#Hyades Rising

[interrobang-merchant]

@astralpoint

{she pulled herself upon the brick wall- slipping and tumbling down the wall on the other side. wincing and yelping in pain} "fUCK"

(Camilla jumps up and points her mechanical arm at Amar. Then she seems to realise.)

A-Amar‽

#strange is the night where black stars rise #songs that the hyades shall sing #the second act

[l-e-g-i-o-n-losh]

OWWW *tom and jerry style yowling with fur all bristled up* im not even on my leg rn and it hurts wth. Im gonna have a little lie down but WHAT

#songs that the hyades shall sing #i REALLY dont want to go see a dr rn w covid numbers rising again but call me a little teapot bc im getting real steamed #anyone got recs for affordable canes other than cvs? dad always gets cvs/walgreens canes and the button jams+the stopper wears through fast #dad's last cane by the time he replaced it the button actually wore down through the metal to the next hole & got too short

[beatingdrumspouringwine]

Nysios

Let my voice be raised up in praise of Nysa, That beautiful land in which Dionysos was raised. Among its fields did He run, His feet splashing in brooks, His afternoons spent under the shade of ancient trees, His laughter echoing off of the rocky heights. Let my voice sing the praises of Nysa, Where the first Maenads did roam, Where the music of the Hyades lulled Dionysos to sleep, Where cymbals crashed and flutes shrieked, In that blessed mythic land. Glorious is that land which gave rise to Dionysos, Thus do they call Him Nysios, from Nysa, It is fruitful for wine, Joyful for play, And deep and dark for mysteries divine. Praise to Dionysos Nysios, The glory which was born in the mountains has spread over the Earth.

#dionysos #dionysian #dionysus #hellenic polytheism #hellenic polytheist #dionysos deity #dionysus deity #hellenic pagan #hellenic gods #hellenism #helpol #paganblr

[cinderfeather]

The King in Yellow

Along the shore the cloud waves break, The twin suns sink behind the lake, The shadows lengthen In Carcosa.   Strange is the night where black stars rise, And strange moons circle through the skies But stranger still is Lost Carcosa.   Songs that the Hyades shall sing, Where flap the tatters of the King, Must die unheard in Dim Carcosa. Song of my soul, my voice is dead; Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed Shall dry and die in Lost Carcosa.   Cassilda's Song in "The King in Yellow," Act i, Scene 2.

– Robert W. Chambers, The King in Yellow. Guternberg link.

The Sith in Yellow

The edges of the object lit up in yellow, the outer pieces lifting off and whizzing in a synchronised dance. A yellow-tinged hologram appeared above the inner core, about thirty centimetres tall. Tattered robes covered the figure’s body. Fastened to their face was a mask that gave the appearance of a stiffened corpse. The apparition lifted its head and began to speak: "Along the shore the cloud waves break, The twin suns sink behind the lake, The shadows lengthen In Carcosa." Twin Suns? What planet was it referring to? Tatooine?

Luke racked his brains. He had studied galaxy maps in detail as a child, determined to prepare for his career as a pilot. But nowhere on the most obscure map did he hear of a planet named 'Carcosa'. "Strange is the night where the black stars rise, And strange moons circle through the skies, But stranger still is Lost Carcosa." Black stars? Black holes? The Death Star was one strange moon—was it talking about Alderaan? No, that didn't make sense—Vader existed long before the Death Star was built. "Songs that the Rain-Bearers sing with, Where flap the tatters of the Sith, Must die unheard in Dim Carcosa." There wasn't much rain on Tatooine. But neither was there on many other planets. Tatoo myths were filled with Rain-Bearers, but never the word 'Sith'. "Song of my soul, my voice is dead, Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed Shall dry and die in Lost Carcosa." Grief without tears? Those turns of phrase riddled Tatoo funeral songs. Carcosa had to be an old name for Tatooine. Yes, strange sentences here and there, they mirrored songs Beru sung, poems from the middle of folk tales her own mother had told while weaving cloaks of bantha fur, and odd gestures the hologram made that reminded him of motions in Tusken sign language. As the voice continued, Luke concluded it was telling a story. He felt the weight of a world once cherished die from greed and invasion; the legacy of slavery and the fight to be free. And grief, not just of a loved one but of a whole planet once lush and green now rendered into a shadow of what it once was. It commonly held that Tatooine was a desert when humans arrived, but the stories and legends in Tusken folklore said otherwise. There was more, lurking behind the story, the edge of a maddening thought, but every time it came near, an old word in High Basic would distract him and knock it from his grasp.

Read the rest on Ao3.

