#ptolemaea (blessed be the children)

[henrysglock]

writing the party being normal kids is actually one of my fave things to do believe it or not

[hauntedwoman]

29 👀

29. three songs that have influenced you the most

"smoke signals" - phoebe bridgers (i have a tattoo for the lyric 'i buried a hatchet it's coming up lavender')

"forget about" - sibyelle baier (literally the only love song to ever exist)

"ptolemaea" - ethel cain (i wish every song made me fear for my life tbh)

[hella1975]

a valid amount of focus on the ptolemaea scream but not enough focus on the sheer insanity of the final verse. blessed be the daughters of cain bound to suffering eternal through the sins of their fathers committed long before their conception blessed be their whore mothers tired and angry waiting with bated breath in a ferry that will never move again blessed be the children each and every one come to know their god through some senseless act of violence blessed be you girl promised to me by a man who can only feel hatred and contempt towards you i am no good nor evil simply i am and i have come to take what is mine i was there in the dark when you spilled your first blood i am here now as you run from me still run then child you can't hide from me forever????? hello??????

[p4nishers]

Blessed be the children

Each and every one come to know their god through some senseless act of violence

claudia de pointe du lac, lestat de lioncourt in interview with the vampire / ptolemaea by ethel cain

[stcantarella]

Blessed be the children of Rome

Ptolemaea + The Abduction of the Sabine Women - Nicolas Poussin, The Intervention of the Sabine Women - Jacques-Louis David, The Death of Julius Caesar - Vincenzo Camuccini

[texaschainsawmascara]

Blessed be the children, each and every one come to know their God through some senseless act of violence.

Ptolemaea - Ethel Cain / Hereditary (2018)

[ethelcain-songs]

Ptolmaea Ethel Cain

I followed you in and I was with you there I invited you in twice, I did You love blood too much But not like I do Not like I do

Heard you, saw you, felt you, gave you Need you, love you, love you, love you Heard you, saw you, felt you, love you Love you, love you, love you, love you Love you, love you, love you, love you Love you, love you, love you, love you You'd do well to say yes to me

Suffer does the wolf, crawling to thee Promising a big fire, any fire Saying I'm the one, he's gonna take me I'm on fire, I'm on fire, I'm on fire Suffering is nigh, drawing to me Calling me the one, I'm the white light Beautiful, finite

Even the iron still fears the rot Hiding from something I cannot stop Walking on shadows, I can't lead him back, uh Buckled on the floor when night comes along Daddy's left and momma won't come home, oh, uh

You poor thing Sweet, mourning lamb There's nothing you can do It's already been done

What fear a man like you brings upon a woman like me (show me your face) Please, don't look at me I can see it in your eyes, he keeps looking at me Tell me, what have you done?

Stop, stop, stop, make it stop Stop, make it stop, make it stop I've had enough Stop, stop, stop, stop Stop, stop, stop, stop

I am the face Of love's rage I am the face Of love's rage

Blessed be the Daughters of Cain Bound to suffering eternal through the sins of their fathers committed long before their conception Blessed be their whore mothers Tired and angry, waiting with bated breath in a ferry that will never move again Blessed be the children Each and every one come to know their god through some senseless act of violence Blessed be you, girl Promised to me by a man who can only feel hatred and contempt towards you

I am no good nor evil, simply I am And I have come to take what is mine I was there in the dark when you spilled your first blood I am here now, as you run from me still Run then, child You can't hide from me forever

[keehomania]

MORE MORE MORE (더 더 더) (DRABBLE)

✧.* 16+

jungkook fell in love with korea when he was twelve years old. by eighteen, he knew he had to see it all. he wanted to see how his story would unfold. so, he took the risk and the fall. his memory was restricted to a polaroid, all the bad ones drowning in a void. he wore his smile on his face and his heart on his sleeve. he said to his father, “i wanna stay, but i have to leave.”

he loved his daddy and his love for his wife, he grew up in awe, wanting the same life. his mother was pretty, he knew that was true. how good she looked, black and blue. it was all jungkook wanted, a life of his own. a woman like her to claim his heart, so he wouldn’t spend life alone. he noticed her hands that trembled and such, how her skin was ice cold to the touch. “don't worry, you'll make do,” he had whispered. “dad's gonna take care of you.”

