#the threadbare chronicles | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

jerryfrom2ssan · 19 days ago

Text

limbus company oc unit info post because i can’t draw for shit

yeah👍👍👍👍. pls take a look at this it took a while and i’m proud of it. also i tried my best w the translations but they might be kinda off so sorry for that.

Sinner #1📝

Name: Josef Gross

Source: The Memorandum by Vaclov Havel

Subtitle: jazyk(language/tongue)

Weapon: sword made to look like a letter opener

Details: standoffish, distrustful man. does not particularly like any of his coworkers, but tries to respect adrian’s leadership. very disheveled appearance, untucked shirt(no vest), messy uniform(coat worn on his shoulders), un shaven, long unkempt black hair loosely tied into 2 braids to keep it out of his face. older, in his mid 30s or 40s. formerly worked for the eye

Sinner #2🎹

Name: Adrian (Leverkühn)

Source: Doctor Faustus by Thomas Mann

Subtitle: Wehklage (lamentation)

Weapon: Hammer(basically a giant piano hammer)

Details: basically a faust-in-training. shares the same abilities, but is less professional. tries to mimic fausts aloofness, but get excited/annoyed too easily ao often breaks character(also forgets to talk in third person sometimes) wears their uniform the same way og faust does(with the same sweater). has short blonde hair with a middle part.

Sinner #3🗻

Name: Lazaro (de Carambino)

Source: San Manuel Bueno, martir by Miguel de Unamuno

Subtitle: Fè (faith)

Weapon: Morning Star

Details: kind and charming sinner who enjoys helping his coworkers and hearing their troubles. overall very well liked, remains cheerful in almost any circumstance, dedicated to helping as many people as the lcb can(or at least making them happy, even if he can’t fix the problem). used to work with the preist of lamanchaland. wears his uniform normally.

Sinner #4✂️

Name: Kayo

Source: Evillous Chronicles(Tailor or Enbizaka) by mothy(you thought these were all going to be normal sources didn’t you. well you thought wrong)

Subtitle: リヴァイアサンスロープ(leviathan slope(no direct translation), reference to the songs alternate title)

Weapon: scissors

Details: a quiet, shy woman who often stands on the outskirts of conflicts. a mostly unrarkable person. closest to akaky, in the process of helping her repair her coat. has long black hair with a gorgeous golden hairpiece. wears her uniform normally but with no vest.

Sinner #5💌

Name: Amal

Source: The Post Office by Rabindranath Tagore

Subtitle: স্বাধীনতা (freedom)

Weapon: war scythe

Details: cheerful sinner with aspirations of leaving lcb! she is naive and not fully aware of the horrors of the city, due to her having a very sheltered childhood. the youngest sinner, has a messy brown bob(think amane from milgrams haircut but brown). no coat and no vest, but has the don quixote style pants.

Sinner #6💻

Name: Ene

Source: Kagerou Project by Jin

Subtitle: 人造(jinzou, as in “jinzou enemy”(or “artificial enemy), enes kagepro song)

Weapon: a glowing sword(like the one yuri has, but blue)

Details: the only one who actually enjoys being in lcb. she loves fighting and using her (newfound) strength, and she tries to focus on the positives of her new job. older teenager, 17-19 range. has two black pigtails that are blue at the ends and those little face things that ene has. what are those called. idk whatever. her coat is shorter, around ryoshus length, and her sleeves are a bit bigger and longer. she wears her coat buttoned up. probably going to be formerly affiliated with k corp.

Sinner #7🐴

Name: Alan

Source: Equus

Subtitle: God Seest

Weapon: Whip

Details: always trying his best to act like a “normal” human being and do/say “normal” things, causing him to act somewhat robotic and unnatural in conversations, if he even attempts to interact with his coworkers. he wears no coat but otherwise normal uniform. in hus early 20s.

Sinner #8🧥

Name: Akaky (Akakeivich)

Source: The Overcoat by Nikolai Gogol

Subtitle: изношенный (worn out/dilapidated, closest i could find to the word “threadbare”)

Weapon: Saw blade

Details: an angry woman, tends to hold very strong grudges against her coworkers(especially adrian), but no one takes her very seriously because she isn’t very intimidating(voice trembles, walks with a distinct hunch, emotional, often timid). very small, takes up little space. in her 30s. her coat is torn off like ishmaels, and overall in very bad condition. she wears it on normally with no vest. formerly a low-level k corp employee.

Sinner #9🔥

Name: Pansy

Source: Nilfruits’ Monsters Series (more specifically the song firelifly)

Subtitle: অগ্নির আলো (firelight)(thank you xy for the suggestion!)

Weapon: Shovel

Details: also aspiring to leave limbus. a calmer, charming woman. dreams of being an actress, puts a lot of thought into her appearance and how other see her. in her 20s maybe, has a short black bob. has a short coat (like outis), and wears her uniform with no vest.

Manager: Scheheherazade from 1001 nights! she “retells the story” instead of turning back the clock.

Sinner #11🦅

Name: Sparrowhawk

Source: A Wizard of Earthsea by Ursula K LeGuin.

Subtitle: Passage

Weapon: Wooden Staff

Details: calm, wise sinner who often incurs adrian’s wrath by kind of being a leader than him. i want him to have some sort of magic equivalent but idk how that would work so i’m still thinking about it. long wispy light brown hair, he is of average height, wears normal uniform.

Sinner #12❤️

Name: Belisa Crepesculario

Source: Dos Palabras by Isabel Allende

Subtitle: te amo (i love you)

Weapon: dagger

Details: cheerful, outgoing, talkative woman, most lively one on the bus. grew acccustomed to lcb quickly because she is used to traveling. has shoulder-length reddish-brown hair. about 30. shorter and a bit stouter. wears her coat on her shoulders.

Sinner #13🎃

Name: Ichabod Crane

Source: The Legend of Sleepy Hollow

Subtitle: cadaver

Weapon: musket

Details: sinner with a prosthetic head, very long and lanky. soft spoken, and mostly pleasent to talk to(spends a lot of time taking to belisa ao other people don’t have to), but gets scared easily and is generally pretty paranoid, not trusting strangers. a smoke war veteran who was decapatated by a cannonball.

#i am cringe but i am free #wow this took a while #now i am going to tag like crazy bc i want people to see this bc i’m kinda proud of even thought it’s a little rough #limbus company oc #limbus oc #lcb oc #yeag. if anyone for any reason has like a suggestion lmk i’ll gladly take them!!!#limbus company

6 notes · View notes

doubledaybooks · 8 months ago

Text

Read an excerpt from THE NICKEL BOYS by Colson Whitehead

Elwood received the best gift of his life on Christmas Day 1962, even if the ideas it put it in his head were his undoing. Martin Luther King At Zion Hill was the only album he owned and it never left the turntable. His grandmother Hattie had a few gospel records, which she only played when the world discovered a new mean way to work on her, and Elwood wasn’t allowed to listen to the Motown groups or popular songs like that on account of their licentious nature. The rest of his presents that year were clothes – a new red sweater, socks – and he certainly wore those out, but nothing endured such good and constant use as the record. Every scratch and pop it gathered over the months was a mark of his enlightenment, tracking each time he entered into a new understanding of the Reverend’s words. The crackle of truth.

They didn’t have a TV set but Dr. King’s speeches were such a vivid chronicle -- containing all that the Negro had been and all that he would be -- that the record was almost as good as television. Maybe even better, grander, like the towering screen at the Davis Drive-In, which he’d been to twice. Elwood saw it all: Africans persecuted by the white sin of slavery, Negroes humiliated and kept low by segregation, and that luminous image to come, when all those places closed to his race were opened.

