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𓃠 She/Her. Adult. Mostly Boa Hancock, self-shipping & fictional women (exactly 3 women including My Empress).
Header's art is of Lynn and Her Empress by sweetest Choco @chocoandstrawberriesontop ♡ !
This is a side blog but I treat it as a main—.
The Face, January 1998.
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I don’t think I could expect to read a paper on rusalki and their relation to death and sexuality and be this emotionally moved. such a wonderful, in-depth, and human analysis of a folklore entity so often misrepresented and misunderstood to fit a prettier and more comfortable narrative, oh my
because so few people actually try to see beyond the binary, so few understand that humans are strange and their beliefs have always been complex - and that our beliefs about death and about sex are strange, they escape the obvious binaries and categories, especially when one considers cultures where pre-christian beliefs have clashed with or grew into christian ones
it’s a breath of fresh air to read something truly in-depth.
yes, sorry! - here is the paper:
Rusalki: Anthropology of Time, Death, and Sexuality in Slavic Folklore by Jiří Dynda from Vol.20 (2017) of Studia Mythologica Slavica.
I would wholeheartedly recommend you all to read it, especially given it is not a long paper at all. but for those curious as to why I’m so thrilled who have little time at the moment - and also to serve as a bit of an ad - please see some of my favourite fragments:
it is rare to actually see this idea of “slavic nymph (but nastier and deadlier)” being challenged! and as you know, I’m an absolute hater of “x is a Slavic >insert Greek or Roman entity or idea< so this was already promising.
folklore NEVER truly know the conclusively original version! yes! so so so incredibly important! never trust a paper that claims otherwise - reaching very old archetypes is possible, yes, but it’s never possible to state with absolute certainty that it was the first of the first of its kind.
how human, the above, no? is that all they are? can we blame them?
can’t overstate how important this is and HOW EASILY OVERLOOKED. feminist analysis of myth does tend to pay attention to the ideas of the men who ruled the field, yes, but then it overlooks even its own biases. and then, a huge part of historians and ethnographers simply pretend their own contemporary cultural bias never finds a way in.
they do not know how.
how very slavic and how very true, how very reflective of our own strange human nature and our own strange spirituality. neither here nor there. neither dead… nor alive.
and death and birth is the same, and one, and the cycle coils and closes. ancestors are patrons of this revival, yes, and so are gods and so is Christ - but the flowering, the ripening, the most in-between, the liminal, the misunderstood, the tragic yet crucial…
those are the rusalki.
I want to do another AU with my Crimson Lion ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡
Which to do... so many options such a short time to enjoy one at all...
An Urartian Broze recumbent Bull, 8th-7th cent. BC, Armenia. Private collection of Mr K.A.
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My to-read next pile has:
Zofloya.—Has been on my mind for a while now.
White Oleander.—I loved the film, and I thought I must read the novel
The Vampyre.—a classic I must be familiar with if I love Mary Shelly (which is a fact, by the way).
The Mysteries of Udolpho.—It's lengthy so I will probably get it as an audibook + an epub to follow along since I'm easily bored by reading loooong things in English (Thank God it is NOT my native language!).
Lynn, whose palm presses on the left cheek of her Crimson Lion—on his Glasgow smile—. The other hand, its fingers dancing softly on the skin of his neck, behind his ear, the back of his head, in his hair—endearing and provoking. Eyes smiling and her frame only a breath away from pressing softly upon his. “What are ye thinking?” Spoken so close, composed—content. “The cat.” Red eyes widen. Displeased. “The neighbour's black cat... she might come; the curtain is drawn. She loves night rendezvous...” Lynn says, breath falling short at the last syllabus—heat entrancing her; trapped underneath a grown Lion now. A sound that plays between a laugh and a contented sigh leaves her lips. Eyes tracing every shadow and undulation—flesh so warm a touch would leave a burn. “Too bad a Lion beat her to it.” She mewls, hands tenderly combing through the blush of dawn.
Going to sleep while thinking of how insane I was while writing this...
I'm always here before bed....... true madness...
I can't believe I stopped working out just because I have work/a job... I need to get BACK to it
Lynn I had to tell you Remy Bond’s music reminds me so much of you !!!! 💋
Oh :0!!!! I never heard of her until now! I will try to listen to her music and see what made you think of yours truly 💋
I love the scenes of them just being together in the same space... each to their own but together... #romance...
GOOD GOD
Very shamelessly, Lynn and her sly lover up to a mischievous feat again, and Lupin half-jokes, "Baby is so without shame." And Lyn replies, fingers flushed against his neck and the other hand easing his collar, "I never lie about what I want." And that sets off a boisterous laughter that shakes Lynn almost off his lap. "True," He answers as he holds a hand to his forehead, as he continues to laugh. And Lynn shrugs it off—lips pressed to his dimple, indulging herself.
And then they kiss for hours until Lynn bites—lashes darkened and fluttering against his temple—and demands her sweet treat !
Who remembers...
