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* based on the ones I see referenced most

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O' the dreadful wind and rain

[id: Digital sketch of Rose and Pearl from Ghost Quartet. They're sitting on the grass, Roses hands on Pearl's knee. They're both wearing loose dresses, Rose a pale red and Pearl a pale off white. Rose is sporting a solemn expression and is looking away out in the distance. Pearl has a hint of a smile on her face and her eyes are closed. /end id]

[comparativetarot]

Ten of Swords. Art by Nara Lesser, from Neurotic Owl’s Faerytale Tarot.

Twa Sisters

If you don’t know this ballad/set of ballads, the basic story in the variation I know best is:

Two sisters are in love with the same man; the older dark-haired one (brunette! Evil!) drowns the younger golden haired one so she can have him. A wandering bard finds the . . . bones and hair? Skeleton and hair? Actual rotting corpse? in the stream and naturally thinks ‘Aha! Harp making materials!’ AS ONE DOES. (I’m going with bones already cleaned by fish and whatnot and hair just sort of floating with them because I’m a fan of the least gruesome option). He makes a harp from her bones – in at least one version it’s her breastbone and fingers, more on that in a minute – and strings it with her hair and goes merrily off to play at the nearest house, which is naturally the home of older sister and ill-gotten husband.

Naturally the harp sings the song of the murder all on its own, everyone learns the truth, justice I guess?

No details are given about what happens when some dude turns up at the door with the most metal harp possible just ready to act like it’s normal.

[yunhsuanhuang]

So the miller he was hung on the mountain head

The sister she was boiled in lead

I'll be true unto my love

If you'll be true to me

[stormsharknado]

I won the Tahoe renfaire costume contest with my conjurer fit - wizard101 simply cannot stop winning

[laurasimonsdaughter]

What would a Disney adaptation of the Singing Bone be like?

Oh they wouldn’t touch it with a ten foot pole! But thank you for giving me an excuse to talk about one of my favourite tragic fairy tale motifs: Reincarnation as musical instrument (E632).

There are multiple ways a murder may be revealed by supernaturally speaking or singing bones, plants or objects, but the instrument that sings of the heinous murder is my favourite. It’s so deeply, darkly capital R Romantic. Most of all in the English and Scottish ballad The Twa Sisters and it’s prose counterpart Binnorie:

Two sisters (often princesses) are wooed by a knight, and while he betrothes with the eldest, he loves the youngest better. So the elder sister drowns her sister out of jealousy. A (blind) musician comes across the drowned sister’s remains and either makes an instrument from her bones or strings his violin or harp with her golden hair. As soon as the fiddle is played, usually at the king or the knight’s court, it mournfully sings how she was cruelly drowned by the bride. Most versions end there. In some the instrument breaks in two after singing its song. In some the sister is punished.

The Grimm’s The Singing Bone is less Romantic, but equally tragic:

Two brothers set out to kill a dangerous boar to earn a reward from the king. The youngest succeeds, so the eldest kills him and claims the princess’ hand in marriage instead of him. A shepherd finds a little snow white bone on the spot where the young man was killed and carves it into a mouthpiece for his horn. When he blows on it, it sings of the murder of the brave young man. The shepherd takes the wonderful horn to the king’s court, where the murder is revealed and the elder brother put to death.

In some versions the story is about which royal child will inherit the crown. Like in the Spanish tale The Blue Lily (where the murdered prince miraculously survives being buried alive and having his finger bone turned into a flute that sings of his fate), the Sicilian tale The Singing Bagpipe, or in the Swiss tale The Dead Girl’s Bone:

A king dies and leaves behind the queen and two children. One day they ask their mother who will get the throne. The queen tells the children that whoever finds a certain flower in the woods will be the one to rule. The princess finds the flower, but the prince murders her and takes it from her. Years later a shepherd boy finds one of the girl’s bones and makes it into a flute. When he plays it, it sings mournfully of the horrible murder. A knight hears the boy play the flute and buys it. He plays it wherever he goes. At last the old queen hears its song, removes her son from the throne, and mourns the rest of her life.

Some of the stories take out the rather gruesome detail of making an instrument out of human bone or hair and make it so that reeds or bamboo grow near the place where the victim was killed, so the instrument can be made out of them, like in the Russian tale The Silver Plate, the Indian tale The Magic Fiddle and the Dutch tale The Golden Spinning Wheel. In these versions the murder victims are resurrected and get to live happily ever after. Which is definitely the kind of ending I’d prefer to tell to children, but not where I think the true strength of this type of story lies. Some folklore is just poetic horror, and that can be its own kind of beautiful.