you met him somewhere in daegu on the thoroughfare. you saw him, the glint in his eyes and the wind in his hair. maybe it was what god had in store, a route that connected two places and more. your clothes were ripped apart, he couldn’t help but look. he wanted to help you, actually. no matter what it took. he could see it, the pistol under your belt. thought it was cute when he clutched it, damn near made his heart melt. “i’ll take you anywhere, don't run,” what what he said. you took the offer, out of luck to spend.

he asked you, “wanna see the west with me?” love was out there, and he couldn’t leave it be. he drove fast, you could feel the wind in your hair. everything was gone—every issue, the need to care. love never meant much to you, but you agreed, “sure, maybe i’ll find love, too.”

you could feel your heart beat as you made your way to seoul. maybe you were healing, you could feel it in your soul. you remembered thanking god for time well spent, with your hands pressed together, jungkook saw how much it meant. asked if you believed in christ, you told him “sometimes, i do.” his gaze grew cautious, almost iced as you asked him, “what about you?” he didn’t answer at first, his stomach tying into a knot. then, he said, “even the iron still fears the rot.”

he didn’t care much about jesus, he just wanted to find love. he knew it was up to him, not the man above. you drove to find his lover, day and night. every little diner saw you, and things just felt right. when the moments were still in motels that were cheap, it was then that you noticed something that made your heart leap. you had started to see jungkook in a different light. for the first time since you were young, he was a man who didn't bite. told you, “i haven’t left busan in a long time, but now that i’m with you, it feels like a good sign.” could've sworn god was real when he felt you—tight, welcoming and warm, too. you loved yourself for sinning, something you were used to.

maybe it was real, you wanted it to be. you took your chances and risked it for everyone to see. thinking god had your back, just had to keep your faith all along. just like mommy once said, “put your trust in god and all your burdens will be gone.” you had lived through so much, this was a chance like no other. a love that no one could give, not even your own brother.

blessed be the daughters, suffering eternal through the sins of their fathers. blessed be their whore mothers, crying and angry with bated in a motionless ferry. blessed be the children, each and every one come to know their god through some senseless act of violence that says they’ve won. blessed be you, girl, promised to him by a man who only felt hatred for you again and again. you were your father’s girl just for a while, but he left you the curse that made him hostile. the man who felt hatred must’ve been him, he had given what was taken. then again, it could’ve have been god, maybe satan. you could barely tell the difference between them, that much was blatant.

forgive me father, for i have fallen in love. it wasn’t love, it was never love. but he had stopped listening long ago, the man above. you were foolish to think he was on your side, what you should’ve done was run and hide. but it was too late, your cards were dealt, something too long has passed since you last felt.

he was cruel to you, but it was all knew. what was the worst that could happen to a girl that was already hurt? you noticed the cross on the wall with a frown, since he had turned it upside down. he was a believer, that wasn’t a lie. he loved the man who opposed the sky. maybe it wasn’t his fault, he wanted love with a golden hue, but too many times had he watched daddy beat her black and blue. i want a love like that, he thought. he would get it from you and leave you to rot.

the chamber was dirty, the world was ending, yet you seemed to be the only one fending. the cuffs were tight and your body was bare, but to him it was right, he didn’t care. he liked it when you were scared. you didn’t fear for long, to jungkook’s surprise. he had stopped seeing tears in your eyes. instead, you felt something you hadn’t in a bit. it was the feeling you felt each time you got hit.

you wanted more, everything he had to give. you wanted more, it didn’t matter if you’d live. he had all of his options and still chose you, but he was sweet in ways no one knew. when he’d kept you fed and warm overnight, even if it meant beating you black and white. he’d clean up your scar and wrap it up nice, but every gesture meant a bigger price.

you were raw, exposed, as you hung from the wall. you were broken, bleeding, because he had done it all. don’t talk to strangers or you might fall in love, that love will be there when push turns to shove. he didn’t give a damn about you, that much you knew. he wanted you to hurt for what your faith had put him through. even the iron still feared the rot, hiding from something you couldn't stop.

licking your wounds, it was all you could do. counting your blessings until he was finished with you. you counted your curses until he was done, but the list just continued on. he wanted to hurt you, he thought it was fair. he was his daddy’s boy, and you weren't going anywhere.