The speeches had been recorded all over, Detroit and Charlotte and Montgomery, connecting Elwood to the rights struggle across the country. One speech even made him feel like a member of the King family. Every kid had heard of Fun Town, been there or envied someone who had. In the third cut on Side A, Dr. King spoke of how his daughter longed to visit the amusement park on Stewart Ave in Atlanta. Yolanda begged her parents whenever she spotted the big sign from the expressway or the commercials came on TV. Dr. King had to tell her in his low, sad rumble about the segregation system that kept colored boys and girls on the other side of the fence. Explain the misguided thinking of some whites -- not all whites, but enough whites – that gave it force and meaning. He counseled his daughter to resist the lure of hatred and bitterness and assured her that “Even though you can’t go to Fun Town, you are as good as anyone who gets to go to Fun Town.”

That was Elwood -- good as anyone. A hundred miles south of Atlanta, in Tallahassee. Sometimes he saw a Fun Town commercial while visiting his cousins in Georgia. Lurching rides and happy music, chipper white kids lining up for the Wild Mouse Roller Coaster, Dick’s Mini Golf. Strap into the Atomic Rocket for a Trip to the Moon. A perfect report card guaranteed free admission, the commercials said, if your teacher stamped a red mark on it. Elwood got all A’s and kept his stack of evidence for the day they opened Fun Town to all God’s children, as Dr. King promised. “I’ll get in free every day for a month, easy,” he told his grandmother, lying on the front room rug and tracing a threadbare patch with his thumb.

Excerpted from The Nickel Boys by Colson Whitehead. Copyright © 2019 by Colson Whitehead. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.

#the nickel boys #nickel boys #book excerpt #colson whitehead #book to film

11 notes · View notes

edwardian-girl-next-door · 2 years ago

Text

Feast Days: Martinmas

Anthony Van Dyck ~ "St. Martin Dividing His Cloak" (c.1618)

Happy Martinmas!

Today marks the feast day of St. Martin of Tours, who was bishop there from 371 CE until his death in 397 CE. He is the patron saint of many things, including: against poverty, against alcoholism, the poor, cavalry, Buenos Aires, quartermasters, wool-weavers, soldiers, and tailors, as well as wine growers, makers, and sellers. Whew! He must be very busy.

Keep reading for info about his life, a snitch goose, where the word 'chapel' came from, and how to tell what the weather will be like at Christmas.

His Life

Much of what we know about Martin comes from his hagiographer, Sulpicius Severus, who includes some 'artistic license' that is common in chronicles of the time, and therefore must be taken with a grain of salt.

Martin was born anywhere from 316-336 CE in Savaria, now Szombathely, Hungary. His father was a senior officer in the Roman Army, and as such was given land in northern Italy for his retirement. At the age of 10, Martin attended a Christian church against the wishes of his parents, and became interested in Christianity. Because of his father's status as a veteran, he was required to join the cavalry at 15. Dates surrounding his military service are shaky, but Severus states that, during his time stationed in Gaul, he was riding on horseback when he encountered a poor man with threadbare clothes. Having compassion on him, Martin used his sword to cut his own woolen cloak in two and gave the other half to the man. That night, Jesus Christ appeared to him in a dream, surrounded with angels and wearing half of the cloak. After this, Martin was baptised as a Christian. Though other miracles of his are recorded, this tale is the one most associated with Martin's life. It fits in with depictions of God or his angels in disguise as a beggar, traveller, &c., and is also a narrative found in many other religions and traditions. (Biblical examples include Abraham feeding the three angels in Genesis 18).

Martin dips from the army ~ fresco by Simone Martini (c.1320s)

With his new faith now firmly a part of his life, Martin decided to leave the army. Before a battle near modern-day Worms, Germany, Martin went before Emperor Julian and refused his salary, saying, "I am the soldier of Christ: it is not lawful for me to fight." They threw him in prison for this, but due to ye olde extenuating circumstances, he was released and discharged without further incident.

Martin made his way to modern-day Tours in France and declared himself a hermit, becoming a disciple and friend of Hilary of Tours. Because Christianity was Not OK™ in the Roman Empire, he and Hilary faced a lot of discrimination, including corporal punishment and exile. After converting his mother to Christianity and having numerous adventures, like living pretty much alone on an island, he and Hilary settled down in and around Poitiers, where Martin established Ligugé Abbey. It is the oldest known monastery in Europe! Martin made it his home base while he preached throughout western Gaul.

In 371 CE, the bishop of Tours died, and Martin was considered a good candidate for a successor. However, he liked living as a hermit and monk, and they resorted to tricking him into coming to Tours and then forced him to become the bishop. Legend holds that he tried to hide in a barn, but a honking goose gave him away. Hence he is the patron saint of geese, which I think is adorable. Martin proved true to his hermit ways, living very simply in huts with his monks. He established a rudimentary parish system, through which he visited different Christian communities and established monasteries. He was very determined in his efforts to convert local Pagans, as well as protect Christian institutions from unfriendly sects in the area, and in some cases he was successful. He died in 371 CE, already a venerated man. His popularity was ensured by his adoption by various French royals and by the Third Republic as a national symbol.

Martin has been portrayed by several famous artists, including Van Dyck, Peter Bruegel the Elder, and El Greco. He is usually portrayed on horseback, dividing his cloak for the poor man, though occasionally he can be seen riding a donkey. This references another story in his life about the time where he met the Devil and outwitted him. It also connects him to the image of Jesus riding a donkey into Jerusalem (recounted in Mark 1:1-11).

Martinmas and its Traditions

Martin lent his legacy to a host of English words and phrases, including those relating to the word 'chapel'. Temporary buildings that held the relic of his cloak (cappa in Latin) were referred to as cappella, and hence the word 'chapel' was born. A similar thing happened to the word 'chaplain', which derived from the word for the priest in charge of the cloak.

Though the Anglo-Saxon church did celebrate St. Martin to some extent, more references to Martinmas celebrations begin to crop up after Norman Conquest of 1066, when the Frenchman William the Conqueror invaded England. Supposedly, he promised to build an abbey dedicated to Martin if his invasion of England was successful. William was very likely familiar with the early Mediaeval association of the battle-hungry rulers of France with St. Martin, and was possibly responsible for his increased popularity in England.

In England and Scotland, and indeed through much of western Europe, Martinmas became a celebration marking the culmination of the harvest and the beginning of winter. From the late fourth century through the late Middle Ages, it also served a similar purpose to Mardi Gras/Carnivale: a period of fasting was ordained for the day after Martinmas through Christmas, so Martinmas was your last chance to stuff your face for a long time! (This period later became Advent, though with much laxer rules). As such, it was a time for feasting, celebration, bonfires, getting really drunk, and even events such as bull-running, as in Stamford, Lincolnshire. It was also a time for the end-of-harvest tasks, such as sowing winter wheat and slaughtering pigs and cattle. An old English saying goes, "His Martinmas will come, as it does to every hog", meaning, "they will get their comeuppance" or "everyone dies someday". Due to Martin's association with geese, some celebrated with a roast goose, but in Britain particularly it was also popular to eat salted pork or beef. For those not rich enough to have a goose, a duck or hen would also suffice. Other traditional fare included black pudding, haggis, and the first wine of the season.

On the business side of things, Martinmas served as a quarter day in Scotland and in parts England. A quarter day was one of four days on which major legal business was conducted. Servants and labourers would be hired or let go, rent was paid, contracts would begin or end, &c. Hiring fairs would be held for agricultural labourers seeking employment, and there would also be entertainment, food, trading, and other scenes of merriment. One of the most famous Martinmas fairs was at Nottingham in England, which lasted eight days.