[domini-porter]

poetry everywhere

[spacetimeaccordionfolder]

my brain: hey remember that drawing you did of the primordials and the adamant prison

me: yeah I loved that one. took me over two hours of focus and checking the pages a lot to get the hands right.

brain: cool cool so hear me out. draw it again. with no references. and you only get 40 minutes.

me: you know what why not

[shysheeperz]

MIssɪᴏɴ: Yᴏᴢᴀᴋᴜʀᴀ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ🌸 Oᴘᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ 19: A Dʀᴜɢ Cᴀʟʟᴇᴅ Tᴀɴᴘᴏᴘᴏ ғᴛ. Yᴜᴋɪ Sʜɪʀᴀɪ ᵃᵏᵃ "Hᴀᴋᴜᴊᴀ"

[haveyouheardthisfolksong]

Note: The exact origin of this song is unknown, but it’s thought to have originated in England or Scotland, so both will be tagged. There are also many variants of the folktale this song is about across Europe, but for the purposes of this poll, vote on whether or not you’ve heard the tune in the linked version.

[liildenniison]

“Maybe ‘fuck off’ will be our 'always.'” -Glade ( @gladeorange )

“Or maybe? Fuck off means. Fuck. Off.” Dani replied, as she rolled her eyes at him. If there had been a manager around to hear her say such a thing to a customer, for sure she would’ve either gotten a warning or even could have been fired. But it was only Dani working at the thrift store for the night, being stuck with the closing shift, and with there being a shy of an hour left until it was time to for her to close, there wasn’t any other customer around to either. In fact, there hadn’t been any customers around for the last half hour, the redhead doing much of nothing on her own until she pulled out her sketchbook and decided to kill the time drawing. It was just her luck that once she heard the bell ring from the entrance door a few minutes earlier, signaling Dani that someone had came in, that the ‘customer’ who came in had to be the one person she had no interest in seeing. Glade. 

“Welcom— Oh.” Not even finishing with her greeting, the redhead had rolled her eyes at the sight of him before immediately directing her gaze back at her sketchbook. And as she continued to draw, she mentally hoped to herself that he wouldn’t come her direction, that he would go and do whatever it was that he came inside the store to find, and either luck out with the item and leave without a word. And if Glade did happen to find something here he wanted, maybe he would be smart enough to let the transition go quietly so Dani could ring him up and have him out the store in no time. It wasn’t until she heard him say “Hey~” from right besides her, his voice so close to her ear as an indicator of how close he was to her, was when the redhead let out an annoyed sigh. Why did she think he would actually leave her alone? “Fuck off!” Dani had bit out in reaction, jerking away from him and taking a step back before shooting him with a quick glare. Her comment had only brought amusement to his face, like he had been expecting for her reaction to be that way, and so when he then made that ridiculous counter of “fuck off being their always” that’s when Dani rolled her eyes at him again and said what she had said.

“What are you even doing in here, Glade?” The redhead asked, in no mood to be entertaining him right now. It’s been so long since she last seen him, why was he suddenly here now? When she was alone and stuck at the closing shift of all nights! 

[swedishwatermelon]

my fave fairy tale/folk tale retellings:

thorn by intisar khanani (retelling of the goose girl legend)

the guinevere deception by kiersten white (retelling of the classic arthurian legend)

these violent delights by chloe gong (romeo & juliet retelling but in shanghai)

the book of lost things by john connolly (a mashup of many fairy tales in one world)

because you love to hate me by amerie (13 short stories from the villain's perspective)

sistersong by lucy holland (retelling of the folk ballad 'the twa sisters')

how to be eaten by maria adelmann (classic fairy tale characters in a trauma support group)

tangleweed & brine by deirdre sullivan (feminist retelling of princesses & heroines from the brothers grimm)

warm bodies by isaac marion (romeo & juliet except romeo is a zombie in a post-apocalyptic world)

cinderella is dead by kalynn bayron (retelling of cinderella but queer & feminist)

[ghostswerepeopletoo]

Sing out, Louise!

12 - Ghosts in Folk Music

Ballads and broadsides, sailors and skeletons, sisters and sampling, and… have you seen the ghost of John? We touch on some common themes and formats as well as academic approaches to analyzing and archiving folk tunes/lyrics. Come for the intertextuality, sociofunctionalism, politics, and anthropology—stay for the boos.

[miraculously-incorrect-quotes]

Kagami: you know, my mom went on small world at Disney and apparently the song plays 27 times!

Adrien: she counted!?!?

Chloe: Well, what else is she gonna do?

Kagami:

[cmonbartender]

Binnorie (1902) - John D. Batten