Unhinged linguistic moment re: my thesis -> in The Beast's Heart (Leife Shallcross), there's a character that helps out the Belle character's family when Isabeau is at the Beast's castle. That character is called *drum roll* Madame Minou. Now why is this funny ? Because "minou" is slang for "pussy".
*5 minutes of cackling and wheezing later*
*inhales* *wipes tears* Aaaah. How do I tastefully write in my thesis that a character is called Mrs Pussy ??? Losing it.
Blurb: He is neither monster nor man, yet he is both. He is the Beast. The day he was cursed to this wretched existence was the day he was saved...although it did not feel so at the time. His redemption sprung from contemptible roots; he is not proud of what he did the day her father happened upon his crumbling, isolated chateau. But if loneliness breeds desperation, then he was desperate indeed, and he did what he felt he must. His shameful behaviour was unjustly rewarded with his Isabeau. She opened his eyes, his mind, and his heart. She taught him how to be human again...and now he might lose her forever.
cats of all types and sizes are god’s perfect killing machines and i can only hope and dream to achieve the raw athletic potential and destructive force that felids are capable of. all while looking like :3
because obviously the doctor is about to blame donna for spilling the coffee, but he catches himself, backs off and apologizes. and it's not him catching himself in a "this is a pointless argument because i'm right and you aren't getting that so i give up" sorta way- because in that beat after, he isn't irritated, he doesn't start trying to figure out a way to reiterate his point. it's him catching himself in a "that was the wrong thing to say and i regret that" sorta way.
it's him catching himself becoming another one of the voices in donna's head calling her a screw up.
sukuna’s concubines serve him. they are there for his pleasure. they don’t get to ask, demand or request anything in return. he uses them for a good fuck, and they comply with obedience. but…things are different with you - his favorite, most precious little pet -
you’re the only one he gets on his knees for, who he worships from between your legs, with his tongue buried against your heat as he eats you out just to hear your pretty cries. you’re the one who earns orgasm after orgasm under the cruel ministrations of his fingers, just because he enjoys watching how far he can push you. you’re the one who sleeps by his side after he fucks you, who remains in the safe comfort of his embrace and who gets littered with sweet kisses just because you’ve earned his adoration
no one else gets this treatment, this reciprocation, other than his most favored~
I just finished A Curse So Dark And Lonely, by Brigid Kemmerer, and wow, it might be even better than The Beast's Heart. That's a fantastic twist on Beauty and the Beast's story, and, this time, I'm using fantastic in its literary sense of "a story that starts in the real world and then gets invaded by the magical". Harper is truly awesome and badass, and I would have loved to see Grey's POV through the story, he's so good and loyal. Rhen is interesting insomuch as he's different from what the character of the Prince usually is in these contemporary rewritings. He's much more pro-active in his life and passive in his curse, if that makes sense, while most other Princes linger in their resignation and frustration.
That was such a fascinating read, I can't wait to start writing my thesis on modern rewritings of B&tB and compare it with The Beast's Heart, A Tale of Love and Revenge, Uprooted or Once Upon A Time, Belle. If you guys know more rewritings in contemporary literature of the tale, please do drop recs, the more samples I have for my thesis, the better!
Oppressed with sleepiness, she went to bed and was snuggling down in the perfumed sheets when her eyes fell on the little table by the bedside. Someone had set a cup of hot chocolate there; half asleep, she reached out her hand for it and drank it. Her eyes closed and she fell into a delicious slumber where she dreamed of her lover, a prince as handsome as the God of Love in picture-books, and when he spoke it was with a voice that went straight to her heart.
Arthur Quiller-Couch, "Beauty and the Beast" from The Sleeping Beauty and Other Fairy Tales from the Old French (1910)