see the ingredients and process at the end of this post, sourced from his website.

My experience making it:

I made a couple changes to the modern recipe below. I used boar goulash pieces instead of tenderloin, because it was the only form of boar I could find at my grocery store. The white wine I used (and drank with dinner) was a dry Riesling from the Mosel Valley in Germany. The red wine was a Bordeaux Merlot. I used saffron powder instead of threads, and I did opt to add the optional tablespoon of red wine vinegar. the white bread I used was a classic French baguette.

I also made a couple changes to the method. Because I used French baguette, which has quite small slices, I hollowed out about half the baguette (since baguettes are mostly crust). I also simmered the sauce for much longer than Max says to, because it wasn't quite the thickness I was looking for. Otherwise, I followed Max's recipe exactly, probably to the detriment of my boar. Because I had used goulash pieces instead of tenderloin, I probably should have adjusted how I cooked the boar to accommodate these smaller pieces. Unfortunately, I didn't, and as a result, I was left with very chewy, dry boar. Basically, the sauce was the saving grace of the boar! I served the boar and Cameline sauce with some green peas, garlic bread, and a glass of the dry Riesling wine.

My experience tasting it:

I already knew I had ruined the texture of the boar, but I hoped that the sauce would help. I warned my husband. Luckily, the Cameline sauce did a lot of heavy-lifting to bring some moisture back to the board. The sauce turned out wonderfully - a beautiful, silky brown. Flavour-wise, it reminded me of a jus, but more heavily-spiced. I was worried the Cameline sauce would end up tasting sweet due to the brown sugar and several spices that are more often used in baking, but in fact, the spices were well balanced by the taste of the wine and vinegar. The sauce also went really nicely with the peas, and I imagine would also have tasted good with potatoes or other red meats. My husband and I dipped the garlic bread in it as well, which was really tasty. It went alright with the dry boar, but I would like to use the sauce with another, more tenderly-cooked meat. We had leftover Cameline sauce, so we will probably try that again tonight. If you end up making it, if you liked it, or if you changed anything from the original recipe, do let me know!

Links to harder-to-find ingredients:

Saffron

Templar Boar with Cameline Sauce original recipes (14th c.)

Sourced from Le Viandier de Taillevent by Guillaume Tirel and Le Ménagier de Paris respectively.

“Sanglier: Fresh Wild Boar Venison. Cooked in wine and water and boiled again; eaten with Cameline Sauce.”

— Le Viandier de Taillevent, 14th century

“Cameline. Note that in Tournai, to make cameline they grind ginger, cinnamon, saffron, and half a nutmeg, moistened with wine then taken out of the mortar. Then grind in a mortar untoasted white breadcrumbs that have been soaked in cold water, moisten with wine and strain. Then boil everything and finish with brown sugar, and that makes winter cameline. In the summer, they do the same but it is not boiled at all. ”

— Le Ménagier de Paris, 14th century

Modern Recipe

Based on Le Viandier de Taillevent by Guillaume Tirel, Le Ménagier de Paris, and Max Miller’s version in his Tasting History video.

Ingredients:

Boar tenderloin

Olive oil for searing

Equal parts wine and water for boiling

1 thick slice of white artisanal bread without crust

1 ¼ cups white wine

¼ cup red wine

1 tsp ginger

2 tsp cinnamon

½ tsp nutmeg

Pinch of saffron threads

2 tbsp brown sugar

Pinch of salt

1 tbsp red wine vinegar (optional)

Method:

De-crust the bread and break it into small pieces. Soak the bread in water for a few hours, then pour in the red wine for the sauce.

Heat olive oil in a pot then sear the boar on all sides.

Remove it from the pot and boil equal parts wine and water, then add the boar back in and boil, covered, for 10-15 minutes or until fully cooked. Then let it rest.

To make the sauce, mix the spices and white wine. Strain the bread/wine mixture from earlier into a saucepan, then press the bread through the strainer.

Add the spiced wine mixture and bring to a simmer. Let simmer for 15 minutes, or until half reduced, then add the sugar and salt, and if you want, a tablespoon of red wine vinegar. Simmer until thickened.

Slice the boar and pour the sauce over it. Optionally, serve with roasted chestnuts and wine.

[theartofsimpatry]

[bloodmeridiann]

a playlist with some of my favourite tunes requested by @osheck

the sisters of mercy - red skies disappear tristania - my lost lenore strawberry switchblade - go away the vision bleak - carpathia malice mizer - mayonaka ni kawashita no yakusoku cocteau twins- sea, swallow me emilie autumn - unlaced versailles - the red carpet day nine inch nails - gave up kidneythieves - before i'm dead igorrr - tout petit moineau eve of destiny - logos theatre of tragedy - venus london after midnight - heaven now sólstafir - Þín Orð lycia - this moment oberschlesien - annaberg siouxsie and the banshees - cities in dust theatres des vampires - the bride of corinth dead can dance - the host of seraphim switchblade symphony - dissolve dir en grey - vinushka the damned - street of dreams corpus delicti - saraband red lorry yellow lorry - hand on heart

[worldswithoutendings]

Eye for an eye [Michael Langdon] PT.1

Hello everyone! guess who is back after a very very long time, I'm rewatching AHS and can't help but fall in love with the antichrist. so enjoy! This might be a series, I want to test it out first.

