No. doubt they could even if they wanted to.
“And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all" Edgar Allan Poe: The Masque Of Red Death
Submitted for your approval. My interpretation of Red Death. Rather than a red grim reaper I wished to invoke the image of a plague doctor mixed with the Reaper.
Robe and gloves by a friend of mine.
Mask originally from Target but painted by Drowned Boy Cosplay. (I have to give him credit for his awesome work, Simon.)
Nametag reads “Hello, I am Red Death, you’re having a party, prepare to die.”
I hope you find this suitable.
As soon as I scrolled, I said, “The Masque of the Red Death!” and then saw your quote. I was actually just talking about someone making this into a costume. Well done!
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“And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all" Edgar Allan Poe: The Masque Of Red Death
Submitted for your approval. My interpretation of Red Death. Rather than a red grim reaper I wished to invoke the image of a plague doctor mixed with the Reaper.
Robe and gloves by a friend of mine.
Mask originally from Target but painted by Drowned Boy Cosplay. (I have to give him credit for his awesome work, Simon.)
Nametag reads "Hello, I am Red Death, you’re having a party, prepare to die.”
I hope you find this suitable.
Was lovecup the original name? As in, spelt in modern English?
Well, it was a nickname. I’m fairly certain that’s how it is spelled.
Love and cup have both had fairly consistent spellings throughout the years, but do please recall, that I only learned to read in the late 1600′s and so only know what things looked like before that period by virtue of the same study you yourself could employ. Granted, I had better access in 1670 to texts from the 1300′s (what few there were) than you do today, but I’m almost sure you could find at least one or two references.
My guess would be that it is spelled precisely as modern English speakers have spelled it. And yes, it had a similar nickname in French.
What did you do as work in brothels if you don’t have sexual organs and your teeth are akin to a shark? Honest curiosity.
Clean. Eject obnoxious patrons. Learn how to wear makeup. Put on fancy clothes and chat to men so horny they’d hump a brick wall.
Disappearance of Brianna Maitland
In March 2004, 17-year-old Vermont waitress Brianna Maitland finished
work for the day and drove home. That was the last time anyone saw her.
Brianna’s car was discovered the next day backed onto an abandoned
house, with the boot of the car inside the property. Police removed the
car, but didn’t try to trace the driver. By the time they did, the leads
had gone cold. To this day, no one knows who took her, or why. (Via BuzzFeed)
Lovecup
n. Now I know what you’re thinking. “Simon has given us several anatomical references in Ye Olde Timey Words, so this must surely be a reference to a lady’s pleasure envelope,” but no. In fact it’s a terribly boring word.
You see, back in the Middle Ages, every town had what was called a tron, or a beam, or a King’s beam, mensurage, etcetera. Essentially, it was an approved scale or weighing mechanism that allowed the King or the baron to collect tax revenues. So too was it true that there were walls around larger cities, toll houses built nicely therein. Certain roads had posting along them, particularly near bridges, that would require contributions as well. All of these were in addition to annual or biannual taxes levied simply to pay for your stead, or your right to have a comburgess (peer of the mayor, or a town councilor, someone enfranchised and free) vouchsafe your wares. If you traveled from far away, perhaps a place that was not subject to the laws of the King or baron, another country or so forth, you still had to contribute though you were treated a bit differently. Your papers and accolades had to be checked, your wares inspected for quality. Thusly, the taxation on you was a kind of acknowledgement of the authorities of the area – a sign of favor or obedience. So it is, that this pool of revenues was called by many names by the many different peoples who encountered it, one of which was “lovecup”.
Example: “I’ve already had my shilling tossed in the lovecup. I’m on my way to market.” or “Have you visited the lovecup, because if not, it’s best not to spend those pennies on a pint.”
I suppose without context, it sounds a bit dirty, no? If you heard it in the lane, you’d likely think he was talking about something else. Especially if you have my background, because there was a long period of time in which ladies of purchasable affection used pennies as a form of contraception, because they were the ideal size to block the cervix. If you want to know when that period of time was, look for an upturn on the census of baby girls who were named “Penny”.
I worked in more than one brothel. You’ll have to pardon my strange knowledge.
To add to the strange knowledge, pure copper is an EXTREMELY effective spermicide, in that it literally disintegrates the sperm cells. It also causes a thickening of the mucus in the cervix, which further impedes sperm motility and implantation of any fertilized egg. In fact, it’s so effective we still use it today in the non-hormonal copper IUD implants.
While I wouldn’t advise cramming a fistful of change up your ‘pleasure envelope’, due to germs, the fact that most pennies are now copper and zinc, and it being a bit impractical, it’s probably worthwhile to remember in case of extreme emergency.
https://www.bustle.com/articles/144818-the-one-thing-nobody-tells-you-about-the-copper-iud
Thank you for that addition. Of course they knew none of that then, but yes, when coins actually were mostly copper, it was very effective, I’m sure.
Lovecup
n. Now I know what you’re thinking. “Simon has given us several anatomical references in Ye Olde Timey Words, so this must surely be a reference to a lady’s pleasure envelope,” but no. In fact it’s a terribly boring word.
You see, back in the Middle Ages, every town had what was called a tron, or a beam, or a King’s beam, mensurage, etcetera. Essentially, it was an approved scale or weighing mechanism that allowed the King or the baron to collect tax revenues. So too was it true that there were walls around larger cities, toll houses built nicely therein. Certain roads had posting along them, particularly near bridges, that would require contributions as well. All of these were in addition to annual or biannual taxes levied simply to pay for your stead, or your right to have a comburgess (peer of the mayor, or a town councilor, someone enfranchised and free) vouchsafe your wares. If you traveled from far away, perhaps a place that was not subject to the laws of the King or baron, another country or so forth, you still had to contribute though you were treated a bit differently. Your papers and accolades had to be checked, your wares inspected for quality. Thusly, the taxation on you was a kind of acknowledgement of the authorities of the area – a sign of favor or obedience. So it is, that this pool of revenues was called by many names by the many different peoples who encountered it, one of which was “lovecup”.
Example: “I’ve already had my shilling tossed in the lovecup. I’m on my way to market.” or “Have you visited the lovecup, because if not, it’s best not to spend those pennies on a pint.”
I suppose without context, it sounds a bit dirty, no? If you heard it in the lane, you’d likely think he was talking about something else. Especially if you have my background, because there was a long period of time in which ladies of purchasable affection used pennies as a form of contraception, because they were the ideal size to block the cervix. If you want to know when that period of time was, look for an upturn on the census of baby girls who were named “Penny”.
I worked in more than one brothel. You’ll have to pardon my strange knowledge.
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Savi…you have several missions on your plate right now, I realize, but you have another, should you choose to accept it and make an aged monster exceedingly happy.
Find a way to crochet me a Pangolin.