#cothurned

[chic-a-gigot]

Journal des Dames et des Modes, Costume Parisien, 15 mars 1799, An 7 (95): Chapeau à fond plissé, orné d'une demi-Guirlande. Spencer Bordé en Velours. Collection of the Rijksmuseum, Netherlands

Woman with child in hand. Hat, pleated at the back, decorated with flowers: 'demi-garland'. Spencer trimmed in velvet. Shoes with crossed ribbons and pointed toes (cothurnes). The print is part of the fashion magazine Journal des Dames et des Modes, published by Sellèque, Paris, 1797-1839.

[inlovewithaspiderguy]

*looks up Roman sandals* oh wow trypophobia is fucking shit

[astorythatwritesitself]

Okay so you're persistently stuck for a Setting Name, and don't quite want to Thedas it, but you can't come up with anything better?

Stick whatever letters you're working with/like into this bastard and see what comes out. It couldn't hurt!

[les-cris-des-fendues]

Emilia Castañeda Martínez.

A une mendiante rousse

Blanche fille aux cheveux roux, Dont la robe par ses trous Laisse voir la pauvreté Et la beauté,

Pour moi, poète chétif, Ton jeune corps maladif, Plein de taches de rousseur, A sa douceur.

Tu portes plus galamment Qu'une reine de roman Ses cothurnes de velours Tes sabots lourds.

Au lieu d'un haillon trop court, Qu'un superbe habit de cour Traîne à plis bruyants et longs Sur tes talons ;

En place de bas troués, Que pour les yeux des roués Sur ta jambe un poignard d'or Reluise encor ;

Que des nœuds mal attachés Dévoilent pour nos péchés Tes deux beaux seins, radieux Comme des yeux ;

Que pour te déshabiller Tes bras se fassent prier Et chassent à coups mutins Les doigts lutins,

Perles de la plus belle eau, Sonnets de maître Belleau Par tes galants mis aux fers Sans cesse offerts,

Valetaille de rimeurs Te dédiant leurs primeurs Et contemplant ton soulier Sous l'escalier,

Maint page épris du hasard, Maint seigneur et maint Ronsard Épieraient pour le déduit Ton frais réduit !

Tu compterais dans tes lits Plus de baisers que de lis Et rangerais sous tes lois Plus d'un Valois !

- Cependant tu vas gueusant Quelque vieux débris gisant Au seuil de quelque Véfour De carrefour ;

Tu vas lorgnant en dessous Des bijoux de vingt-neuf sous Dont je ne puis, oh ! pardon ! Te faire don.

Va donc ! sans autre ornement, Parfum, perles, diamant, Que ta maigre nudité, Ô ma beauté !

Charles Baudelaire - "Tableaux parisiens, les Fleurs du mal"

[christian-dubuis-santini]

«La jeunesse est horrible : c’est une scène où, sur les hauts cothurnes et dans les costumes les plus variés, des enfants s’agitent et profèrent des formules apprises qu’ils comprennent à moitié, mais auxquelles ils tiennent fanatiquement.» (Milan Kundera, La plaisanterie)

[ripeteeth]

“[…] In wrestling, a man down is exaggeratedly so, filling the spectators’ entire field of vision with the intolerable spectacle of his powerlessness.

This emphatic function is quite the same as the one in ancient theatre, whose resources, language and its accessories (masks and cothurns), concurred in the exaggeratedly visible explanation of a Necessity. The gesture of the vanquished wrestler signifying to the world a defeat which, far from concealing, he accentuates and holds like a pedal point, corresponds to the mask in antiquity intended to signify the tragic tone of the spectacle. In wrestling, as on the stage in antiquity, one is not ashamed of one’s suffering, one knows how to cry, one has a taste for tears.”

Roland Barthes, In The Ring from Mythologies

[scottrobrubin]

a canvas from some days ago featuring More Of Him(tm) and some friends' characters

Aggie (character on top) belongs to @ozones_lair on twitter Buskin (character on bottom right) belongs to Buskin Cothurn

[lovelylexis]

Cothurnal

of, like or pertaining to tragedy

[kecobe]

Modern Grace, or, The Operatical Finale to the Ballet of Alonzo e Caro James Gillray (British; 1756–1815) Hand-colored etching on wove paper, 1796 Yale University Library, The Lewis Walpole Library, Farmington, Connecticut