Pairing: Michael Langdon x Female reader

Warning: none

Summary: 15-year-old you made a sort of deal with the devil, for a love life. pathetic. you know. but he comes with a different approach to what you actually want. but will it work?

You still regret the day you made the decision, the worst decision in your life so to speak of. When you made a deal with the devil. But on the other side, who can you blame? When you’re 15 years old, desperate for love, a life you wanted so badly. Due to all the influence, the neglect in your family. The yearning. You still remember his reaction to this day. Loud laughter ran through the reddened sky, ‘Sweetheart, please, don’t be so pathetic. You want to make a deal with me, for a love life?’ ‘Yes! Please’ you cried out, feeling foolish ‘Foolish, foolish little girl’ he mumbled as he sat on his throne ‘you can be so much more, you have so much potential. Yet you’re here, with me, pleading for love’

‘I’m sorry’ you whisper as you look down, hot tears flowing over your rosy cheeks ‘You’re so young’ he keeps mumbling about the great aspects of you ‘You could rule the world one day’ ‘I don’t want to do it alone’ you blurt out "oh! Now I have you talking, so you want to rule the world?” “I mean, yeah, doesn’t everyone want to rule the world at one point in their life?" his laugh echoes again ‘no one, can rule the world like you, but, I can arrange something for you. If you arrange something for me’

‘What do you want’ you blurt out ‘I want, you to be the bride, the bride to end all times, to end all days, to end eternity on this earth’ ‘What do you mean?’ you say as you try to get rid of the tears on your cheeks ‘I will give you, a husband, you have to find him first. He isn’t ready yet, I'll give you directions when the time is ri-‘ ‘NO!” you yell out

‘I want to be loved now, didn’t you hear me!? How old are you? Like two thousand years old?-‘ ‘-older my dear’ ‘Well then fix yourself some hearing aids!’ you blurt out, making Satan laugh again ‘Oh foolish girl, you’re going to give him a hell of a time’ and by that. Time stops. The sky turns back from red to gray.

You find yourself back in your bedroom, the cuts you made for your offering are gone, the dead bird has disappeared and all the candles are blown out. ‘What a joke’ you mumble to yourself as you cry yourself to sleep that night.

27th of November 2023

7:30.

Corpus ave.

Dress code: black

You can’t help but laugh, corpus ave? How fitting for a cooperative meeting. You are now 26 years of age. You did age gracefully if you have to be honest. Maybe Satan was right and was keeping you youthful for your husband.

you laugh okay quit it y/n your 15-year-old was screaming in your head about how you deserve to be loved, yet no one ever bothered to go further than a lazy one-night stand or a short conversation filled with flirtations but no invitations. You thought Satan totally saw it as a joke and to be honest, you started to see it like that too over time.

But on the other hand, you hadn’t expected an invitation to a cooperative meeting, led by Satan, or rather his Spawn. You had heard from him, Michael Langdon, ‘son’ of Tate Langdon and Vivien Harmon. You didn’t want to expect much from him so you kept your expectations low as you got ready for the night.

Stupid dress, why did I buy you in the first place?! Even though you had better dresses in your wardrobe, you also wanted to impress the people there. So you took advantage of your body, with a black body con dress, that rose up every time you walked. That means I will be sitting down for the rest of the evening ‘Miss van son!” you hear, and you look up, to see an unknown face ‘You don’t remember me? My apologies, my name is Rutherford, Jason Rutherford. We went to high school together’ ‘And you are calling me by my last name because?’ ‘Because I have to, Miss van Son’ Jason smiles. But his eyes aren’t smiling. Which says enough for you, and you give him a 20-dollar tip ‘Have a nice night Jason’ ‘Thank you, mis-Miss van Son’ Jason stutters. You sit down in the ballroom with all the people who have money. Lots of money. You feel out of place.

‘all rise’ a man screams, making everybody stand up straight ‘Michael Langdon, The antichrist.’ Michael comes through the doorway and your breath hitches oh my. He is beautiful, with deep sea blue eyes, golden hair past his shoulder, and a girl to his side. Hold up. A girl!? It’s not him you sigh why else would Satan, of all people, invite me to a cooperative meeting ‘sit down” Michael's cold voice echoes through the room ‘first of all, thank you for coming. Second of all. I want to introduce my girlfriend, soon-to-be wife, Rosalie Withers. You can not question her about anything. I will have your head on a silver platter’ He shows his white teeth at the end, and you can’t help but feel jealous, so who will it be then, the so-called love of my life.

When it’s time to socialize, you scrape your throat. Getting ready to walk to the bar for a heavy drink. Only to lock eyes with Michael. You show him your best smile and raise your empty glass at him as he opens a pathway for you to the bar. You can’t help but see him scan your body again!? No ‘Hi how are you’ or anything else? ‘Hi, how are you?’ Michael says softly ‘I’m good, thank you mister Langdon” he has to be a few years older than you.

