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jtownraindancer · 5 months
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I tend to look at Charlie Kelly in much the same way.
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notasapleasure · 2 years
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Jo are you trying to make sense of the Tekke scene again even though you know it hurts your heart and makes you crazy?
Put Pawn in Frankincense DOWN and go back to work.
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elisaenglish · 2 years
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Let’s talk fire, for the sake of understanding—let us talk the life of the soul...
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seventhfolder · 2 years
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I shouldn't read twitter around free agency, but if the rumour I read is true I am going to learn to teleport to set the GM's house on fire.
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dearorpheus · 1 year
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Are there any non-fiction you can recommend for people who are fascinated by your blog (especially the elements of dark eroticism, morbidity and horror)?
🖤 love that you are loving!
i will try to stick to non-fic (also refraining as best i can from re-recommending texts from previous asks but there is of course bound to be some overlap): - The Severed Head: Capital Visions, Julia Kristeva -> read about Aubrey Beardsley's illustrations for Salomé (x, x)
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and supplement w Baudelaire's Une Martyre "in which the narrator lovingly contemplates the beauty of a woman's severed head at rest upon a nightstand"
- Masochism: Coldness and Cruelty & Venus in Furs, Deleuze - The Sadeian Woman: And the Ideology of Pornography, Angela Carter - Aesthetic Sexuality: A Literary History of Sadomasochism, Romana Byrne - Perverse Desire and the Ambiguous Icon, Allen S. Weiss - "Must We Burn Sade?", Simone de Beauvoir -> read also about Erzsébet Báthory, the Bloody Countess. supplement your readings with Borowcyzk's Immoral Tales (1973), Julie Delpy's The Countess (2009), Alejandra Pizarnik's La Condesa Sangrienta and/or, if you have the stomach for it:
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Lorna's death in Hostel Pt II (2007), inspired by the Countess^
- Anaïs Nin's diaries + Henry and June - Abject Eroticism in Northern Renaissance Art, Yvonne Owens
Hans Baldung Grien "gave powerful visual expression to late medieval tropes and stereotypes, such as the poison maiden, venomous virgin, the Fall of Man, 'death and the maiden' and other motifs and eschatological themes, which mingled abject and erotic qualities in the female body"
- Satanic Feminism: Lucifer as the Liberator of Woman in Nineteenth-Century Culture, Per Faxneld - The Library of Esoterica's Witchcraft - the biographical Taschen on H.R. Giger's oeuvre—biomechanical, Lovecraftian-tentacular fused limbs, bodies, systems, overtly phallic/yonic symbology, darkly psychedelic... very much fantastically erotic; I have my eye on the 40th Anniversary Edition
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Giger, as we know, having designed the xenomorph from the Alien (1979) series to have an intensely sexual evolution:
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- DEFINITELY read about+explore ero guro (see also: Bataille's L'histoire de l'œil / Story of the Eye! though it is fiction)
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brief introductory articles here and here but it's truly so rich and decadent... delve into it!! film, lit, manga, history, so on... -> watch Nagisa Ōshima's In The Realm Of The Senses (1976) too
- if you can read French by any chance, Le Corps Souillé (The Soiled Body) by Eric Falardeau looks incredible; if not, this excerpt alone is delightfully provocative even in isolation - similarly, L'espirit de plaisir: Une histoire de la sexualité et de l’érotisme au Japon (The Spirit of Pleasure: A History of Sexuality and Eroticism in Japan) by Philippe Pons and Pierre-François Souyri is something I'm hoping might see an English translation
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^an excerpt from an interview with the authors
- The Art of Cruelty + The Red Parts, Maggie Nelson - Crucial Interventions: An Illustrated Treatise on the Principles & Practice of Nineteenth-Century Surgery, Richard Barnett - The Butchering Art, Lindsey Fitzharris - Death, Disease and Dissection, Suzie Grogan - The Theatre and Its Double, Antonin Artaud - Men, Women, and Chainsaws, Carol J. Clover - House of Psychotic Women, Kier-La Janisse - The Monstrous-Feminine, Barbara Creed - Dead Blondes and Bad Mothers, Sady Doyle - The Lady From The Black Lagoon, Mallory O'Meara
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kuro-frills · 2 months
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cage skirt essentials 😂
corset: sheglit
headdress: Lilith et Adalia
blouse: L'Espirit de la Noblesse
overdress: MissDanger
tights: triple fortune
choker: Neant glass
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Please read l'espirit de l'escalier by catherynne m. valente. It’s basically “died and came back wrong” with modern day Eurydice and Orpheus. I read it and couldn’t help myself but want to apply it to mc/the demon bros
TW for graphic descriptions of death, decay, and a reanimated corpse, tho
I finally got around to reading this one anon and I love it so much. Just - people are not meant to return from the dead. Perhaps MC was not dead for long. Perhaps their soul, caught by Lilith, did not fully pass on to wherever it was meant to go.