#star wars fanfiction #cosmic horror #eldritch horror #Robert W. Chambers #The King in Yellow #the sith in yellow #my wriiting #luke skywalker #carcosa

[grayintogreen]

So the song repeatedly sung in the Lucien novel refers to a “yellow king” and it just hit me… that’s the other name for HASTUR, one of the Lovecraftian elder gods.

And if you’re up on your Lovectaftian lore (which I know you are), The King in Yellow is a two-act play. Early on, we have this song:

Along the shore the cloud waves break,

The twin suns sink beneath the lake,

The shadows lengthen

In Carcosa.

Strange is the night where black stars rise,

And strange moons circle through the skies

But stranger still is

Lost Carcosa.

Songs that the Hyades shall sing,

Where flap the tatters of the King,

Must die unheard in

Dim Carcosa.

AND WHAT DOES CARCOSA SOUND LIKE? Hm?

Later, we also get this exchange:

Camilla: You, sir, should unmask.

Stranger: Indeed?

Cassilda: Indeed, it's time. We have all laid aside disguise but you.

Stranger: I wear no mask.

Camilla: (Terrified, aside to Cassilda.) No mask? No mask!

A good chunk of the story is about Lucien putting on a show until he’s lying to himself. Until he becomes exactly the monster he claimed he wasn’t.

And then there’s the fact that Act Two deals with protagonists reading the play The King in Yellow and describing people going mad in the process. HM?

And I know all of this is intentional because Roux’s written Lovecraftian lore based stories like well fucking done.

#critical role #nine eyes of lucien spoilers #the nine eyes of lucien #tneol spoilers

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

i am gonna ask you about hastur....

Takes a deep breath in.. OK weird rant with many typos below

Ok so before I tell u abt hastur/xastur/they who shall not be named/ect and carcosa you first need to read this poem. It will make sense in a bit

"Along the shore the cloud waves break,The twin suns sink behind* the lake,The shadows lengthen

In Carcosa.

Strange is the night where black stars rise,And strange moons circle through the skiesBut stranger still is

Lost Carcosa.

Songs that the Hyades shall sing,Where flap the tatters of the King,Must die unheard in

Dim Carcosa.

Song of my soul, my voice is dead;Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed Shall dry and die in

Lost Carcosa."

In the story of Hastur there is a playwrite/script they wrote called The King in Yellow which is banned by most governments because it's believed to "change people." Many who read this book go insane and most who seek out the book are lost souls or artists.

Hastur is an eldritch being that is also a star called Carcosa that drifts through space. Carcosa is considered a dead place filled with lost souls of distinguished artists who were post or never recognized ect ect. Hence why lost souls go to die in Carcosa.

Hastur can control where Carcosa goes and get stronger with each new followers they gain. Carcosa is a star like the sun but has cities and stuff on it. Its even cooler when you realize the sun is pretty close to being an eldritch horror already. I.e. it screams but no one can hear it, it lives a long time but is not immortal, being exposed to it for too long is dangerous, itm will eventually die and kill us all, it has several fires limbs that extend, ect ect.

Unlike most eldritch beings Hastur in the original text is only really seen once? Where he comforts an artist that lost their way and welcome them to carcosa. Inna way they can be seen as a bit more sympathetic/kinder than most beings. This is probably because their loyal subjects are very like-minded and similar to them.

A lot of members are artisans/artists in their own ways. Actors, hairdressers, painters, architects ect.

Hastur has many names but no description besides wearing yellow. They have no defined gender either. They are also often deacribed as a jester or wearing jesters clothing and drama masks

A common way Hastur is portrayed is a bit haughty and arrogant. They speak in playwrites and poems and come off very eloquent is not a bit pretentious. To Carcosians however they can understand them perfectly.

When a new member joins Hatur they wear yellow and drama masks. Some believe that Hatur can control you mind the minute you put the mask on. Others say that he can't and the obedience comes from the cuts respect for Hastur. (Check out Suckers for loves take on hatur I love it)

Your face is believed to stretch and morph to fit the mask you are given and that it's impossible to take it off without ripping off your face.

Hastur is believed to be more powerful in light or not even have a true body. Some think Hastur is an illusion that only shows up in bright area and dissappears during the day. Furthermore as long as sunlight is in a room, Hastur can appear.

There just so much I love about them. I've read their book and even read all of HP Lovecrafts written works (fuck HP Lovecraft though. Pirate his shit he's a fucked up dude) along with several worls based off his stuff.

Other cool Lovecrafts I adore besides Cthulu are Nyarlathotep, Azathoth, The Nameless Mist, Yog Sothoth.