He moves gracefully but strategically ‘You have potential’ Michael says ‘Excuse me?’ you almost choked on your saliva ‘I say you have potential’ he says a bit harder, but not harder for the room ‘Oh, thank you. I guess?’ you try to push your body through Donald Trump and Michael's body. You see how he takes a whiff of your smell and you see his eyes darken oh shit you try to pick up your pace to the bar but Michael has beaten you to it ‘a vodka soda, please’ you say to the bartender ‘Make that two, and two shots’ you hear Michael say and you furrow your brows

‘my father says I have to be polite’ ‘Well, you’re father is a shitty man’ you can’t help but blurt out. Making Michael laugh, almost the exact same way you got humiliated eleven years ago. You bite your lip on the inside and take a deep breath as you wait ‘I’m sorry, Miss Van Son, right?” ‘You can just call me y/n’ ‘you can just call me Michael’ ‘I’d rather not’ you say as the bartender puts down your drinks ‘why not?’ “well, you’re Satan offspring, I’m already... seen like a fool. Don’t want to humiliate myself that bad that I will definitely not have a-I don’t know why I’m telling you this, have a lovely night Mr Langdon’ you walk away with your drink and leave Michael with the two shots.

After you finish your drink you walk outside to feel the crisp air you’re still a foolish little girl you hear Satan roar through your mind ‘I know, thanks for the newsflash’ you say as you raise a middle finger to the ground ‘That’s where you are, right?! everyone looking down at you. Pathetic’ you mumble as you feel yourself getting irritated.

You wished you had brought a shawl or a coat but no, you thought it wouldn’t be long. Yet it’s already 2:45 ‘shit’ you mumble as you look at your phone, only to feel a coat be draped over your shoulders ‘Figured you might need it’ Michael says as he walks back to the club he followed me?! He didn’t see me flip off his dad, right? You shake your head and make your way home. Longing for your warm bed, funny enough, Michael's scent hypnotizes you in a funny way. Making you not remember going home at all. Just as you fell asleep in your bed, still wearing his coat.

[scales-like-ash]

Listen Jarl, I'm not sure what happened at the Watchtower and I'm thankful for the weapon and title but I am not some mythical hero. I came here to make coin as a mercenary in the war, not to save the world!

Sometimes I wonder what would've happened to Nirn if the Heroes didn't finish or even started their Adventure.

What if the Nerevarine didn't recover from Corpus or couldn't find a bride for the Zainab Ashkan (still one of the weirdest things in the Mainquest)

What if the Hero of Kvatch arrived just a little to late at the chapel to save Martin or just simply sold the Amulet of Kings in the nearest Skooma Den?

What if Alduin didn't arrive in time to interrupt the execution in Helgen or the Dragonborn just returned to Cyrodiil after they got free?

Nirn can count itself really lucky to have prophecies that actually turn out to be true and end well

[cuntess-carmilla]

Haunted Beauty Barbie collection: moodboards + playlists masterpost

Because I love and crave these dolls so much that I couldn't help myself and I ended up making moodboards and playlists for each of them: Ghost Barbie, Vampire Barbie, Mistress of the Manor Barbie, and Zombie Bride Barbie.

🪦 Ghost 🪦

All Ethereal Wave.

Lycia, Mors Syphilitica, The Shroud, Faith and the Muse, Isiphilon, Cocteau Twins, Dead Can Dance, Miranda Sex Garden, Hamsas XIII, Black Mare.

⚰️ Vampire ⚰️

All Darkwave and Gothic Rock.

Dark Hertz Transmission, Sopor Aeternus, Nosferatu, Inkubus Sukkubus, NNHMN, La Procesión de lo Infinito, Twin Tribes, Two Witches, Paralysed Age, The Coventry.

🕯️ Mistress of the Manor 🕯️

A good balance between Gothic Rock and Darkwave.

Nosferatu, Sweet Spectra, Corpus Delicti, Sopor Aeternus, Witching Hour, Twin Tribes, Wisborg, La Scaltra, Switchblade Symphony, Faith and the Muse.

🕸️ Zombie Bride 🕸️

A mixture of mostly Post-Punk, Deathrock, with some Gothic Rock and Darkwave.

Lebanon Hanover, Cinema Strange, Animal Rojo, Two Witches, Vacíos Cuerpos, The Spiritual Bat, Sopor Aeternus, Requiem in White, London After Midnight, Paralysed Age.

[fangin-n-bangin]

so!! i got inspired by planky's ask to make a playlist of songs from bands i think brood christian would listen to! i only use apple music so the song list will be under the cut for those who don't use other streaming platforms :3

shadows of moonlit nights ~ autumn's grey solace

a dying god coming into human flesh ~ celtic frost

deathwish ~ christian death

knee deep ~ cky

dust and fire ~ corpus delicti

severance ~ dead can dance

the killing moon ~ echo & the bunnymen

mea culpa ~ enigma

when love and death embrace ~ him

helplessness ~ lacrimas profundere

cadaverously quaint ~ lebanon hanover

bare ~ lycia

if i was your vampire ~ marilyn manson

wasp ~ motionless in white

the songless bird ~ my dying bride

blood of another ~ paradise lost

faces of the gone ~ pink turns blue

bury me deep ~ the sisters of mercy

miserably never ever ~ sköld

bloody knuckles ~ switchblade symphony

filigree & shadow ~ this mortal coil

fantasmas ~ twin tribe

bloody kisses (a death in the family) ~ type o negative

mondlicht ~ xmal deutschland

hand of god ~ the 69 eyes

i decided to go for a more goth/gothic metal route for christian because that's the vibes he has to me. not necessarily because of the whole vampire thing either but because of the whole brooding (haha get it) macabre melancholic vibe he has. there are so many more songs i could've chosen but i wanted to keep it a reasonable length and these are the ones i settled on :3

[bkh-s-7449]

🕯️ hee hee

My Highway.