Like many other English holidays, there is weather folklore associated with Martinmas. To have a warm fall and winter is to have a "St. Martin's Summer". If Martinmas proves an icy day, Christmas (or the rest of the winter) will be very warm. The rhyme puts it more pithily: "If the geese at Martin's Day stand on ice, they will walk in mud at Christmas".

If you stand at the back of the church and observe the congregation on Martinmas, those with a halo of light around their heads will not be alive by next Martinmas.

Interior of St. Martin-in-the-Fields, with a funky window!

The church of St. Martin-in-the-fields in Trafalgar Square in London is named after Martin. Many people commemorated there are associated with his anti-war sentiments -- these include Vera Brittain, a memoirist and pacifist; and Dick Sheppard, founder of the Peace Pledge Union. The church also supports houseless and vulnerably housed people.

The holiday gradually fell out of practice due to the English Reformation (when England split from the Catholic Church throughout the 1500s) and the Interregnum (Puritan republican government, 1649-1660). The observance of Armistice Day on the same day largely overshadowed the holiday in the UK, though many regions in Western Europe still take part in traditional festivities.

Martinmas is celebrated on 12 October in the Eastern Orthodox Church.

If You're Still Interested...

"The Life of St. Martin" by Sulpicius Severus himself! (pdf)

Pot Roast Martimas Beef Recipe by Chatsworth House

Sources

Historic UK

Wikipedia (Martin of Tours)

Wikipedia (St. Martin's Day)

Fisheaters.com

The Encyclopedia of Saints by Rosemary Ellen Guiley

"Medieval English "Martinmesse": The Archaeology of a Forgotten Festival" by Martin Walsh (via jstor)

#feast day series #feast day #martinmas #st martin #martin of tours #history #cultural history #english history #british history #saints day #folk history

25 notes · View notes

mybeautifulchristianjourney · 2 years ago

Text

Morning and Evening by Charles Spurgeon

Morning, 30 November

"And Amaziah said to the man of God, But what shall we do for the hundred talents which I have given to the army of Israel? And the man of God answered, The Lord is able to give thee much more than this." – 2 Chronicles 25:9

A very important question this seemed to be to the king of Judah, and possibly it is of even more weight with the tried and tempted Christian. To lose money is at no times pleasant, and when principle involves it, the flesh is not always ready to make the sacrifice. "Why lose that which may be so usefully employed? May not the truth itself be bought too dear? What shall we do without it? Remember the children, and our small income!" All these things and a thousand more would tempt the Christian to put forth his hand to unrighteous gain, or stay himself from carrying out his conscientious convictions, when they involve serious loss. All men cannot view these matters in the light of faith; and even with the followers of Jesus, the doctrine of "we must live" has quite sufficient weight.

The Lord is able to give thee much more than this is a very satisfactory answer to the anxious question. Our Father holds the purse-strings, and what we lose for his sake he can repay a thousand-fold. It is ours to obey his will, and we may rest assured that he will provide for us. The Lord will be no man's debtor at the last. Saints know that a grain of heart's-ease is of more value than a ton of gold. He who wraps a threadbare coat about a good conscience has gained a spiritual wealth far more desirable than any he has lost. God's smile and a dungeon are enough for a true heart; his frown and a palace would be hell to a gracious spirit. Let the worst come to the worst, let all the talents go, we have not lost our treasure, for that is above, where Christ sitteth at the right hand of God. Meanwhile, even now, the Lord maketh the meek to inherit the earth, and no good thing doth he withhold from them that walk uprightly.

6 notes · View notes

hiswordsarekisses · 2 years ago

Text

To lose money is never pleasant… Our Father holds the funds, and what we lose for His sake He can repay a thousandfold… contentment is more valuable than a ton of gold.

The person wearing a threadbare coat over a good conscience has found a spiritual treasure far more desirable than any he may have lost.

God’s smile and a dungeon are enough for a true heart; His frown and a palace would be hell to the trusting soul.

…Let the worst become worse still, let all the talents go, we have not lost our treasure, for that is above, where Christ sits at the right hand of God.

In the meantime, even now the Lord makes the meek to inherit the earth, and He keeps back nothing that is good from those whose walk is blameless. ~ Charles Spurgeon

(See 2nd Chronicles Chapter 25)

“For every beast of the forest is mine, the cattle on a thousand hills. I know all the birds of the hills, and all that moves in the field is mine. “If I were hungry, I would not tell you, for the world and its fullness are mine.” Psalm‬ ‭50‬:‭10‬-‭12‬

3 notes · View notes

archangeltwins · 4 months ago

Text

young!victor cared so much about katya that at one point when he knew she was moments from death's doorstep due to pneumonia (in the dead of winter), he went to clive and begged for whatever medical help he could provide. putting aside his grudge with the bastard of a man who fathered him to save his favorite girl.

"why do you care about her? she's a street-whore, born to trash and destined for the gutter." he'd done everything he could possibly think of beforehand. snuck her meds when the symptoms were beginning. paying for over-the-counter pills with stolen jewelry from various pickpocketings. bringing her soup when she wasn't hungry, knowing she had to eat. taking up knitting to make her a sweater in hopes that would keep her somewhat warm ( even though he was shit at it and kept missing the pattern ). even take her hands and stuff them in his ragged coat pockets, desperately wiping sweat-damp hair from her face. eventually, clive begrudgingly agreed, sending a vehicle to pick her up along with him. victor didn't care if he was seen by their boss at this point. putting everything on the line just to get her to another district. knowing the often inhumane and neglectful 'houses' working-girls and guys were put in. whether it be from certain social taboos that resurfaced in the wake of the '98 Crash, or just "no longer being useful". "because she's everything i'm not. she's stronger than you or i could ever be."

he'd also get together with her for little moments shared between. nude cuddles beneath threadbare sheets. his face tucked in her neck, just making sure she was secure and safe if she'd been shaken up.

she'd divulge information he could chronicle about certain johns and their goings-on in the city between restful periods. tactics, plans, gang info, et cetera.

using her status as a deceptive tool. other times it'd be about the sex. about the need for one another, sans the usual objectification. discussing things she liked, things that she wanted, that they -- her clients -- would never do. and vic would wholeheartedly oblige. treating her to the chance to explore her own sexuality; something she'd only vaguely considered.

putting aside his wants and needs to focus on her before he had to leave again.

getting caught, in the same room alone, would be enough to ruin both their lives.

or sometimes, just wanting to taste her would be enough. catching her between halls, backing her into corners. hungry kisses causing lingering sparks and goosebumps that would rattle his nerves, make him feel like he was riding a high all day without taking a single hit from a synth-drug.

he'd be down so bad, even though working at various backalley brothels gave him a greater degree of under-the-table choice, he still went back to her.

always her.

#worldbuilding #kite ( 2014 )#oc related #victor “vic” thornhill

1 note · View note

uraniumwaves · 5 months ago

Text

#IFTTT #Uranium Waves New Music - Uranium Waves #music #artist discovery #new music #music 2025

0 notes

musicarenagh · 1 year ago

Text

Threads of Truth: Unraveling Diana Omar’s “Plagiarize My Life” Diana Omar's "Plagiarize My Life" is a confessional scribble on the bathroom stall of society’s unspoken truth. Here, beneath the haunting whispers of minimalist indie pop—where soft vocals glide over vintage drums like ice skaters lost in fog—you find Omar bewitched by the spectre of her own echo. https://open.spotify.com/track/5IKRmsPKNlWZZdZeDmSpi5?si=119200dbe48d4465 Seized by impostor syndrome, each chord twitches like a marionette’s limb in this uneasy lullaby. It unfolds not unlike a diary whose ink bleeds into itself; pervasive lines such as "they bullied the curious girl into the shadows," spiral repetitively, revealing scars under neon lights and shadows cast from childhood to womanhood. [caption id="attachment_55982" align="alignnone" width="896"] Threads of Truth: Unraveling Diana Omar’s “Plagiarize My Life”[/caption] This track grieves for each masked face we’ve forced upon ourselves. Sessions, where our spirit's outfit was too audacious for monochrome cubicles or vanilla forums, are chronicled here alongside internal warfare—a battle Diana illustrates masterfully using nothing more than tone shifts between verse and refrain that feel akin to breathing through mirrored corridors. Ultimately, “Plagiarize My Life” strips bare with musical threads pulled tight around listeners' chests until you gasp along at its raw intensity. The revelation? We all are stitched together fabrics borrowed—or stolen—from another's wardrobe yet distinctly ours when worn threadbare with honesty. In essence, Diana clinches radical self-acceptance—one painfully strummed string at a time. Follow Diana Omar on Website, Twitter, YouTube and Instagram.