Publisher: Hannah Humphrey, New Bond Street, London

“Didelot dances on the stage between two women, both very lightly clad in quasi-classical costume, and wearing ‘cothurnes.’ He wears a feathered hat, tunic, and cloak, and looks towards Mme Parisot (right); she strikes an attitude with right leg raised and arms extended, and looks alluringly towards him, her right breast bare. Mme Rose (left), his wife, dances with more restraint, her sharp-featured profile turned austerely towards her husband. All wave their arms above their heads, and their attitudes are in fact graceful (though caricatured). Two plump ‘danseuses’ (left and right) whirl on one toe in the background. Behind Didelot is an irradiated sun, with features looking down disapprovingly at the dancer.” — British Museum online catalogue

[bandnameserver]

Cothurns

[chic-a-gigot]

Journal des Dames et des Modes, Costume Parisien, 2 juin 1798, An 6, (23): Jeune élégante Revenant de la Promenade en Négligé du Matin. Dessinée Rue Vivienne. Collection of the Rijksmuseum, Netherlands

'Néglige' for the morning. Dotted hat trimmed with a transparent strip of fabric. Long scarf around the shoulders, handkerchief, flat shoes with ribbons (cothurnes). According to the caption, the young elegant woman has just returned from her walk and this scene is drawn from life on the 'Rue Vivienne'. The print is part of the fashion magazine Journal des Dames et des Modes, published by Sellèque, Paris, 1797-1839.

[corbenic]

Princess Imperial 1.15

Evie returned to her dorm room to discover her roommate—or cothurne, in the strange parlance of the grandes écoles—balanced precariously on a chair, crookedly taping posters of k-pop bands to the wall. Fiona Masséna was tall and skinny, with long legs. Her round face was round featured full cheeks that were permanently flushed pink. Her stick-straight black hair ended at her shoulders. She wore a green cashmere sweater and high-waisted jeans.

Two young men stood nearby. The first was gangly. His dark hair was slicked into a pompadour. Thin gold wire-frame glasses perched on his hooked nose. He wore a burgundy turtleneck, a houndstooth blazer, straight-leg jeans, and black tennis shoes. He studied the posters plastered on her side of the room. “Don’t tell me you liked that Beauty and the Beast film,” he said.

“The music is good,” said Fiona.

The second man grimaced. “It is an objectively terrible movie.” He was several inches shorter than his companion. He’d opted for a slightly less conservative outfit: white t-shirt, skinny jeans, cognac leather jacket, matching boots. A Cartier watch glimmered on his wrist. His hair was chopped short, military-style. It was either brown with hints of red or red with hints of brown. He stood with an easy elegance, the sort of nonchalance that Evie had spent years trying to copy.

He was beautiful in the same way as an expensive sports car. His high cheekbones and straight nose gave him a sharp, distinguished look. A thrill ran down Evie’s spine as she took in his broad shoulders and muscled arms.

The door slammed shut behind her. All three of them turned to Evie.

Read the rest at princessimperial.com

[ochoislas]

EL ARTE

Sí, la obra nace más bella de aquel medio que al labrarlo se subleva: verso, esmalte, ónice o mármol.

¡No son falsas cortapisas! Sino que para andar recto, Musa, pisas con alto coturno estrecho.

¡Fuera los cómodos ritmos, como el holgado zapato, de un estilo a todo pie acomodado!

Escultor digno, rechaza blanda arcilla que los dedos de sí amasan cuando ya el alma está lejos;

de Carrara vence el mármol, o aquél de Paros más duro y más raro, custodios del perfil puro;

el bronce siracusano prohíja, que cuaja terso, resaltando el rasgo soberbio y tierno;

con sutil mano noble, en turbia veta persigue, de sardónice, del dios Apolo la efigie.

Pintor, desecha la acuarela, y los quebradizos tonos fuerte templa de esmaltador en el horno.

Haz azules las sirenas, retorciéndoles las colas con mil vueltas, las quimeras fantasiosas.

En trilobulado nimbo la Virgen eterna plasma con el Niño, en el orbe la cruz planta.

Todo pasa. Sólo recio cobra el arte eternidad. Monumento queda, muere la ciudad;

y la medalla austera, que tiene su acuñador bajo tierra, revela un emperador.

Los propios dioses perecen, mas los soberanos versos permanecen, más fuertes que los aceros.

Labra, cincela, burila; ¡que tu vagaroso sueño la remisa mole imprima con su sello!