Do you remember, finding me? For the first time? Mmaybe or maybe not as well as I do. Maybe it was something as routine as punching the clock, to you, at least at the time. In your long life. In all the things you have done. That you have seen.

We remember it. Perfectly. Perfectly. I remember the smell. I would ask… I would ask, as well, if you know what it is like to smell only your own filth, for years, or the smell of your. Self. The self… putrefying. The way things smell that are alive but not alive in the way you knew them? How it hhangs. In the stillness. I would ask but I know that you must. That you must, for you understand me and understand like nobody else could understand me, me and us. Anyways it is the smell I remember. Sso. Sweet. And warm. It was warm, like smoke. Something like this. “Honey.” Honey. Something cold, like hoarfrost. Something new …? How very awake you made us. For the first time in the long sickness our fever. Broke. At the wheel.

I remember your touch. And hurt. Everything hurt, terribly. This body was a ruin I did not recognize. I remember thinking, this, I cannot work like this. I cannot work. What do you want with me? And then, do not touch me. You will kill me. You did not, of course. You picked this body up. Us. Me. You held it, me, like something precious, or so a bride, and took it somewhere else. This part we do not remember as clearly. Being held, this is the brightest part. It is amazing, to remember something. Anything at all, from. From that place. I have never been touched in that way.

And then… do you remember, there, you left us at Strata. You put us somewhere safe. And probably that is where you thought you would be done with it, because you touch people’s lives with such grace, and then feel so that you cannot haunt their door any longer than that. I am only ever sorry if I burdened you, coming back to you as I did, but you must know you have never burdened me. I had to find you. To thank you. To know your name.

Do you remember trying to feed us? I could barely drink water. Do you remember teaching me to walk again, longer than a minute at a time, stepping slowly over and behind us. Harrow never made a face at the indignity but I can only imagine. I can only imagine. Or I thought, at the time, but now it is I can only imagine your endless patience, the gentle crinkle of your eyes, the eased lines in your face. Do you remember speaking to us in Corpus, you have the very. The very cutest of an accent, you know. Do you remember when I tried to reply in Orokin? Guiding my hand on the script. It has never been very important that I talk, before I met you. You wanted very much for me to have a proper voice. It has been confusing for. For me. If I am not BKH-S serial number 7449-0938, who am I? If I am not just Us, if I am not just innumerable in the swarm, who am I?

Well, I think I am pigeon, or dove. Or Florix-S, or Florix, maybe.

Do you remember kneeling down at our feet? I had never seen such a thing. From Tenno? How silly. How silly. Hhow utterly absurd. I felt like I should kneel down, too. But so you wanted to be there, so I didn’t. And you said I could have whatever I wanted. I could go wherever I wanted. There were people in the Origin System that would welcome me just as you had, that would be honored. Honored. To have us. To have me, to recognize skill in me. Worth. If I wanted, even, I could go back to my station in the Corpus, and it would be. It would be OK. If that’s what I wanted.

It has been difficult. Accepting this way that you have spoken to me. That I would have these things, but also, more, that maybe you did not wish for me to stay. That this is why you told me so. I understand now, Highway.

You have always. Always, always wanted to set me free.

My love. I ask now that you understand me. You have set me free. And with it I have made my very first choice in my life, and it is you. And this one I will make again and again. Please choose me back, Highway, my heart cannot stand it if you do not. I am pigeon, or dove, so I will come back and back and back. We are forever grateful. For everything you have done for us. For me. But it is not why I stay; I do not feel so indebted, and you must believe that I know what debt feels like. I love you. I love your smile, and your humor, and your melancholy. The way you express yourself. I like the way your hair falls around your face. I like your feathers and your scales. You have watched this body,

me and us. Warp. And change. And have only loved us all the more for it. You pinch our ears between your fingers. You run your hands over vein and sinew, you spread the wings open. You run your hand down this strange shape of our legs and lift them

touch. Touch touch touch. Touch me. I want you under my skin. I could not be close enough but I will take all you can give and I will be hhappy for it. I give all of myself to you.

My nurse marvels at me. She. She says my condition is

It is scary. Knowing it? I will last. Our kin live forever. But then. But then it is I will not be lost to you. We peer into this endless future. We look back, where we stretch,

Highway. I will stay with you. We will walk forward together. I am your pigeon, I am your dove.

[mask131]

A fantasy read-list: B-2

Part B: The First Classical Fantasy

2) On the other side, a century of France... 

As I said in my previous post, for this section I will limit myself to two geographical areas: on one side the British Isles (especially England/Scotland), and now France. More specifically, the France of fairytales! 

Maybe you didn’t know, but the genre of fairy tales, and the very name “fairy tale” was invented by the French! Now, it is true that fairytales existed long before that as oral tales spread from generations to generations, and it is also true that fairy tales had entered literature and been written down before the French started to write down their own... But the fairytale genre as we know it today, and the specific name “fairy tale”, “conte de fées”, is a purely French AND literary invention. 