Their body, the one they inhabit now, the one they dropped into, kicking out the soul of its original inhabitant - this body has never been dead. The heart has never once stopped beating, the mind never lost the impulses that sparked between each neuron.
There were two copies of the same person in this timeline, for a little less than 30 minutes. One lost their body, one lost their soul, and now they are one.
There is no reason for this body to decay, but the soul - sometimes, the soul forgets that it is alive. Forgets that it has a body it needs to nourish.
In the lounge room Asmo must shake their shoulder, remind them to breathe. The instinct disappears, sometimes. The movement of the lungs becomes a manual process. He tries not to panic, in these moments. Asmo likes to have their concern and sympathy on him, but their eyes are distant and he must wait for their love and care to return.
Mammon holds them as they sleep, head rested against their chest to listen. In the dead of night, he sits up and pumps his hands against cooling flesh, count of 30, checks their breath. The nerves that once controlled the heart's beat forget, when his human is deep asleep. He must do it for them.
Beel has the relatively easy task of reminding them they must eat. It is a task well-suited for him and, in truth, the only one his brothers want to allow him to take. Beel, they know now, has always shouldered far too much of the burden when it comes to guilt and grief. It is better that he simply adapts to their change in taste, providing them with meat served bloody rare.
Satan does not generally flaunt his position as an elder brother, but he does feel protective of the twins and Asmo at times. He shields them from just how much more vulnerable their human has become. Little wounds, even paper cuts, do not close. The bleeding is slow but it does not stop. All the magical strength of the fourth born is focused on their healing, yet it feels like a bandaid. Satan swears that if he looks closely, he can still see all those little wounds. He keeps healing them anyway.
Levi was a general, is an admiral. He can think ahead, and as soon as he notices these little problems cropping up, he strategises. He has blood thinners for the days their heart is working too hard to move blood that is sluggish, slow, pools in their legs and feet. He stocks his room with vitamins, orders a sun lamp, gifts them with warm Ruri-chan socks and sweaters for when they can only feel the cold. He does this with all the care and boredom that comes with ordering Henry 2.0's food and cleaning his tank.
Lucifer cannot hide everything from his brothers, but he does try to take on the most brutal of the work.
He slices through skin that does not bleed as vividly as it should. Satan takes care of the surface - Lucifer takes care of what's inside. He banishes any rot that sets in their lungs. Pinches and fixes any veins - or, his father forbid, arteries - that have split. Ensures each organ is in its place. Sews them back together good as new. They never thank him. He doesn't ask them to.
And Belphegor - what can he do? Whenever he approaches, their skin cools, their breathing slows, their heart skip-skip-stops. The greatest miracle any of them have ever seen, and he cannot even touch it without it breaking.
Souls were not meant to return. The price for a miracle never stops being paid.
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necrophagist13 · 9 months
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There's this thing, they have in french: L'espirit d'escalier. The spirit of the stairway. I don't think we have a word for it in English. It means, well, the clever things to say that you only think to yourself when you're on the way out.
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jtownraindancer · 4 months
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Ace's TURИ for Burn Rewatch: Sealed Fate
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helllakb · 10 months
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Joan Miró
L'Espirit, 1969
Color Lithograph
36 × 25 in | 91.4 × 63.5 cm
Edition 50/75
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La Grâce, la Beauté, l'Amour, l'Espirit se donnent rendez-vous a l'Opéra. Gavarni guide la fantasie et Musard ranime l'entrain, souléve la tempête de ses cuivres diaboliques.