0 notes

queer-ragnelle · 2 years ago

Text

hi there @finchjpeg! :^)

let it be known that i'm not a medievalist, so i'm by no means an expert on any of this, but i'd be happy to help give you a jumping off point. i'll include links to the texts i reference so you can read them for yourself if you'd like to learn more and study the quotes in context.

let's begin with the fox...

so in the middle english poem sir gawain and the green knight, sir bertilak returns from the third hunt with a fox for gawain. the significance of this animal is linked directly in the poem to medieval literary character, reynard the fox. here he is evading capture.

and then slain and skinned at the last.

now...who is reynard the fox?

[illumination of reynard the fox as he appears in roman de renart]

in short, he's a popular literary character from the middle ages that represents mind over matter, cunning over brute strength. he has his own stories in which he stars, but appears in many others as a tongue in cheek reference to the clever, sly characterization of the fox as a scavenger and thief outwitting his stronger enemies. here he is in geoffrey chaucer's middle english the canterbury tales scaring the crap out of someone just existing, despite an attempt to canvass his innocence. sound familiar?

now...the significance of the fox in sgatgk poem is bigger than a reference to this character. on the third day, gawain accepts the green girdle from the wife of the household in the hopes it will keep him from dying to a beheading, and then lies to sir bertilak about having it/doesn't offer it in the exchange. that's consistent with the fox's sly character, not only on the part of the lady succeeding in wearing gawain's honor down so he accepts her favor, but in gawain's attempt to have his cake and eat it too, follow through on his word to the green knight but also not die through the supposed power of the magical girdle.

however...david lowery bungled all of this by cutting down the kissing/hunt exchange game from a full three days/nights. the success/failure cunning/caught aspect of the poem is entirely lost here, especially because lowery did absolutely nothing to create an honorable version of gawain, so this girdle doesn't indicate a breech of conduct. his mom gave it to him and he only got it back from the essel doppelgänger so we could have the ending sequence. it doesn't narratively work as intended. the fox/girdle motif falls apart because lowery had a different story in mind, so they sort of just....exist. unless someone is familiar with the stories of reynard the fox, they're not going to appreciate this inclusion, threadbare such as it is.

now, the giants!

giants have existed in folkloric history since way back, in greek and norse mythology and many others. in the latin text the history of the king's of britain by geoffrey of monmouth the entire "history" of albion (such as the greeks called great britain) is covered including brutus and corineus landing landing there, conquering the giants who live there, and dividing the land.

they go on to conquer the island, culminating in corineus fighting and killing the last remaining giant by pushing him off a cliff. corineus then names that region after himself, cornwall.

and here's an illumination from the french version of brut chronicle which shows brutus and corineus landing on the shore and confronting a couple giants. [british library royal 19 C IX, 1450–1475]

all of that established, and more specifically in arthurian legend, arthur has a quest in the history of the kings of britain in which he slays a giant. duke hoel's niece is kidnapped, raped, and killed. so arthur (along with kay and bedivere) track down the giant, and slay him for killing the girl at mt saint michael. just look at this. possibly the coolest arthur ever been tbh. hot.

there are many more giants in arthurian literature, such as chief ysbaddaden in the welsh mabinogion story culhwch and olwen or sir galehaut son of the fair giantess in the french vulgate cycle where he starts out an enemy of arthur and is converted to an ally through the power of gay love for lancelot. in chrétien de troyes's story of the grail, there's a reference to the lands original ownership via the giants. the examples are literally endless.

so. giants are everywhere. sometimes ambivalent, sometimes hostile, nearly always an interesting character doing stuff, for better or worse, in the narrative.

now. we come back around to sgatgk poem which was published after all of these examples. on gawain's journey to the green chapel, we get a brief literary montage so to speak of his trials as he went. mentioned here are ogres, or giants.

this journey is what makes up the majority of david lowery's the green knight. so it's poem-referential to include giants giving gawain the business. i would rather have had them play a larger role were they to be included or have some other character at least mention them, but alas. they appear immediately after gawain ate some mysterious mushrooms and hallucinated his hand turning to moss.

so it would appear lowery intended for this to be a figment of gawain's imagination and not real. literally coward move but alright it's your movie i guess.

except....i remember something a bit earlier...before gawain ate the mushrooms. rewind...what's this?? is that a gigantic ribcage in the hill?

well damn lowery!!! this is cool af!! would have been nice if this shot wasn't impossible to see without my editing it. god forbid anybody glean meaning from your film by, oh idk, being able to see it!!

anyway i'm carrying on. i hope that gives you food for thought and some things to read! :^)

Shout out to my lovely coworker who messaged me asking my opinion of The Green Knight (2021) and then apologized if it offended me, but they think Gawain sucks. Out here reducing people’s regard for me by doubling down, “Yeah, he really does!” and liking a movie with what I consider to be a mediocre manuscript, if shot well and with a nice score.

Meh opinions about director/writer David Lowery’s baffling writing choices below.

But for real my coworker was just so confused by it all and honestly Lowery could’ve stood to explain obscure historical nuances a little more. And by that I mean literally at all. The significance of beheadings, codes of honor, superstition about foxes, the legends of giants; these aren’t common knowledge to modern American viewers. My coworker had no idea why Gawain would stand up and behead the Green Knight or how Saint Winifred mattered, or why Gawain would throw a rock at the fox in the cave, or plead with the giants and then cower in fear. How would they? No cultural baseline is ever established. And of course, not every movie is for every viewer. But The Green Knight certainly didn’t resonate with medievalists and enthusiasts as much as it could have while confusing and alienating everyone else.

I dunno, having adapted the poem myself, there’s a balance to be found. Somewhere between insulting your audience’s intelligence with blatant narrative pauses to expound upon details and providing literally zero worldbuilding so that even people who read the poem have to sit back and question what they watched. Because it’s not a one to one adaptation, there’s an expectation the narrative will organically define the rules of the universe, and show us the confines of our hero’s skills, understanding, and limitations within that universe.

Shouldn’t Morgan have warned Gawain about dangers and counsel him on etiquette while giving him the girdle? Why didn’t Gawain converse with someone at the pub about the threats outside the kingdom? Couldn’t Arthur have given him an interesting anecdote that foreshadows what’s to come? Merlin is worse than a macguffin, just a wasted narrative tool that could’ve guided Gawain or even reminisced with Arthur about some history, but instead he has no dialogue at all. He just nods when the Green Knight enters and serves as a paternity test in the flash-forward. I wonder how Essel’s bell motif could’ve been extrapolated on. Maybe she gives it to Gawain with a warning about foxes or the threat of bandits or even doppelgängers! Why not give her a cutesy nursery rhyme to sing about the outside world while the year wheel rotates and rotates?