# If we really want to go back to the very roots of fairy tales in literature, the oldest fairytale text we have still today, it would be a specific segment of Apuleius’ The Golden Ass (or The Metamorphoses depending on your favorite title). In it, you find the Tale of Psyche and Cupid, and this story, which got MASSIVELY popular during the Renaissance, is actually the “original” fairytale. In it you will find all sorts of very common fairytale tropes and elements (the hidden husband one must not see, the wicked stepmother imposing three impossible tasks, the bride wandering in search of her missing husband and asking inanimate elements given a voice...), as well as the traditional fairytale context (an old woman telling the story to a younger audience to carry a specific message). In fact, all French fairytale authors recognized Psyche and Cupid as an influence and inspiration for their own tales, often making references to it, or including it among the “fairytales” of their time. 

# The French invented the genre and baptized it, but the Italian started writing the tales and began the new fashion! The first true corpus, the first literary block of fairytales, is actually dating from the 16th century Italy. Two authors, Straparola and Basile, inspired by the structure, genre and enormous success of Boccace’s Decameron, published two anthologies respectively titled, Piacevoli Notti (The Facetious Nights) and the Pentamerone, or The Tale of Tales. These books were anthologies of what we would call today fairytales, stories of metamorphosed princes, and fairies, and ogres, and magical animals, and bizarre transformations, and curses needing to be broken, and damsels needing to be rescued... In fact, these books contain the “literary ancestors” and the “literary prototypes” of some of the very famous fairytales we know today. The ancestors of Sleeping Beauty (The Sun, the Moon and Thalia), Cinderella (Cenerentola), Snow-White (Lo cuorvo/The Raven), Rapunzel (Petrosinella) or Puss in Boots (Costantino Fortunato, Cagliuso)... 

However be warned: these books were intended to be licentious, rude and saucy. They were not meant to be refined and delicate tales - far from it! Scatological jokes are found everywhere, many of the tales are sexual in nature, there’s a lot of very gory and bloody moments... It was basically a series sex-blood-and-poop supernatural comedies where most of the characters were grotesque caricatures or laughable beings. We are far, far away from the Disney fairytales... 

# The big success and admiration caused by the Italian works prompted however the French to try their hand at the genre. They took inspiration from these stories, as well as from the actual oral fairytales that were told and spread in France itself, and turned them into literary works meant to entertain the salons and the courts. This was the birth of the French fairytale, at the end of the 17th century - and the birth of the fairytale itself, since the name “fairy tale” was invented to designate the work of these authors. 

The greatest author of French fairytale is, of course, Charles Perrault with his Histoires ou Contes du Temps Passé (Stories or Tales of the Past), mistakenly referred to by everyone today as Les Contes de Ma Mère L’Oie (Mother Goose Fairytales - no relationship to the Mother Goose of nursery rhymes). Charles Perrault is today the only name remembered by the general public and audience when it comes to fairytales. He is THE face of fairytales in France and part of the “trio of fairytale names” alongside Grimm and Andersen. He wrote some of the most famous fairytales: Sleeping Beauty, Puss in Boots, Cinderella... He also wrote fairytales that are considered today classics of French culture, even though they are not as well known internationally: Donkey Skin, Diamonds and Toads or Little Thumbling. The first Disney fairytale movies (Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella) were based on his stories! 

But another name should seat alongside his. If Charles Perrault was the father of fairytales, madame d’Aulnoy was their mother. She was for centuries just as famous and recognized as Charles Perrault - when Tchaikovsky made his “Sleeping Beauty” ballet, he made heavy references to both Perrault and d’Aulnoy - only to be completely ignored and erased by the late 19th and early 20th centuries, for all sorts of reasons (including the fact she was a woman). But Madame d’Aulnoy had stories translated all the way to Russia and India, and she wrote twice more fairytales as Perrault, and she was the author of the very first chronological French fairytale! (L’Ile de la Félicité, The Island of Felicity). Her fairytales were compiled in Les Contes des Fées (The Tales of Fairies), and Contes Nouveaux, ou Les Fées à la mode (New Tales, or Fairies in fashion) - and while for quite some times madame d’Aulnoy fell into obscurity, many of her tales are still known somehow and stayed classics that people could not attribute a name to. The White Doe (an incorrect translation of “The Doe in the Wood), The White Cat, The Blue Bird, The Sheep, Cunning Cinders, The Orange-Tree and the Bee, The Yellow Dwarf, The Story of Pretty Goldilocks (an incorrect translation of “Beauty with Golden Hair”), Green Serpent... 

A similar warning should be held as with the Italian fairytales - because the French fairytales aren’t exactly as you would imagine. These fairytales were very literary - far away from the short, lacking, simplified folklore-like tales a la Grimm. They were pieces of literature meant to be read as entertainment for aristocrats and bourgeois, in literary salons. As a result, these pieces were heavily influenced (and heavily referenced) things such as the Greco-Roman poems, or the medieval Arthuriana tales, and the most shocking and vulgar sexual and scatological elements of the Italian fairytales were removed (the violence and bloody part sometimes also). But it doesn’t mean these stories were the innocent tales we know today either... These fairytales were aimed at adults, and written by adults - which means, beyond all the cultural references, there are a lot of wordplays, social critics, courtly caricatures and hidden messages between the lines. The sexual elements might not be overtly present for example, but they are here, and can be found for those that pay attention. These stories have “morals” at the end, but if you pay attention to the tale and read carefully, you realize these morals either do not make any sense or are inadequated to the tales they come with - and that’s because fairy tales were deeply subversive and humoristic tales. People today forgot that these fairytales were meant to be read, re-read, analyzed and dissected by those that spend their days reading and discussing about it - things are never so simple... 

