#mesarthim

[honeyjynxxed]

What Choice but Simple Duty?

Korako was there, kneeling in the entrance to the nursery. On her shoulder the white, spectral bird that haunted the streets of...His mouth swallowed around the taste of ash at even the thought of his city's false name. His hands were covered in blood, it streaked across his chest and his face in terrible splashes. Where his sword hung in his hands it dripped to the floor painfully loud amidst the silence. The Citadel had never been this quiet before. Always in some corner there was sound and life and existence.

Now the blue of it was stained red in too many places to count. Viscera and blood from not just the gods but those too who's minds had been too broken to allow to live. They who cried at the discovery of the bodies instead of cheered, they who turned on them with threats and fear and grief. In his chest Eril-Fane felt that same grief try to stir time and time again but his fury kept cutting it back each time. He couldn't afford to let a single thought stray him from his task. He raised his sword, stolen from the collection of the god king, prepared to strike the Goddess of Secrets down when she spoke, her eyes meeting his.

"The children-" She appeared to cut herself off, voice thick with her own unshed tears. "Their talents-" A man makes painful choices.

Eril-Fane's blade swung true and her head rolled into her own pleading and outstretched hands before her body slumped over. When he stepped over her body into the nursery he saw two women, nursemaids, already dead and couldn't decide if Korako had done this or not. She'd not had any blood on her hands or her clothes but that didn't mean she wasn't capable. Already several of the chil- godspawn he corrected himself lay dead in their cots. Now was the time to finish them off.

For Azareen, his beauty, what choice but simple duty? These thoughts consumed his mind but they were not enough to drown out the screams of the terrified and dying children around him. He was not the only one dirtying his hands though. They all had a past to bury in this room.

[columnistfromtheabyss]

Review: Mesarthim – Anthropic Bias/Departure (Avantgarde)

My review of Mesarthim's Anthropic Bias/Departure, written for Heavy Music HQ:

Mesarthim, a band that has swiftly risen to prominence in the atmospheric black metal scene in less than a decade, have always been driven by profound concepts such as cosmos and existence. Their remarkable evolution, culminating in their latest album Anthropic Bias / Departure, a compilation of two singles released over the past year, marks the band’s arrival at a point of coherent songwriting and production.

If the new album brings Pain or the latest The Kovenant albums to mind, you’re on the right track. You might even catch echoes of Norwegian symphonic black metal. Mesarthim’s transition from an Appalachian black metal-inspired act to an electronic/trance-fused, progressive-tinged symphonic black metal band is a testament to their versatility. While retaining its original core, this transformation is a journey worth exploring. The two long songs on the 37 minute album provide the band with extensive space to develop their dynamism and test their ability to maintain a cohesive musical texture. While Anthropic Bias / Departure may not represent a new direction, it certainly showcases the band’s maturation and the creation of a work that could attract new fans.

Rating: 3.5/5

[lesdeuxmuses]

Mesarthim - Arrival (Avantgarde Music, 2023)

[onlyhurtforaminute]

MESARTHIM-ARRIVAL PT. 3

[hiljametsa]

Mesarthim | Ghost Condensate

[sehaniine]

“I can offer you nothing,” he said. “Only a song in the shadows.”

“Sing it to me,” I whispered back.

[thelastpagc]

“’There,’ I said. ‘The world didn’t end.’ His gaze moved from our hands to my face. ‘I never thought it would.’”

Ever since I read The Bone Season in June I’ve had a reoccurring vision for an art piece for the chapter “Amaranth” and a few months ago I finally said enough is enough and commissioned Anna @mossillustra to do a Guildhall centered piece.

Anyway I’m forever screaming about this so if you could commission Anna to do any and all art things that would be great!

And read The Bone Season too💕

[winter-wise]

Paige permanently exhausted as she tries to balance the demands of working as Jaxon's mollisher with going behind his back to help the survivors of Oxford. Across London, Arcturus Mesarthim is typing "human courtship rituals" into an internet search engine with a level of focus usually reserved for quantum mechanics calculations

[tbs-addict]

The Bone Season by Samantha Shannon, an aesthetic

[fenrysmoonbeamswife]

When things calm down I want Paige and Arcturus to become cat parents, I feel like they have that vibe

[cardigansandteas]

finished the mask falling and this is about where i’m at emotionally

[queer-book-character-tournament]

Characters, book, and author names under the cut

Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood - The Mortal Instruments by Cassandra Clare

Will Darling/Kim Secretan - The Will Darling Adventures by K.J. Charles 

Hawk Sunday/Jack Wyatt - Cherry Picked by May Archer

Paige Mahoney/Arcturus Mesarthim - The Bone Season by Samantha Shannon 

[lesdeuxmuses]

Mesarthim - Vacuum Solution (Avantgarde Music, 2021)

[onlyhurtforaminute]

mesarthim-the degenerate era

[superducky800]

can’t stop thinking about how arcturus practically worships paige and she still thinks he wouldn’t want her back