It would’ve been perfectly in character for Gawain to ignore all of this only to meet his comeuppance while providing the audience with necessary context. There was so much time spent on wide shots of Ireland that could’ve been used more effectively or even in conjunction with voice over flashbacks. The creators went through the trouble to cast children to play Gawain’s future offspring, why not use them in flashbacks as a representation of his past self as he reconsiders his rash skeptic’s stance? Even continue the doppelgänger motif? But alas! I’m critical because I liked it and wanted to like it more and because it’s a recent and accessible Gawain-related media several people have watched and come to me about. They thought we could bond over it. Except so far, nobody has liked it…haha!

#replies #finchjpeg #the green knight #the green knight 2021 #the green knight (2021)#lit crit #quotes #arthurian legend

154 notes · View notes

ademonslover · 2 years ago

Text

incandescent (iona/theotae)

content: f/f, elf/elf, first time (between these two), oral sex, fingering

Iona went from spending all her working time by Theotae’s side to spending a good chunk of her free time there instead. Theotae's chambers were already familiar to her, but they were adopting a new meaning, the space becoming her own as well. Little signs and echoes that she’d been there dotted the furniture—her favourite teas and cups, three or four books, some stray hairs.

She also spent more time sitting, relaxed instead of attentive and on guard. Theotae’s fingers would find hers as they discussed politics, their families, their futures, their work—many of which overlapped.

Iona was mid-sentence—talking about her latest chapter in her chronicles of work—when Theotae’s knuckles touched her jaw, skimming up to her left ear. Iona’s voice faltered. Theotae grazed a thumb over her earpiece, then tucked her fingers under to slide it off. She matched the movement with the slightest shuffle closer on the couch so their legs came into contact.

"I'm glad," Theotae whispered, "that they gave you Elvendawn off."

"Me as well."

Then she was kissing her—softly, at first, languorous and patient. Iona heard the clatter of metal from her earpiece hit the coffee table, eyes already closed as her mouth moved of its own accord to a rhythm she was becoming familiar with but still intoxicated by. Further away, fading over the rush of blood to her ears, was the sound of crowds, mirth, drinking, laughter, music.

Theotae pressed closer, lining their legs up, fingers wrapping around the base of Iona’s neck and disappearing into the waves of her hair. She pulled Iona to her and Iona didn’t resist, couldn’t if she tried, mouth opening in a sigh and hand finding the curve of her waist, envious of the dress that got to cradle her sides all hours of the day.

The kiss was different. It deepened, but Iona had felt the charge from the start, the tacit desire for something more. In confirmation of her threadbare, scattered thoughts about what that more could mean, Theotae gripped her belt and tipped backwards, taking Iona with her and forcibly pulling her body on top of hers, lips uninterrupted. Heat unfurled inside her as their hips and chests aligned, Iona’s body suddenly heavy with the weight of her arousal, but also her armour and Theotae’s arms winding around her shoulders, pulling her down, down.

Iona withdrew, teeth scraping under Theotae’s jaw, then at the high neckline of her dress, catching its threads. “Is this what you—?”

“Yes.” Theotae grabbed her cheeks in both hands, forcing her to meet her gaze. Everything burned—her face, her palms where it met her skin, the intensity of her stare, devouring her, the black of her pupils eclipsing the green into a thin ring. “Yes. Will you stay?”

“There’s nowhere I’d rather be.”

With a passion-fuelled strength, Theotae flipped them, Iona’s breath swooping out of her like she’d taken a spill and fallen flat on her back. Theotae reached behind her head and pulled her long pillar of hair all to one side, never breaking eye contact, lips slightly parted, darkened red instead of pink. Then she kissed her again, grinding their hips, her skirt catching on Iona’s belts and armour.

Iona swept her hands along the hollow of her spine, ending at her lower back, flattening them firmly into the divot before her rear and creating a second grinding motion. Dizzying sensations crackled and sparked all through her nerves and veins—Theotae was on top of her. Her tongue was in her mouth, and she desperately wanted—

Rapping at the door interrupted them. Theotae’s lips popped off hers with a start, head swivelling in the direction of the door, her hair batting Iona in the face. She sputtered, pushing it out of her mouth. Theotae scowled. She looked borderline murderous. Without climbing off Iona, she called, “Who is it?”

“Messenger,” came the answer on the opposing side of the door. “It’s from Lord Avourel. He said it can’t wait.”

“I’m going to kill that old man. If it were anyone else, I'd—” Expression falling, she slid off Iona, then helped her sit up. “I’m sorry. I don’t know how long I’ll be. You can stay here if you wish, but I won’t ask you to wait up.”

Iona tidied up her hair best she could, then reached out and smoothed Theotae’s stray hairs back into order. “It’s alright. I’m going to go back to my room—you can find me there.”

Theotae leaned in to buss cheeks. “Very well.” She grasped her hand on the couch between them. “One way or another, we’ll be together. I want this.”

Heat that had started to die flared in Iona’s face. “Then it'll happen.”

—

Iona couldn’t trance right away, not after that. But she also refrained from touching herself, instead changing into a plain tunic and pants. She nestled into her papasan chair with a book and although progress was spotty, it was progress. Her usual ironclad focus had clocked out for the night, her thoughts catapulting in the direction of the feeling of Theotae’s body on top of hers—of hers on top of Theotae’s. Of what might've followed, if they hadn't been forced to separate.

But, then, she’d had her love in her arms and then gone again. It wasn’t a mystery why her focus went astray.

A knock startled her out of a sentence. She marked the page and flung the book aside, rushing to her feet. The clock read that an hour and a half had passed. “Yes?”

The door cracked open and Theotae’s head poked in, expression fond, relieved, and contrite all at once. “You’re awake.”

“There was no way I could trance, I think. Come in.” She raked a hand over the back of her neck. “Even if you’d just like to rest, I wanted you to be here.”

“I don’t want to rest yet.”

Theotae slipped in through the wedge of the door and backed into it to close it. Iona’s throat caught on a swallow—she wore a white housecoat, almost diaphanous. She had no diadem or braided hair; just her and one article of clothing.

She approached. Iona met her halfway, appraising her. "I'm a little disappointed I don't get to take off your dress."

Theotae raised an eyebrow, lips quirking at the edge. “That’s not the response I expected to wearing less. Do you want me to go put it back on so you can do the honours?”

“No, no, I—”

Theotae stepped in, erasing the last inches between them. “You’ll have your chance.” Her hands smoothed over her stomach. “I’m a little disappointed I don’t get to remove your armour.”

A helpless smile wrested Iona’s mouth. “You’ll have your chance.”

She took Iona’s hands, eyes darting to her face, tongue wetting the swell of her bottom lip. Iona nodded. Theotae guided them to the cinch holding the robe together, coaxing her into untying it. She shrugged it off in a bloom of skin and slid against her, arms draping around Iona’s shoulders and face tipping up to kiss her. Iona closed her eyes; she heard the shush of the rest of the fabric puddling around Theotae’s feet.

She shivered, heart soaring and diving, knowing there was an acre of skin pressed against her begging to be touched. Iona knew not to be bashful, even if a small, distant part of her still worried about being improper—but that worry waned with every passing day. She may not have been with Theotae before, but women were familiar to her, and Theotae desired her with equal force.

Beneath the circlet, the dresses, and the intense, immutable power of her, that’s all she was—a woman.

Iona kissed her ardently, backing her into one of the beams of her four-poster bed that rarely saw use. The beams weren't perfectly level—little in the mansion wasn't decorated with carvings of intricate vines, fauna, or figures. She wanted nothing more than to drop to her knees and bury her face between her legs, wanted to since forever, and while a good show of enthusiasm and fervour, it wasn't the grace and class she was known for or wanted to exhibit.