# While Perrault and d’Aulnoy are the two giants of French fairytales, and the ones embodying the genre by themselves, they were but part of a wider circle of fairytale authors who together built the genre at the end of the 17th century. But unfortunately most of them fell into obscurity... Perrault for example had a series of back-and-forth coworks with a friend named Catherine Bernard and his niece mademoiselle Lhéritier, both fairytale authors too. In fact, the “game” of their “discussion through their work” can be seen in a series of three fairytales that they wrote together, each author varying on a given story and referencing each-other in the process: Catherine Bernard wrote Riquet à la houppe (Riquet with the Tuft), Charles Perrault wrote his own Riquet à la houppe in return, and mademoiselle Lhéritier formed a third variation with the story Ricdin-Ricdon. Other fairytale authors of the time include madame de Murat/comtesse de Murat, mademoiselle de La Force, or Louise de Bossigny/comtesse d’Auneuil. Yes, the fairytale scene was dominated by women, since the fairytale as a genre we perceived as “feminine” in nature. There were however a few men in it too, alongside Perrault, such as the knight de Mailly with his Les Illustres Fées (Illustrious Fairies) or Jean de Préchac with his Contes moins contes que les autres (Fairy tales less fairy than others). 

A handful of these fairytales not written by either Perrault or d’Aulnoy ended up translated in English by Andrew Lang, who included them in his famous Fairy Books. For example, The Wizard King, Alphege or the Green Monkey, Fairer-than-a-Fairy (The Yellow Fairy Book) or The Story of the Queen of the Flowery Isles (The Grey Fairy Book).

# These people were however only the first wave, the first generation of what would become a “century of fairytales” in France. After this first wave, the publication of a new work at the beginning of the 18th century shook French literature: Antoine Galland translation+rewriting of The One Thousand and One Nights, also known later as The Arabian Nights. This work created a new wave and passion in France for “Arabian-flavored fairytales”. Everybody knows the Arabian Nights today, thanks to the everlasting success of some of its pieces (Aladdin, Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves, Sinbad the Sailor, The Tale of Scheherazade...), but less people know that after its publication in France tons of other books were published, either translating-rewriting actual Arabian folktales, or completely inventing Arabian-flavors fairytales to ride on the new fashion. Pétis de la Croix published Les Milles et Un Jours, Contes Persans, “The One Thousand and One Days, Persian tales” to rival Galland’s own book. Jean-Paul Bignon wrote a book called Les Aventures d’Abdalla (The Adventures of Abdalla), and Jacques Cazotte a fairytale called La Patte de Chat (The Cat’s Paw). I could go on to list a lot of works, but to show you the “One Thousand and One” mania - after the success of 1001 Nights and 1001 Days, a man called Thomas-Simon Gueulette came to bank on the phenomenon, and wrote, among other things, The One Thousand and One Hours, Peruvian tales and The One Thousand and One Quarter-of-Hours, Tartar Tales. 

# Then came what could be considered either the second or third “wave” or “generation” of fairytales. It is technically the third since it follows the original wave (Perrault and d’Aulnoy times, end of the 17th) and the Arabian wave (begining of the 18th). But it can also be counted as the second generation, since it was the decision in the mid 18th century to rewrite French fairytales a la Perrault and d’Aulnoy, rejecting the whole Arabian wave that had fallen over literature. So, technically the “return” of French fairytales. 

The most defining and famous story to come of this generation was, Beauty and the Beast. The version most well-known today, due to being the shortest, most simplified and most recent, was the one written by Mme Leprince de Beaumont, in her Magasin des Enfants. Beaumont’s Magasin des Enfants was heavily praised and a great best-seller at the time because she was the one who had the idea of making fairytales 1- for children and 2- educational, with ACTUAL morals in them, and not fake or subversive morals like before. If people think fairytales are sweet stories for children, it is partially her fault, as she began the creation of what we would call today “children literature”. However Leprince de Beaumont did not invent the Beauty and the Beast fairytale - in truth she rewrote a previous literary version, much longer and more complex, written by madame de Villeneuve in her book La Jeune Américaine et les contes marins (The Young American Girl and the sea tales). Madame de Villeneuve was another fairy-tale author of this “fairytale renewal”. Other names I could mention are the comtesse de Ségur, who wrote a set of fairytales that were translated in English as Old French Fairytales (she was also a defender of fairytales being made into educational stories for children), and mademoiselle de Lubert, who went the opposite road and rather tried to recreate subversive, comical, bizarre fairytales in the style of madame d’Aulnoy - writing tales such as Princess Camion, Bear Skin, Prince Glacé et Princesse Etincelante (Prince Frozen and Princess Shining), Blancherose (Whiterose)... 

Similarly to what I described before, a lot of these fairytales ended up in Andrew Lang’s Fairy Books. Prince Hyacinth and the Dear Little Princess, Prince Darling (The Blue Fairy Book), Rosanella, The Fairy Gifts (The Green Fairy Book)... 