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L’ART

Oui, l’œuvre sort plus belle D’une forme au travail        Rebelle, Vers, marbre, onyx, émail.

Point de contraintes fausses ! Mais que pour marcher droit        Tu chausses, Muse, un cothurne étroit !

Fi du rythme commode, Comme un soulier trop grand,        Du mode Que tout pied quitte et prend !

Statuaire, repousse L’argile que pétrit        Le pouce Quand flotte ailleurs l’esprit ;

Lutte avec le carrare, Avec le paros dur        Et rare, Gardiens du contour pur ;

Emprunte à Syracuse Son bronze où fermement        S’accuse Le trait fier et charmant ;

D’une main délicate Poursuis dans un filon        D’agate Le profil d’Apollon.

Peintre, fuis l’aquarelle, Et fixe la couleur        Trop frêle Au four de l’émailleur ;

Fais les sirènes bleues, Tordant de cent façons        Leurs queues, Les monstres des blasons ;

Dans son nimbe trilobe La Vierge et son Jésus,        Le globe Avec la croix dessus.

Tout passe. — L’art robuste Seul a l’éternité : Le buste Survit à la cité,

Et la médaille austère Que trouve un laboureur        Sous terre Révèle un empereur.

Les dieux eux-mêmes meurent. Mais les vers souverains        Demeurent Plus forts que les airains.

Sculpte, lime, cisèle ; Que ton rêve flottant        Se scelle Dans le bloc résistant !

Théophile Gautier

di-versión©ochoislas

[astorythatwritesitself]

It’s Blursday!! 🖤💜

You’ve given your characters the dreaded IKEA divorcemaker: the LIATORP TV storage combination. Obviously, this is no two-man job; no, with its 30+ page instruction manual, we’ve got all hands on deck for this one!

Who’s:

Tossing the instructions aside and diving straight in

Actually reading the instructions and making sure they have all the parts and tools

Gets the “most important job”: holding the hammer until it’s needed and not touching ANYTHING ELSE OH MY GOD

Providing snacks, drinks, moral support, and has a therapist on speed dial

Just here to take directions

Already has the bookshelf built, was this supposed to be hard?

— @outpost51

OH FUN 😂 Let's go with the Cothurn/Untitled OC Project crew!

Elora just dives the fuck in. She's been building and repairing shit for years - yes the Eyrie has a dedicated shipwright, it's her, you don't grow up on a marina and on boats without learning lol. Bookshelves ain't shit.

Elena, naturally, is thoroughly reading the manual and trying to alert her gf that they are missing 3 parts and have duplicates of 2 more (???)

Yami is. By unanimous synchronicity of all present brain cells. Given the hammer and moved a solid four feet away from the work zone. She's discouraged from even looking at it for too long tbh 😂

Annette and Dracul are running joint snack/support roles, and Annette doesn't have a therapist on speed dial (bad experiences), but is willing to listen.

Sam's there to take direction... in theory. (Reality is, she's trying to stack pieces from a whole other kit while everyone's debating)

Aaron finished building it 10 minutes ago - no, not with the cheap particle board everyone else is fussing over, he has standards goddamn it. He just recreated it in a nice hardwood.

[magicalshe-archive]

      @cothurnal \\  ❤️’d this post for a dark!verse starter

   ⟣ ☠⟢  ─────  The little silver collar fastened into place around the other’s neck with just a snap of the witch’s fingers. ❝ Don’t get too excited yet, honey. I might have saved you, but I also plan on keeping you. Lamia are nearly extinct on this planet, so I plan to make good use of you.  ❞ Keeping someone as dangerous as Hako in her basement was a gamble. But she had played with fire before, she was ready to do it again. The witch had planned fairly well by setting up her large basement as a sort or apartment for the male. The underground room was more than big enough for the lamia. And with the glowing crystals embedded in the ceiling, it gave the room and almost cave-like feel.

    ❝ I promise to be good to you, as long as you behave. I’ll keep you safe, fed, and even give you nice things. But, I have a few needs that have to be met first. ❞

[ecarlaite-blog]

*:･ﾟ✧   𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁  ―  CLOSED.   ･   (  @cothurnal  )

          ah yes , her absolute favorite  (  & the only one she knew  )  lamia .     there’s no hesitance to give a warm wave to hakö to bid him a greeting , partaking in sitting right beside him to pay him some quality time .          ❛   have you been well , my dear ?   ❜