She kissed her southbound all the same, but patiently; they had time. First her neck, then the taut skin stretched over her collar. Theotae bent to her touch, so she grazed a nipple with a thumb, earning her a soft sigh.

Iona bent to lay gentle licks around the other nipple, gaze flicking up for approval; Theotae’s lower lip was trapped between her teeth, cheeks flushed, looking every bit as pleased as Iona hoped for. She stole a quick smile before laving it again and taking it in her mouth, then reciprocated for the side her hand groped at. One of Theotae’s hands cradled the back of her head, the other clutching at the bedpost, a swear and then her name on her lips. The sound set a match to Iona’s blood like it was oil.

Finally, Iona lowered herself to her knees, peppering her stomach with more kisses along the way. She dipped her thumbs into her hip bones, kissing each thigh in turn, never wanting to leave now that she was there. Theotae butt her shoulder with a leg. Iona grinned. Theotae had to know it was equally difficult for her to be patient to give. She carded her fingers through the coiled hairs between her thighs, palming over the whole of her.

“Can I?” she asked, to voice what she was already thinking.

Theotae took a short breath before she answered. “Yes.”

Iona kissed her first, ever polite, then broke her tongue through her lips, open-mouthed and voracious. It was, indeed, familiar, and she lost herself to it; Theotae was one endless glass of water she could drink, and drink, and drink from.

Theotae mostly made sounds of breathy exhales. Some moans she made were involuntary, like when Iona slipped her tongue inside her; others deliberate, appreciative, and encouraging, her palm still gentle around the back of her skull. Iona was delighted with either; it was difficult to think of anything that could make her unhappy at that moment.

Iona drew back a hair. “Hands,” she announced, panting. “Can I—”

“Yes, yes, use your hands.”

She did, curling two fingers into her, then out, and in, meeting Theotae’s gaze again for a fleeting but scorching second of eye-contact. A hand tugged at her hair—still in its braids, so hard to grab a handful of, and probably why it was a tug at all instead of a caress. She reached up the inside of Theotae’s leg, spreading them further apart before gliding up the expanse of her hip and stomach, and Theotae found it with hers and squeezed tight.

Iona worked her to completion, licking, sucking, and finger-fucking until Theotae arched off her support post with a wet gasp. Iona lapped her through it, then gentled and stopped when the tremors slowed, picking herself up off the floor and standing.

She already wanted to start again, only with both of them laid out on the sheets, with Theotae’s legs bracketing her head, deaf to the world, twisting and sensitive—

She realized with a guilty pang that it was her first time giving Theotae a proper, full-body look-over. Maybe she hadn’t been as patient as she lauded herself to be. Theotae’s flush reached her breasts, rising and sinking with breath, her skin polished with sweat. Her build was similar to hers, so it was mostly remarkable as it was Lady Theotae she was admiring. Naked. In her bedroom. After eating her out.

Iona absently wiped a thumb over the corner of her mouth and across her chin, then sucked it into her mouth. She shook her fingers at her side, magic cleaning them off.

Theotae couldn't possibly have turned anymore pink, but she did. She smiled at her, soaking in the attention. "What are you thinking?"

"You're incandescent, but you hardly need me to tell you that."

"Iona, you're the one I want to hear it from most." She pushed off the bed-post and turned—not to show-off, but to look at herself, pulling her hair to the side. A few red grooves dug into her shoulders and middle-back. She frowned theatrically at them.

“Oh,” Iona laughed, covering her mouth. “I’m sorry.”

“No, it's fine. A little hard to focus on in the moment, if I’m being honest.” She flicked her hair back into place, grinning. “It’s not a real discomfort. Let’s move on to the bed, in any case."

Theotae took her hand and led her to the side. Rich green curtains hung pendulously, suspended in a way that enough light entered to give the space colour. Inside and above, where it was dark, little magical lights twinkled in and out of existence.

Theotae crawled in but sat Iona on the edge in front of her and began unwinding her braids. Fingers hooked under her shirt and pulled it off, then did the same with the band of her bra. Once shirtless, she brushed her hair aside to kiss the back of her shoulder.

“Your tattoos are beautiful,” Theotae admired, voice warm and syrupy sweet, trailing more kisses to follow the wind-blown autumn leaves inked into her skin, leading to her spine. “Do you have more?”

“One.” Iona unbuttoned her pants and discarded them outside of the bounds of the bed, then tapped her lower back, above her sacrum. “Here.”

Theotae traced the filigree, rose, and dagger with the tips of her fingers, as soft as if she were also leaves skirting the ground. She folded her hands around her sides and smoothed upwards, over her ribs to cup her breasts from behind. Iona curled her fingers and toes.

Theotae pulled up flush behind her, chest squished against her back, eyes and nose peeking over her shoulder. She fondled them—exploratory and hungry in equal measure, learning their size and weight and how they felt in her hands. She pinched her nipples and Iona felt the barest graze of teeth at her neck. Air hitched in her lungs. Throughout, the familiar coil of arousal had simmered in her belly, but it came and went in waves—that reignited it.

“Do you like having these played with?” Theotae asked. Her voice had the effect of a hot tongue on her neck, but it sounded observational, like she was filing the information away to use later like she did at socials. Iona nodded, as if her reactions weren’t confirmation enough.

Then she was gone, retreating from her back, leaving a cold absence. Iona pivoted to crawl into bed after her.

Theotae waited just behind her. She grasped her shoulders and laid her out on the pillows, half lying on top of her, skin to skin. Theotae kissed her again, sucking the taste of herself off her tongue, petting a hand over her curls. Iona’s emotions danced like a coruscating kaleidoscope under the surface, jubilant and fulfilled.

“Feels like an eternity, but finally, we’re here,” Theotae said, looping one leg triumphantly over Iona’s.

“A couple decades is hardly an eternity, Theotae.”

“Hence the ‘feels like.’”

“Bit of an extended romantic foreplay,” Iona joked.

Theotae kissed her, a smile on her lips. Iona returned it; both the smile and the kiss. The hand petting her hair skirted over her body, stopping to admire a few moles before landing at her bellybutton, a nail tracing the hard jewel of Iona’s piercing.

“I didn’t know you had any,” Theotae observed. “Besides your ears, that is. Does it hurt if you get hit there?”

“It hurts when you get hit there regardless of whether you have a piercing or not.”

Theotae’s hand continued to scout lower, between her legs, teasing her over her smallclothes. “May I?” she asked, voice barely cresting above a whisper. Iona nodded. The hand dipped under and slid over her seamlessly, first at her clit, then a middle finger hooking inside her. Theotae’s head dropped, her mouth closing over her nipple as she curled her finger upwards.

Iona’s nerves lit up like a rousing, cleansing bonfire; it felt like all of her organs had been replaced with a furious want. “My lady,” she gasped.

“Shh,” Theotae scolded, closing her teeth together just shy of her nipple, but grinning. “None of that here, Iona. Not unless I ask.”

She stopped to slide off her bottoms then slipped in two fingers, curving her hand in a way that her thumb pressed into her clit at the same time. Iona thought she’d bruise her lower lip with how hard she bit it, impotent sounds tumbling out of her in earnest.

“Damn.” Theotae propped herself up, watching her face intently. “You know what I’d really like to do?”

Iona struggled to focus on her features around the heavy haze of her body’s bliss. “What’s that?”

“Get my strap and fuck you from multiple angles. But, it’s back in my room. Another time, then.”

Even through her haze, Iona thought, Of course she has a strap. She was speaking one of her fantasies into existence, and she spoke it while she had her fingers inside her.

Theotae paused, and must have caught the glint in her eye. “Is that something you’d like?”

“Yes.” She swallowed. “Please. Kiss me?”