# The “century of fairy tales” in France ended up with the publication of one specific book - or rather a set of books. Le Cabinet des Fées, by Charles-Joseph Meyer. As we reached the end of the 18th century, Meyer noticed that fairy tales had fallen out of fashion. None were written anymore, nobody was interested in them, nothing was reprinted, and a lot of fairytales (and their authors) were starting to fall into oblivion. Meyer, who was a massive fan of fairytales, hated that, and decided to preserve the fairytale genre by collecting ALL of the literary fairytales of France in one big anthology. It took him four years of publication, from 1785 to 1789, but in a total of forty-one books he managed to collect and compile the greatest collection of French literary fairytales that was ever known - even saving from destruction a handful of anonymous fairytales we wouldn’t know existed today if it wasn’t for his work. In a paradoxical way, while this ultimate collection did save the fairytale genre from disappearing, it also marked the end of the “century of fairytales”, as it set in stone what had been done before and marked in the history of literature the fairytale genre as “closed off”. All the French fairytales were here to be read, and there was nothing more to add. 

Ironically, Le Cabinet des Fées itself was only reprinted and republished a handful of times, due to how big it was. The latest reprints are from the 19th century if I recall correctly - and after that, there was a time where Le Cabinet was nowhere to be found except in antique shops and private collections. It is only in very recent time (the late 2010s) that France rediscovered the century of fairytales and that new reprints came out - on one side you have cut-down and shortened versions of Le Cabinet published for everybody to read, and on the other you have extended, annotated, full reprints of Le Cabinet with additional tales Meyer missed that are sold for professional critics, teachers, students and historians of literature. But the existence of Le Cabinet, and Meyer’s great efforts to collect as much fairytales as possible, would go on to inspire other men in later centuries, inciting them to collect on their own fairytales... Men such as the brothers Grimm. 

[klapollo]

i cannot stress enough that a lot of the lyrics spotify gives you are literally just wrong. do not rely on them at all. check genius. theyre not 100 percent but spotify is wrong SO much more often. it told me the girl gec was saying "corpse bride" on hand crushed by a mallet and i was like why does she say it like cor-pus lol how silly and then i checked genius and she's saying "corpus" and it's intentional wordplay. you have to pay money to access this dogass feature btw

[harrowharks-iliac-crest]

9

Skull: 7th.

Present chapter, after passing through the River.

You were at a funeral. You knew its bride; you’d killed her.

That explains the skull, I think.

Interesting bone-chapel you're in here, Harrow. Femur tiles? How do you know it's femurs if they're square?

It was only the fourth funeral you had ever been to where you had been responsible for the corpse.

Ominous. The other three I can't even speculate about. The children who were killed before Harrow was born - it can't be them, presumably the funeral was held before she was born as well. If not, then she would still be too young to remember. Her parents didn't get funerals. Mortus, perhaps? That's a tentative One accounted for. Two more? Interesting.

All the eulogies and speaking of the past that the Lyctors are doing is going right over my head, again.

but the strange Lyctor they had both called Augustine did. He looked down his long nose at you both, and he remarked: “Well, which one of the kiddies did her in?” The Emperor said sharply, “That doesn’t matter.”

Nah, it's a fair question. I'd want to know as well.

But really, if anything, it was Palamedes. He certainly did the groundwork, Harrow couldn't have done anything without him.

“He’s never been particularly interested in the day-to-day,” said the Emperor. “But he is interested in you-know-what, and I’m just thinking, if he’s heard, and maybe put two and two together…” God said, “He had a mission. The Saint of Duty reflects his name.”

One Lyctor is absent, one who isn't interested in the day-to-day, but is interested in You-Know-What.

You know what??????

Oh, and here he is, making his entrance fashionably late.

“It caught up with us,” said the stranger. “The brain is already in the River. If we drop through the waters we’ll run into it no matter what direction we go. The corpus will be here in just under ten months, and it will be full of Heralds. Run, or fight?”

Is the You-know-what the resurrection beast?

“Yes,” said God. “Stay, I do think.” And, lowly: “Thank you for making it home, Ortus the First.” [...] You silently crumpled up in the transept and hit your head quite hard on the tiles before you were rendered senseless. Under the circumstances it took people quite a long time to notice.

Oh, yes I remember that name from the Dramatis Personae. Harrow didn't get that luxury. It seems just the name of her supposed Cavalier is enough to do... something to her, to her brain.

Wowie.

[wolftheidioticfan]

I hear you're lookin' for a way to fight the Corpus bride She's workin' in my mind And you're lookin' for a way to crush It's not enough You fucked up your last try

[georgi-girl]

Fury Road

Original meme belongs to Archangel470

I really wanted to do a Fury Road recast and since I couldn't any official ones, I used the Action Movie Cast meme (which was inspired by Fury Road)

The cast is this...

Hero: Larn (Fire and Ice) in the role of Max. He was separated from his tribe and was trying to find them when a posse of war boys captured him. Now he's caught up in a high-octane power struggle.

Hero's Love Interest (platonic, not romantic) : Marina (Sinbad; Legend of the Seven Seas) in the role of Furiosa. She was stuck working for the Warlord and plans to get the hell back to her ancestral home The Green Place. And she's bringing some friends with her.

The Villain: Jafar (Aladdin) in the role of Immorton Joe. He's the tyrannical Warlord ruling over a canyon oasis. His prized possessions are the unfortunate women he's chosen as his brides.

The Sidekick: Taron (The Black Cauldron) in the role of Nux. In this verse, he's called Tarry Black due to his black hair. He adores the Warlord with all his soul, and is distraught when he constantly fails him. Being with the freedom convoy gives him a new, better purpose in life.