However do keep in mind these monsters are incomprehensible. They have no true personality and are all up to interpretation so here's my interpretation. The best part about these monsters is that because they rely on interpretation you can change them to how you like. Hence why I have many Carcosian and Hastur OCS, they have to be one of my fave eldritch gods sorry if they rant made no sense at all I just have so many feelings

#not writing #not requests #snowtombed #monster mc #hastur #carcosa #eldritch rambles #fuck hp lovecraft #he had a story where there was this konster and the monster was just somw mexican werewolf #more emphasis on him being a mexican ofc like ??? #also dont look up his cats name

[cosmogenous]

Along the shore the cloud waves break,

The twin suns sink behind the lake,

The shadows lengthen

In Carcosa.

Strange is the night where black stars rise,

And strange moons circle through the skies

But stranger still is

Lost Carcosa.

Songs that the Hyades shall sing,

Where flap the tatters of the King,

Must die unheard in

Dim Carcosa.

Song of my soul, my voice is dead;

Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed

Shall dry and die in

Lost Carcosa.

#robert w chambers #1895 #cassilda's song #lit

[nk-high-theater-department]

Along the shore the cloud waves break, The twin suns sink behind the lake, The shadows lengthen In Carcosa.

Strange is the night where black stars rise, And strange moons circle through the skies, But stranger still is Lost Carcosa.

Songs that the Hyades shall sing, Where flap the tatters of the King, Must die unheard in Dim Carcosa.

Song of my soul, my voice is dead, Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed Shall dry and die in Lost Carcosa.

[rhetoricandlogic]

The King in Yellow - Robert Chambers

Along the shore the cloud waves break, The twin suns sink beneath the lake, The shadows lengthen In Carcosa. Strange is the night where black stars rise, And strange moons circle through the skies But stranger still is Lost Carcosa. Songs that the Hyades shall sing, Where flap the tatters of the King, Must die unheard in Dim Carcosa. Song of my soul, my voice is dead; Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed Shall dry and die in Lost Carcosa. Cassilda's Song in "The King in Yellow," Act I, Scene 2

(I probably shouldn't open a review with lines from a play that has such ill effects on people, but the excerpts from the play were my favorite parts.)

I have done homework for this review, which I now share with you: In about 1887, Gustave Nadaud writes a poem called "Carcassonne" (available online here) about a man dying before he sets eyes on the city of his heart's desire. This inspires Lord Dunsany to write a short story of the same name (included in A Dreamer's Tales), William Faulkner to write a short story of the same name (available in These Thirteen), and, apparently, Ambrose Bierce to write a short story called "An Inhabitant of Carcosa" (available in Can Such Things Be?).

Bierce's story in turn inspires Robert W. Chambers to write a collection of short stories called A King in Yellow (a review of which you are now reading), in which the first four interlocking stories follow the repercussions of a fictional play also called A King in Yellow set in the theoretically still fictional Carcosa. Which in turn inspired H.P. Lovecraft to do something I haven't finished researching yet. Which has apparently spawned a whole cottage industry of books about the king in yellow and Carcosa (just judging by what I'm seeing on Amazon, here). So this is a literary iceberg we're standing on.

The Repairer of Reputations The first story stars a Mr. Hildred Castaigne, convalescing from a concussion, poor man. The story shines in the first part for the sheer 'what on earth am I reading?' reaction it provokes, but half that reaction comes from the fact that the book was written in 1895 and describes a utopia (complete with a nasty little bit of racism) imagined in 1920. The other half comes from Mr. Castaigne, (view spoiler). The Mask The second story stars a character mentioned briefly in the first story, Boris Yvain, and narrator Alec. I think of this one as a retelling (view spoiler). I rather enjoyed this one. In the Court of the Dragon This one stars an unnamed narrator and only names a Monseigneur C____. It is therefore difficult to say the exact links, but I have my suspicions. The Yellow Sign The fourth story stars Jack Scott (from the second story), an organist who may or may not be from the third story, as well as (view spoiler), and references the events of the first story. This is the most horrific story of the quartet. The Demoiselle D'ys Starring Philip and Jean D'ys. No links to other stories, but a pretty tragedy. The Prophets' Paradise A little bit of experimental fiction that didn't really work for me, although the words were strung together nicely enough; it might be better understood as poetry. The Street of the Four Winds The last four stories also form a quartet, but they have nothing to do with Carcosa or the horror genre. This first of the four stars Severn and Sylvia Elven. I kind of this one, because Severn is the kind of man who will feed a hungry cat better than he feeds himself. The Street of the First Shell This one also has a Sylvia, and a Jack Trent? Annoyed. Long war story. Skipped. The Street of Our Lady of the Fields Americans studying in Paris. Romance. Officially bored now. Barely skimmed. Rue Barree Same Americans (different set), still a romance. Skimmed.