Theotae obliged, did so sweetly even as her fingers relentlessly made her climb towards climax. Iona did want her to fuck her, but she also wanted this and a million different versions of it—Theotae pressed tightly against her in a line, mouth to hers, insatiable and in love.

#this is a test post #turning off rb and will tag later

1 note · View note

birdzflycom · 2 years ago

Text

How To Get Product Liability Insurance Cost For Small Business?

Product Liability Insurance Cost For Small Business In the event your proprietorship hoists the ensign of industry, conjuring, fabricating, disseminating, or vending merchandise, the mantle of liability looms should said wares orchestrate harm upon others. Consider this scenario: a mallet of misfortune, a product ensnared in the coil of defect, unfurls its menace upon a patron, rending injury upon them. Even when a patron cavorts recklessly with the merchandise, the mantle of responsibility finds solace upon the shoulders of your establishment. It is an imperative understanding that the pecuniary toll of legal fracas renders the donning of product liability insurance an ineluctable facet of the mosaic that is small enterprise indemnity.

What Is Product Liability Insurance?

In the mystic realm of commerce, the mantle of Product Liability Insurance is donned—a shield against the tempestuous claims that assail a merchant's domain. It stands sentinel, a bulwark against the tempestuous seas of litigation that may roil, stirred by products relinquished unto the world's embrace. Behold, should a product—conceived, birthed, fashioned, or disseminated—falter in its designated purpose, wreaking havoc upon another's personage or property, this veritable talisman shall come to bear. Verily, without the veil of Product Liability Insurance, the coffers of commerce stand vulnerable, exposed to the capricious winds of fortune. The ledger, once adorned with prosperity, may don the shroud of destitution, as medical tributes and reparations shall emerge, burdens to be borne by the merchant's hand. Not merely medical expenses, but the quill of justice may scribe its demands, legal fees and sundry costs entwined within. It is a safeguard, a bastion against the whims of fate, an arbiter of recompense for the accidents that sprout from the loins of product defects.

What Does The Cost-Effective Product Liability Insurance Cover in 2023?

The orchestration of captivating content hinges upon the symphonic convergence of perplexity and the vibrant cadence of burstiness, an endeavor to be embraced with zealous fervor. - Damages to someone’s home/any property - Bodily Serious injuries - Illness - Wrongful death

What Does Mean By Product Liability Insurance Not Cover?

The enigmatic realm of product liability insurance navigates the labyrinthine corridors of legal redress arising from corporeal injury engendered by merchandise. Regrettably, this meticulously crafted safeguard is not a panacea for tribulations emergent from the ethereal domains of software, applications, IT, and their technical ilk. Exempli gratia, ensnared within the maelstrom of product liability insurance's lacunae lie the foibles of coding, those intricate labyrinths of syntax and semantics, whose errant wanderings might orchestrate financial woes for your patrons. For the mires of such techno-woes, a different aegis is requisite—errors and omissions insurance shall be your impenetrable bulwark. Furthermore, let it be inscribed that product liability's protective tapestry shall remain conspicuously threadbare when addressing the following: - The onerous burden of product recall expenditures. - The vicissitudes of employee corporeal harm. - The unfortunate symphony of mishaps wherein clientele become the protagonists, as in slip-and-fall chronicles. - As you traverse the intricately woven tapestry of insurance, remember that its purview, though expansive, does bear boundaries that are, alas, not universally comprehensive.

Who Needs The Product Liability Insurance 2023?

For those engaged in commercial endeavors, the question of "Who truly requires product liability insurance?" emerges as a critical consideration, particularly given the escalating tide of litigation in contemporary times. The context of this discourse revolves around enterprises that engage in the commerce of merchandise, wherein the acquisition of product liability insurance becomes not only prudent but imperative. The spectrum of businesses that stand to benefit from the shield of product liability insurance is multifaceted and diverse. Among the cadre of such commercial entities are: - Retail establishments, encompassing brick-and-mortar stores that curate a varied selection of goods. - Distributors acting as conduits between manufacturers and the broader market landscape. - Manufacturers, the architects of tangible commodities, subject to the intricate currents of consumer demand. - E-commerce proprietors, those who operate within the expansive realms of online marketplaces like Amazon, eBay, and Etsy. - Niche purveyors, such as those catering to the realm of pet supplies, nurturing the unique requirements of animal companions. - Artisanal print shops, offering their craftsmanship in the form of printed material. - Culinary establishments, namely restaurants, satiating the gustatory desires of their clientele. - Wholesalers, acting as the vital linchpins in the distribution chain, facilitating the flow of goods on a grand scale. - Nonetheless, it is paramount to recognize that product liability insurance assumes a broader mantle of relevance beyond the confines of conventional retail and distribution. The purview of its utility extends to the realm of construction and contracting enterprises, a domain where the meticulous execution of projects holds profound significance. Within this context, a scenario might arise wherein a client raises the banner of litigation due to perceived damages resultant from the culminated work. In this paradigm, consider the instance of a construction artisan who undertakes the installation of a bespoke cabinet. If, however, a discernible flaw emerges in the cabinet's doors subsequent to installation, the specter of liability manifests. Enter the sanctuary of product liability insurance, which emerges as a safeguard against the financial tempests that may ensue due to legal contentions. The policy proffers a lifeline by potentially defraying the costs associated with rectifying the defect, thus alleviating the burden on the shoulders of the professional. In conclusion, the tapestry of modern commercial landscapes is interwoven with threads of complexity and variance. The indispensability of product liability insurance reverberates across a spectrum of industries, from the emporiums of retail to the crucibles of construction. Its presence, akin to a vigilant guardian, offers respite in the face of legal maelstroms, epitomizing prudence in an age marked by litigious tides.

How Much Product Liability Insurance Do I Need in 2023?

The quantum of product liability coverage asseverates variability contingent upon the specific industry, geographic disposition, annual revenue quantum, and the annals of claims," propounds Michelle Shaver, Chubb Small Commercial Insurance's Senior Vice President. "Should the merchandise bear an inclination toward heightened peril or be vended within a legal crucible characterized by litigious ardor, the prudence of harboring augmented coverage thresholds merits contemplation. Bryan Smith, stewarding the mantle of Vice President of Product Management at The Hartford, opines that the quantum of product liability insurance coverage ought to harmonize with the projected pantheon of liabilities an enterprise is poised to encounter. "The nature and magnitude of the merchandise, the amplitude of sales, and the plural actors ensnared within the labyrinth of production and commercial cascade—all coalesce to exert influence upon the insurance imperatives that an enterprise is beholden to," Smith proclaims

How Much Does The Cost Of Product Liability Insurance?

In the endeavor of crafting prose, the configuration of product liability insurance costs emerges as a pivotal thread. AdvisorSmith, the harbinger of statistical insights, reveals that the annals of small businesses are adorned with an annual vestment of $1,192 for product liability insurance. Verily, when the pendulum of consideration swings toward the confluence of industries, a mosaic of disparities emerges. Manufacturers, the architects of tangible creations, weave an average premium of $1,146 annually, adorned with a spectrum stretching from $736 to $1,854. Contrastingly, wholesale enterprises, enrobed in the cloak of middlemen, extend an average tribute of $1,159, encompassing the tapestry of general liability insurance, a sentinel that guards against the perils of product liability. This tribute, akin to the symphony of a crescendo, spans from $751 to $2,431, as though embracing the vast horizon. Yet, the tableau of cost variables extends its embrace further. The geo-spatial coordinates of one's commercial dwelling, akin to stars on a cosmic canvas, exert an ethereal influence. The annals of claims history etch their narrative upon the scroll of cost evaluation, crafting a riveting tale of precedent. And let us not overlook the ambit of policy limits, the fortress that guards the boundaries of indemnity. In conclusion, the edifice of product liability insurance costs stands as a symphony composed of multifaceted notes. To traverse this labyrinthine melody is to dance upon the precipice of intricate dynamics, where perplexity and burstiness harmonize in an intricate dance, conjured by the hands of both human and artificial scribes.