✧.*

[wibble-wobbegong]

Hey could you recommend some byler fics? (And other pairings you like ofc)

ABSOLUTELY I CAN!!! i am a basic bitch hope that’s okay (limited the current big 3 writers to one fic for the sake of variety)

The Calm After the Storm by youreanangel (1.5k, oneshot)

I'm running from my problems(and so is my mascara.) by MellohiLiketheMCdisc (3k, oneshot)

Laughing Matters by EmpressofTears (6k, three chapters)

Drowning in the Silence that Envelops our Love by xobib (7k, oneshot)

Mike Wheeler and the Laws of Motion by queer_we_are (8.5k, four chapters)

Jealousy (turning saints into the sea) by wasabi8000 (11k, two chapters)

sleepless nights, losing ground, i’m reaching for you by andiwriteordie (12k, oneshot)

anything, anything by inblue (15k, oneshot)

TOP 3 outlined in guilt, my portrait stares (in a gallery where the walls lie bare) by catboy_cabin (17k, oneshot)

running up that road by smoosnoom (17.5k, oneshot)

yesterFriday by nbfutureboy (19k, six chapters)

no end to this want by astrobi (21.5k, oneshot)

TOP 3 The Tempests Created This Tide by AabH (25k, three chapters) (TOP 3)

TOP 3 bury me in metamorphoses (with galatea, my sweet) by hiscleric (32k, two chapters) (TOP 3)

Heavy Hopes by beansie (44k, five chapters)

The Red Envelope by midnighteverlark (46k, trn chapters) (byler staple)

Static Reconnection by IllogicalFallacy (62.7k, six chapters)

a dream always the same by sevensided (99k, thirty five chapters) (byler staple)

To Hell and Back Again by perexcri (145k, thirty two chapters)

Rock ‘n’ Roll by bylerisc4non (163k, thirty one chapters)

these are all byler because i can only read for things im super interested in

ptolemaea (blessed be the children) by laozuspo (in progress)

HENRY FIC!!! in a world whete i dont wanna rip his guts out but rather pick him up and spin him around and he reminds me of a strange cat 10/10

[kaminokilljoy]

ethel cain/iwtv/hannibal (vague spoilers ahead)

okkkkkk so i just realized something... yk ive always thought preachers daughter is very applicable to abigail/claudia, but today i was thinking about "god loves you, but not enough to save you" specifically. "god" would be a father figure in this context because abigail and claudia of course both have father figures which they loved but let them down in drastic ways. but it gets more interesting (to me) at least when you think about Death's sermon in Ptolemaea when he says

"Blessed be the children Each and every one come to know their god through some senseless act of violence"

to me at least, in this lyric "god" yet again means father just because of what we know about ethel's dad. so the God loves you makes sense not just in a way where youre fitting it to abigail and claudia, but it matches with the lore of Preacher's daughter itself.

and of course there's also abigail which means father's joy

hope this makes sense to someone 💞thanks for reading anyways

[fallen-angel-with-broken-halo]

Blessed be the Daughters of Cain

Bound to suffering eternal through the sins of their fathers committed long before their conception

Blessed be their whore mothers

Tired and angry, waiting with bated breath in a ferry that will never move again

Blessed be the children

Each and every one come to know their god through some senseless act of violence

Blessed be you, girl

Promised to me by a man who can only feel hatred and contempt towards you

[henrysglock]

ptolemaea (blessed be the children) - Chapter 4: Christ Forgive These Bones I'm Hiding (From No One, Successfully)

We're going to pretend this didn't take me 11 months. Henry hates Dr. Hatch, Folgers, styrofoam, and the concept of mandatory homework. He's also nothing if not committed to the bit.