Overall, this was really a 2.5 for me (as a 200 page book that took me over a week to read). But I'm glad I read it for the sake of all the allusions I'm sure I've been missing and will now be able to understand. So it's got that going for it. And looking back I really did like the first four stories and a couple of the later ones, for all that the book was a slog. Rounding up.

#Robert Chambers #The King in Yellow #mahreviews #long post

[klimkovsky]

Hyades — messengers of the rains of Celestial tears

"The story of the Hyades is highly foggy, like an autumn morning in Greek Boeotia, when the radiance of the predawn stars melts in the rays of the rising Helios, but the clouds floating from the north bring only rain, and not the warmth of the passing summer…"

Friends, for you here is my new article covers several areas of knowledge: astronomy, history, mythology and cultural studies. But above all, it is designed to introduce you to a very beautiful and interesting open stellar cluster located in the zodiacal constellation Taurus.

Read for pleasure please https://neane.page.link/Hyades

#astronomy #cosmoc #universe #stars #constellations #aldebaran #Hyades #Pleiades #Mythos #Mythology #Greece #Hellas

[interrobang-merchant]

⮚ ...oh ye-ah, ðat must b-e it.

Well, how do you know? Ðere are a lot of houses wið huge robot legs! /src

⮚ ...

Okay, sorry. Ðat wasn't funny.

[@shady-item-shop]

(Cassilda hasn't noticed you, presumably because Shady is tiny and Cassilda is in a boiler room. Kschwal, try writing a letter or something.)

#along the shore the cloud waves break #strange is the night where black stars rise #songs that the hyades shall sing

[snipehuntpotatosack]

Arsinoë

Her mind rising above the lip of the cave (my breast and my guide), were you the last I saw, or the white-blue Ionian sky?

Were you the last voice I heard - “You are dedicated” - before the cyclical death?

Silver-rain nymph, my breast, my teacher, my ecstatic, my dancer, now set among the Hyades in April’s nightscape

I am dedicated as so many since then in Zagreus’ cave her silver tears the last I know

#poetry #writerscreed

[haselhurst-of-alagadda]

"along the shore the cloud waves break... The twin suns sink, behind the lake. The shadows lengthen... In carcosa. Strange is the night where black stars rise, and strange moons circle through the skies... But stranger still is lost carcosa. Songs the hyades shall sing. where flap the tatters of the king. Must die unheard... In dim carcosa. Song of my soul, my voice is dead; die thou, unsung, as tears unshed... Shall dry and die again, in lost carcosa."

[ricmlm]

The moderate Quadrantid meteor shower is active from Dec. 28 to Jan. 12. The moon will wash out faint meteors, but the shower often produces bright "fireball" meteors.

Look for brilliant Venus rising with a slim crescent moon in the southeast, in the hour before sunrise, on Monday, Jan. 8. The moon will appear very close to the bright red star Antares, appearing to pass in front of the star for observers in parts of the Western U.S. On Jan. 13 and 14, the crescent moon will be visible with Saturn for observers in the southwest for a couple of hours following sunset.

If you have access to a telescope or binoculars, January 14–20 is a great week to pull them out. The presence of the first quarter moon makes for great viewing opportunities as you sweep across the sky, exploring the Moon, then Jupiter and its moons, the Pleiades, the Hyades, and the Orion Nebula.

#Instagram

[historiaocculta]

Along the shore the cloud waves break, The twin suns sink beneath the lake, The shadows lengthen In Carcosa. Strange is the night where black stars rise, And strange moons circle through the skies But stranger still is Lost Carcosa. Songs that the Hyades shall sing, Where flap the tatters of the King, Must die unheard in Dim Carcosa. Song of my soul, my voice is dead; Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed Shall dry and die in Lost Carcosa.

The King in Yellow, "Cassilda's Song" comes from Act I, Scene 2 Robert W. Chambers

#the king in yellow #robert w chambers #carcosa #fiction #supernatural horror #weird fiction #hastur

[illegiblewords]

Marcel Moreau - The King in Yellow

Along the shore the cloud waves break, The twin suns sink behind the lake, The shadows lengthen In Carcosa. Strange is the night where black stars rise, And strange moons circle through the skies But stranger still is Lost Carcosa. Songs that the Hyades shall sing, Where flap the tatters of the King, Must die unheard in Dim Carcosa. Song of my soul, my voice is dead; Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed Shall dry and die in Lost Carcosa.

- Cassilda’s Song, Robert W. Chambers

#final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #final fantasy xiv screenshots #ffxiv #elezen