What Types Product Affects Insurance Cost?

In the unfurling narrative of product liability insurance, a pivotal alchemy revolves around the distinct genus of commodities under the forge, fabric, or trade of your establishment. The inherent propensities of items diverge, each bearing the potential to unfurl property detriment or beget affliction upon an unwitting soul. The quantum of remuneration stipulated for product liability coverage waltzes in synchrony with this kaleidoscope of perils. Entities purveying innocuous wares—quills and parchment, for instance—are greeted with a diminished premium tribute. Conversely, the echelons of jeopardy ascend when one traverses the territories of furnishings, electronics, or velocipedes. Yet, at the zenith of this perilous hierarchy, we encounter victuals and potables, alongside artifacts that befriend our progeny. Within the annals of insurance, these denizens command a premium commensurate with their treacherous dalliances.

What's Types of Product Liability Insurance for Sellers on Amazon?

In the realm of Amazon's bustling marketplace, where entrepreneurial aspirations metamorphose into tangible transactions, a pertinent consideration emerges: the safeguarding of commercial endeavors through the vehicle of "Product Liability Insurance." This intricate edifice, woven into the fabric of e-commerce, embraces two cardinal facets – the labyrinthine concept of "perplexity" and the kaleidoscopic panorama of "burstiness." As novices traverse the echelons of digital commerce, deciphering the intricate dance of perplexity becomes paramount. This intangible thread, intricately woven into the textual symphony, bespeaks the convolution that underlies each word, each phrase. Concomitantly, the cadence of "burstiness" interjects an orchestral interplay, where short utterances pirouette alongside their grandiloquent counterparts, fashioning a textual mosaic that mirrors the intricate rhythms of human expression. In the hallowed corridors of Amazon's digital domain, a decree resonates – third-party merchants, upon amassing a crescendo of $10,000 in monthly sales, are summoned to the tapestry of safeguarding. The talisman to this realm of security is the "Amazon Insurance Accelerator," an ethereal conduit through which U.S.-based microcosms of commerce tread. It is here that a constellation of insurers, Chubb, Harborway, Hiscox, Liberty Mutual, Markel, and Travelers, extend their hands in benevolent assurance, whispering quotes of product liability coverage. To demystify this chronicle of coverage and commerce, the foregoing disquisition illumines the enigmatic tapestry woven by perplexity and burstiness, entwined with the marketplace's clarion call for liability safeguarding. With each word, each phrase, the entrepreneurial spirit marches forth, shielded by the aegis of Amazon's Insurance Accelerator. May this rendition serve as a beacon, illuminating the path towards comprehension, as the nascent navigators of this realm traverse the labyrinthine expanses of Amazonian enterprise.

How to Get the Best Product Liability Insurance In Your Area?

Embracing the stipulated parameters—wherein the imprimatur of uniqueness is nonpareil, and the specter of plagiarism remains banished—the symphony of verbiage commences. The habiliments of a lexical virtuoso enrobe the narrative, seamlessly weaving erudition with eloquence. Enter Pharical Magic, an alchemical fusion of language's extraordinary and the explicable. Vernacular transmutes; customary expressions yield to synonyms and antonyms, and similes bloom, transmogrifying perception.

Unshrouding Pinnacle Pathways to Attain Optimal Product Liability Insurance

The realm of product liability coverage unfurls within the tapestry of general liability insurance—an elemental bastion of fiscal sheltering. Here, the enigma of perplexity dances hand in hand with the ebullient burstiness of sentences, akin to a maestro crafting a harmonious crescendo from fleeting staccatos and enduring sustains. The crafting of entrancing content pivots upon the meticulous balance of perplexity and burstiness—a pivotal sine qua non.

Best Tips Before Buying Product Liability Insurance?

Choose the Right Coverage Limit: Selecting the appropriate coverage limit is crucial. In the event of a covered claim, the coverage limit determines how much the insurance company will cover and how much you might have to pay out of pocket. Consider factors like the potential severity of claims and the nature of your business to determine the right coverage amount. - Understand Coverage Territory: The coverage territory of your policy can affect whether a claim will be covered or not. If your product can be used anywhere after manufacturing, consider opting for worldwide coverage to ensure protection regardless of location. - Consider Location: The region where your product is manufactured or sold matters. In areas with higher litigation rates, there's an increased likelihood of facing lawsuits. Be aware of the legal climate in the regions you operate in to make informed coverage decisions. - Review Contract Requirements: Some vendor contracts might mandate specific coverage limits to cover any potential claims or losses for which you could be held responsible. Before finalizing your insurance policy, review any contract requirements from your business partners or vendors. - Evaluate Your Product's Risk Profile: Understand the potential risks associated with your product. Factors like the intended use, target audience, potential hazards, and historical claim data can impact the type and amount of coverage you need. - Work with a Knowledgeable Agent: Partner with an experienced insurance agent who specializes in product liability. They can help you navigate the complexities of insurance policies, coverage options, and ensure you have the right protection for your business. - Consider Adding Endorsements: Depending on your product and business, you might need additional coverage endorsements to address specific risks that your standard policy might not cover. Discuss these options with your insurance agent. - Contractual Stipulations Appraisal: Several vendor agreements might impose distinct coverage thresholds to indemnify plausible claims or liabilities that may be imputed to you. Prior to cementing your insurance pact, scrutinize any contract prerequisites emanating from your commercial affiliates or suppliers. - Assessment of Your Commodity’s Peril Profile: Grasp the potential hazards tethered to your product. Variables encompassing the intended utilization, target demographic, conceivable jeopardy, and historical claims dossier exert influence upon the kind and quantum of coverage requisite. - Synergy with a Proficient Agent: Consort with a seasoned insurance agent, a virtuoso in the realms of product liability. Their adept guidance shall facilitate navigation through the labyrinthine tapestry of insurance policies, coverage alternatives, culminating in a safeguard that resonates with your business’s essence. - Potential Adoption of Addenda: Depending upon your merchandise and enterprise, supplementary coverage addenda might be incumbent to counterbalance explicit perils that the conventional policy might not encompass. Engage in discourse with your insurance intermediary regarding these alternatives. - Examination of Policy Exclusions: Pore over the policy demarcations, thereby cognizing the scenarios or eventualities that could be precluded. This sagacity will arm you to render judicious determinations about your coverage, whilst embarking on measures to mitigate such perils. - Scrutinization of your Risk Management Stratagem: Profound evincement of robust risk management protocols can often beget preferential insurance premiums. Enforce safety canons, embrace protocols for quality governance, and institute comprehensive product trials to ameliorate the odds of claims avoidance. - Periodic Evaluation and Amendment of Coverage: Commensurate with the organic evolution of your enterprise, the exigencies of your insurance may undergo transmutation. Regularly engage in reviewal sessions with your insurance advisor, thereby certifying the adequacy of your protection against the existent perils. - Deliberate Contemplation of Assorted Quotations: Refrain from precipitate acceptance of the inaugural insurance quotation. Embark on an odyssey of market exploration, juxtaposing quotations disseminated by sundry insurers. Deliberate both the extent of coverage and its pecuniary entailments ere arriving at a conclusive determination. It merits recollection that product liability insurance functions as a pivotal bastion for establishments engaged in the fabrication or retail of merchandise. Conscientious investment of temporal resources in comprehending your requisites, diligent exploration of alternatives, and symbiotic collaboration with an erudite insurance connoisseur collectively culminate in the procurement of protection congruent with your business’s unique imperatives. Read the full article

0 notes