The Traitor: Snow White (Happily Ever After) in the role of Cheedo. One of Jafars' former brides, she's called Snowflake due to her pale skin and fragile demeaner. When a big chase kills one of her fellow escapees, she panics and tries to run back to Jafar. (She's stopped though)

The Villains' Bodyguard: Mr. Hyde (The Pagemaster) in the role of Rictus Erectus. Jafar's oldest son, deform in body and mind, his one purpose in life is to lead his father's army.

The Hero's Superiors: Amalthia (Last Unicorn) and Yum-Yum (The Thief and the Cobbler) in the roles of Dag and Toast respectively. Called Shiny and Yummy, they adapt to life outside the quickest. When Snowflake tries to run back, they tackle her together. They've never met a man like Larn; when they tell him to do something, he does it with no argument. They quite enjoy that.

The Redeemer: Kaley (Quest for Camelot) in the role of Capable. Everyone calls her Dame. When she sees Tarry Black crying in the back of the rig. She comforts him and encourages him to keep living.

The Villains' Henchman: Dr. Vigglestien (Nightmare Before Christmas) in the role of the Organic Mechanic. Jafar's private doctor, and the only other man allowed to touch the brides.

The One Who Dies First: Odette (The Swan Princess) in the role of Splendid: Jafars' favorite bride and carrier of his next child. known as Golden, she's the bravest of the escapees. She's killed during the chase that freaks out Snowflake and strands Tar on the rig, and her baby dies with her.

Also starring...

Grumpy (Snow White) in the role of Corpus Colossus

Tala (Brother Bear) as the Keeper of the Seeds

Grandma Fa (Mulan) as Miss Giddy

All characters belong to their respective companies.

[ihatetheinternetandeveryoneonit]

since you asked; 🍧, 🌙, 👑, ❤️, and💧 for enid and czitrin!

Thanks!

Sorry their backstories involve some Morrowind and Daggerfall-era lore.

cw: pregnancy losses, mental health issues

Czitrin:

🍧 Czitrin carries a lot of belongings from her childhood, but the most significant one is a necklace with a powerful enchantment that her father made. However, the enchantment, powerful as it is, is ultimately useless now as it is used to detect Dwemer. He gave it to her in case she got lost in the corpusarium so she could always find him. It has not activated since his death 200 years ago.

🌙 Czitrin's greatest wish is to find a way to restore the Dwemer race and culture. It has been her life's mission ever since she sat with her father telling her stories of their people, and it only intensified after Red Mountain erupted and he died as they were unable to evacuate him. Czitrin feels this intense responsibility and will literally do anything to achieve it. When she takes the risk of reading an elder scroll only for it to tell her that it's impossible, she betrays the team to Hermaus Mora so she can learn how to zero-sum all of Nirn just like the Dwemer did thousands of years ago.

👑 Czitrin wishes to be remembered as the mother of the second golden age of the Dwemer race. But to the rest of the world, she goes by the alias of "Madam Anat" of the Telvanni.

💓 Sofia gets Czitrin's heart racing, much to her chagrin. Romance, especially with another woman, is a huge distraction from her mission of restoring her near-extinct race.

💧 Czitrin has struggled with infertility, and has had a string of pregnancy losses. Part of her "mission" is to physically bring more Dwemer children into the world, but her corpus-made body can't handle it. For all her many faults, Czitrin would be a very loving and devoted mother. She has had many encounters with random men (seeking "strong specimens" in particular, including an awkward attempt with Kaidan), and sex is an unpleasant chore. She truly likes women instead, but ignores her attractions as a "distraction" from her goals.

Enid:

🍧 A bit boring, but Enid is very minimalist and doesn't have any sentimental items. She doesn't like to be reminded of her upbringing on the isle of Betony.

🌙 Enid has given up on dreams and feels incredibly unworthy. She would tell you she wishes for liquor and joins the team in hopes that she has a chance to stock up on her favorite brew (Dwynnian whiskey), but deep down her greatest wish is to make peace with her preteen son and for him to live a safe and peaceful life. Unfortunately for her, he's the dragonborn, and a troublemaker.

👑 Enid would be happy to fade into obscurity, but she wouldn't mind anonymously publishing her findings on mysticism and especially alteration. She has been able to replicate a couple spells previously lost to time, such as slowfall and feather. The Synod would probably suppress it if she did, though.

💓 Kaidan gets Enid's heart racing, much to her chagrin. She goes full tsundere just to be sure, but is pretty certain that he has no interest in a washed-up single mother mage. Romance has brought her nothing but pain and distrust, and she's reluctant to even form friendships. A much more acceptable way to get her heart racing is a good smut novel--Thief of Virtue being her favorite.

💧 Enid gave birth to Rufus at 19 years old in Windhelm after dropping out of the College of Winterhold and marrying Ulfic Stormcloak. Through the course of their marriage, the growing post-war xenophobia in Skyrim--Windhelm in particular--led Ulfric to grow cold toward his young Breton bride and she was shunned away to an empty wing of the palace shortly after giving birth. Fending for herself and suffering under what the isle of Betony called "Mara's curse" (or what we would call Post-Partum Depression), Enid eventually went mad and begged the servants to take her baby. She was accused of trying to kill Rufus and banished from the hold. Ever since then, she has lived on a tiny island on Lake Ilinalta, feeling hollow and self-loathing, until Lucien and Sofia discover her and drag her along for adventure.