[whitegownsandflowercrowns]

My Faves As Preacher’s Daughter

Family Tree (Intro) - Helaena Targaryen

Jesus can always reject his father/But he cannot escape his mother’s blood/He’ll scream and try to wash it off of his fingers/But he’ll never escape what he’s made up of/The fates already fucked me sideways/Swinging by my neck from the family tree

American Teenager - Luna Lovegood

Grew up under yellow light on the street/Putting too much faith in the make believe/And another high school football team/[…]/And I feel it there/In the middle of the night/When the lights go out/And I’m all alone out here/Say what you want/But say it like you mean it with your fists for once/A long Cold War with your kids at the front/Just give it one more day then you’re done, done/I do what I want/[…]/I’m doing what I want and damn I’m doing it well/For me

A House In Nebraska - Shosanna Dreyfus

You and me against the world/You were my man and I your girl/We had nothing except each other/You were my whole world/[…]/And I still call home/That house in Nebraska/[…]/And you might never come back home/And I might never sleep at night/But God I just hope that you’re out there somewhere/I just pray that you’re all right/And I feel so alone/And I feel so alone out here

Western Nights - Evelyn Evernever

I’d hold the gun/If you asked me to/But if you love me like you say you do/Would you ask me to?/[…]/Trouble’s always gonna find you baby/But so will I/[…]/I’m never gonna leave you baby/Even if you lose what’s left of your mind/Cause you know I’ll be right there beside you/Riding through all these Western nights

Family Tree - Peter Gordon

These crosses all over my body/Remind me of who I used to be/Give myself up to him in offering/[…]/I’m just a child but I’m not above violence/My mama raised me better than that/[…]/So take me down to the river/And bathe me clean/[…]/I’ve killed before, and I’ll kill again/Take the noose off, wrap it tight around my hand/[…]/And Christ, forgive these bones I’ve been hiding/Oh, and the bones I’m about to leave

Hard Times - Laura Palmer

Tell me a story about how it ends/Where you’re still the good guy, I’ll make pretend/Cause I hate this story/Where happiness ends and dies with you/I thought good guys get to be happy/I’m not happy/I am poison in the water and unhappy/Little girl who needs her daddy real bad

Thoroughfare - Mantis

I met you there in Texas somewhere on the thoroughfare/On the side of the road in some torn up clothes with a pistol in my pocket/I didn’t trust no one, but you said “baby don’t run, I’ll take you anywhere”/So I hopped right in, outta luck to spend, and at least your truck beats walking/And you said “hey, do you wanna see the west with me?”/[…]/But in these motel rooms I started to see you differently/Cause for the first time since I was a child/I could see a man who wasn’t angry

Gibson Girl - Georgina Sparks

He’s cold blooded so it takes more time to bleed/Obsession with the money, addicted to the drugs/[…]/“Baby if it feels good/Then it can’t be bad”/And if you want it good/Downright iconic

Ptolemaea - Max Mayfield

I followed you in and I was with you there/I invited you in twice, I did/[…]/Suffer does the wolf, crawling to thee/Promising a big fire, any fire/Saying I’m the one, he’s gonna take me/I’m on fire, I’m on fire, I’m on fire/Suffering is nigh, drawing to me/Calling me the one, I’m the white light/Beautiful, finite/Even the iron still fear the rot/Hiding from something I cannot stop/Walking on shadows I can’t lead him back/Buckled on the floor when night comes along/Daddy’s left and Momma won’t come home/You poor thing/Sweet mouring lamb/There’s nothing you can do/It’s already been done/What fear a man like you brings upon a woman like me/Please don’t look at me/[…]/Stop, stop, stop, make it stop/[…]/Blessed be the children/Each and every one come to know their god through some senseless act of violence

August Underground - India Stoker

Televangelism - Beth March

Sun Bleached Flies - Laura Lee

What I wouldn’t give to be in church this Sunday/Listening to the choir so heartfelt all singing/“God loves you, but not enough to save you”/So baby girl good luck taking care of yourself/[…]/And I just prayed/And I keep praying, and praying and praying/If it’s meant to be, then it will be

Strangers - Cassie Ainsworth

Thinking back to what I was always told/“Don’t talk to strangers or you might fall in love”/[…]/I tried to be good/Am I no good? Am I no good? Am I no good?/With my memory restricted to a Polaroid in evidence/I just wanted to be yours/Can I be yours? Can I be yours? Just tell me I’m yours/[…]/Don’t think about it too hard or you’ll never sleep a wink at night again/Don’t worry bout me and these green eyes

[whitegoldtower]

Oh my fucking god (this is in my headcanon by the way)

I just had a thought; if the Volkihar family are nords, why are there so many elves in the court?

Harkon owned them. Fuck—

Vingalmo hates Orthjolf so much and doesn’t want him to become the next Harkon because it means he will still be owned by a nord.