Grace, Beauty, Love, Spirit come together at the Opera. Gavarni guides the fantasy and Musard revives the spirit, raises the storm with his diabolical brass.    -- Le Rire (The Laugh; French comic)
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christophe76460 · 11 months
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Regardez "LE PLUS POPULAIRE LOUANGE ET ADORATION DE LIBÉRATION ET DE GUÉRISON PAR L'ESPIRIT SAINT 2023" sur YouTube
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pasdetrois · 3 years
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Just finished reading L’espirit d’Escalier by Catherynne M. Valente and now I am sad with thoughts to jot down. As a brief summary, this is a contemporary retelling where Orpheus is actually successful in his quest to bring Eurydice back from death. The aftermath is explored in this short story. (FYI there are mentions of death and body horror)
The story commences with the premise that Eurydice has returned, but she has come back with the visible remembrance of death. And I do mean visible. She has perpetual graveyard dirt under her nails, mold inching along her spine and seeping into the furniture, skin that easily rots and tears, blooming with sludge instead of blood, and so on. And beyond the physical reminders, she’s also unable to mentally reconcile with being in the realm of the living any longer. She is essentially a ghost that has been saddled with a body she no longer knows how to occupy. So, yes, Orpheus has triumphed over death, but in what may be the most miserable way possible, and it quickly becomes evident that the story is simply not meant to go this way.
It made me think about how the myth itself seems to require Orpheus to fail again and again in every iteration. And how that failure (depending on how you decide to read the story or even which account you read) could be the true evidence of Orpheus’ love for Eurydice, perhaps even more than the grandiose gesture of descending into the Underworld to retrieve her. He misses her so much he turns around before he can even think about Hades’ warning, he is overeager with longing to see her once again and frightened that he will lose his opportunity to do so, she calls his name and it is instinctual for him to turn back, and so on. But in this version he does not. He assumes that the story will progress as he has imagined it for himself and does not show that same desperation his previous incarnations did. This change is discussed twice in the story. Once near the beginning when Eurydice is walking in front of him and he calls out to her:
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And again in the final chapter when Orpheus asks Eurydice if she loves him:
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Her grief in being forcibly brought back to the realm of the living when she is so evidently still tethered to death is made plain throughout the story. So she could of course be indicating that she wished Orpheus had failed his deal, thereby sparing her this in-between state of horror. But I think it goes beyond that. In this version he wants her enough to circumvent the laws of death, but he doesn’t love her enough to look back and see her. Not just his wife, or the girl who drank in his songs like a flower reaching towards the sun, but her, the person, Eurydice. After all, when he calls out to her, it’s instinctual for her to look back, “a reflex outside thought or ego.” But he couldn’t reciprocate it in this version of events, so he ends up losing her anyway, this time of his own volition. The story was always going to be a tragedy, but it was never meant to play out this way, and that’s what made this retelling even more morose for me.
Anyway, all ramblings aside, as of Aug 27, 2021, you can read the story here or buy the e-book for $0.99 if you’d like to support the author!
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elisaenglish · 4 years
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He asks if we’re related, and I want to wrap my tongue around refusal in the starkest vein, fuck predictability, chase it with that blackened flame not yearning for attention.
“What’s in a name?” I almost say. But really I am tripping here, and what’s a girl supposed to do with hell and all its rabid fears?
Do I play you in the backseat, a trouble past or feather come, or do I split my chest to catch your eyes before you die unloved? Perhaps I’ll slick the melting with a rhythm of my own, strip you of your shackles just to bring you home.
Sweet dancing.
Something like a grave for grave; psychedelic time unfolded. I would choose forever, though you’re rotted to the bone.
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onlyhurtforaminute · 5 years
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CRITIC-NANTI
FRENCH TECH-DEATH
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awfulwingz · 3 years
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[[ L'ESPIRIT SOUS VOILE ]] 
// My partner and I are playing this and I'm effectively falling into the Resident Evil trap
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