Garan Marethi does what he’s told because he’s tired of being punished for speaking his mind

Ronthil sleeps on the floor to remind him of his place.

They were slaves. Just like Valerica and Serana, Harkon also subjected them to the ordeal.

They are all children of Coldharbour.

Garan Marethi keeps his head down and won’t talk about it.

Ronthil is highly anxious because of it.

Vingalmo developed hypersexuality and lost all of his innocence and empathy.

Serana is sex repulsed and pushes everybody away from her.

Valerica wants to get as far away from everyone as possible and isolates herself.

Harkon’s “reward” also traumatises Eddard. He also loses some of his empathy, and becomes incredibly angry/unstable.

However in realising this, Eddard can’t bring himself to harm anyone in the court. Just Harkon. And he’s going to rally everyone against him once Corryn helps him get his hands on Auriel’s Bow.

I think at some point in my fic there’s going to be a scene like that one scene in Midsommar. Eddard’s going to have a breakdown and they’re all going to collectively scream with him.

Notably, him and Serana’s internal ritual of becoming brother and sister involving them both kneeling on the floor, holding each other’s faces, looking into each others eyes and just scream-sobbing.

Vampires give eachother therapy through collective emotional outbursts, shared screaming and biting each other to pour all of their pain out through their blood. They are v tactile, vulnerable and emotionally intelligent creatures once you understand them.

And then again, Eddard, Serana, Vingalmo and Garan Marethi are gonna be channeling Dani at the end, watching Harkon burn with big bittersweet grins on their faces.

Ptolemaea is a song relevant to all of them. Blessed be the children of Coldharbour. They are the face of Love’s Rage.

“Blessed by the children, each and every one of them come to know their god through some senseless act of violence.”

[deathlywounded]

“Blessed be the Daughters of Cain, bound to suffering eternal through the sins of their fathers committed long before their conception Blessed be their whore mothers, tired and angry waiting with bated breath in a ferry that will never move again Blessed be the children, each and every one come to know their god through some senseless act of violence Blessed be you, girl, promised to me by a man who can only feel hatred and contempt towards you I am no good nor evil, simply I am, and I have come to take what is mine I was there in the dark when you spilled your first blood I am here now as you run from me still Run then, child You can't hide from me forever“ "Ptolemaea", by Ethel Cain. Thank you for being an inexhaustible source of inspiration and sensitivity. Artists like you help people connect with parts of themselves that are too underground to be easily seen, but too visceral and precious not to explore. I cannot recommend her work enough.

[moominofthevalley]

music tag game ! thank you @inlocusmads for the tag c:

current favorite album: preacher’s daughter by ethel cain (if you can’t tell by my layout) or retired from sad, new career in business by mitski. i shit you not, two nights ago i stayed up listening to mitski and hayden’s discography because i couldn’t sleep lol. i’ve loved mitski since forever and i’m so excited to see her twice later this year!!!!! 

favorite song off the album: from preacher’s daughter: ‘hard times.’ it’s so disgustingly relatable - as are all of her songs - but this song evokes this weird rotting emotion out of me. from retired in sad, i like ‘circle.’ i feel like this song is SO underrated! i’ve also been really into silent hill recently and this song just reminds me james and mary for some reason ya know ??!?!?! 

current favorite song: i am so in love with two-headed mother by ethel cain right now. She is so fucking good at creating these fucking amazing bass lines and there’s something about this song that scratches this itch in my brain i LOVE it. 

favorite lyric from that song: two-headed mother in your bed, you know she hates you / kissing tyrannical heads spitting at you. 

the last song you listened to: ptolemaea by ethel cain. i’m trying to get the motivation to keep writing my religious horror AU but it’s so hard when the ending in mind is so??????? genuinely unbelievable. so i’ve just been listening to this song + salt in the wound by boygenius over and over again. 

favorite lyric from the last song: listening to this song ruins me i Love it. my favorite lyrics are: you poor thing. sweet mourning lamb. there’s nothing you can do. it’s already been done. AND blessed be the children, each and every one come to know their god their some senseless act of violence.

here are some tags! no pressure! @im-the-galactic-starfish @logolepzy @elfilibusterismo links to the songs & albums mentioned: preacher’s daughter retired from sad, new career in business