#bronte: wanted

[ichorsveined]

LADY BRONTE VELARYON .

announcing  the  arrival  of  BRONTE  of  house  VELARYON  ( née  SWANN ) ,  the  LADY�� REGENT  of  DRIFTMARK .  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  INNOVATIVE  and  VOLATILE  in  disposition ,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  reading  &  writing  poetry .  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them ,  it  might  tell  stories  of  endless  stacks  of  paper  ,  each  page  filled  with  immaculate  script  and  verse ;  once  a  willing  pawn ,  moved  across  the  board  by  adept  player  to  the  last  rank  ,  reluctantly  promoted  to  queen  —  this  ,  too  ,  is  merely  something  you  must  become  accustomed  to ;  a  calm  ,  august  bearing  in  the  face  of  tragedy ,  maintained  even  in  private  —  save  for  a  wail  heard  in  the  middle  of  the  night .  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps ,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie .  are  they  right  to  whisper ?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  HOUSE  TARGARYEN  &  HOUSE  VELARYON  (  LAENOR  MOST  OF  ALL  ) .

statistics ...

#basic  information .

official  name  :  bronte  cassandra  velaryon  ,  née  swann  .  nicknames  :  bron  .  noble  title  :  lady  regent  of  driftmark  ,  lady  of  stonehelm  .  date  of  birth  :  september  23  .  age  :  35  .  birthplace  :  stonehelm  ,  the  stormlands   .  home  :  high tide , driftmark  ,  the  crownlands  .  nationality  :  stormlander & crownlander , westerosi  .  gender  :  nonbinary  .  pronouns  :  they / them / theirs  &  she / her / hers  .  orientation  :  bisexual  biromantic  .  monikers  :  the cygnet of driftmark , the wailing widow .  languages  :  the  common  language (  fluent  )  ,  high  valyrian  (  conversational  )  .  accent  :  standard  stormlander  , though with a flowery lexicon .  has  a somewhat  husky  voice  .

#physical  information.

ethnicity  :  korean  .  hair  :  black  as  the  sky  before  dawn  ,  with  scattered  gray  hairs  . once flowing long hair was recently hacked off , in the months since it's grown into a clean cut at the nape of her neck .  eyes  :  dark  brown  .  height  :  5'9" / 175cm  .  build  :  lean  ,  statuesque  .  scent  :  tba  .  dominant  hand  :  right  .  allergies  :  none  known  .  scars  :  nothing significant  .  distinguishing  features  :  an  almost  preternatural  grace  , reminiscent of the bird referenced in their maiden name .  clothing  style  :  combines the eccentricities of fashion in the crownlands  with the durability of the stormlands' wardrobe , especially in the colder months . as she is currently in half - mourning , she avoids more extravagant accessories and is limited in the colors she can wear ( mostly wearing black , white , and a darker shade of velaryon sea green at the moment ) .

#personality.

label  :  the  socialite , the ( tortured ) poet , the cygnet .  mbti  :  test in progress  ...  enneagram  :  test in progress  ...  element  :  water  .  star  sign  :  libra  .  temperament  :  melancholic  .  character  inspirations  :  yi hwi / yeonseon ( the king's affection )  .  deadly  sin  :  lust  .  heavenly  virtue  :  charity  & humility .  godly  parent  :  tba  .

#drives.

hobbies  :  reading , writing , poetry , cyvasse , entertaining others .  religion  :  faith  of  the  seven  .  alliance  :  house velaryon  and house swann . publicly , house targaryen as well . above all else , though , they are loyal to their son ;  if they must burn bridges with anyone for his sake , they will do so . personal  goals  :  prepare laenor for the future  , and  ensure he doesn't have the same ego and hubris as his father . also , don't fall apart in front of court . would  they  choose  family  or  power  ?  family , in spite of an upbringing being taught to always choose power  .

#familial  ties.

parent  one  :  tba  .  relationship  :  tba . parent two : tba  .  spouse  :  ruling  lord  jacaerys  velaryon†  .  relationship  :  dearly  beloved  , eventually .  siblings  :  tba  .  sister - in - law  :  lady  baela  velaryon  .  relationship : tba . brother - in - law  :  lord  velaryon  .  relationship  :  tba  .  child  :  ruling  lord  laenor  velaryon  .  relationship  :  doting  ,  increasingly possessive  .

    narrative  ...

the path of your life , every twist and turn , was written before you took your first breath . or so you thought . as the fourth of five children , your role in furthering the family name , barring a devastating accident , would be achieved through an advantageous marriage . so , tasked with learning everything possible to make yourself a remarkable marriage candidate , your schooling began .

you were drilled on etiquette , politics , dance , equestrianism , the high harp , among numerous others . a thorough education , one fit for an heir — the only appropriate match for you , save for a ruling liege . and you absorbed your lessons with enthusiasm , eager to meet your parents' high expectations . anything less would bring a tear to your eye .

outside of your lessons , you were often found by the banks of the slayne , swimming , or sitting with your nose in a book , or at your writing desk , hands stained with ink . which wasn't to say you were shy , as visitors to stonehelm were greeted by a brilliant smile and scintillating conversation whenever you were present . but you had a penchant for words , especially script , one honed over the coming years .

your parents' efforts , and yours , were fruitful . many vied for the hand of one so skilled and so fair , but one name in particular stood out : velaryon . so , with an exchange of letters , and an introduction , a deal was made — the cygnet's hand for a trade agreement and river access .

taking up residence on driftmark revealed your secret — thunderous as any stormlander , ebullient as you were with company , ultimately , you were sensitive and struggled with change . even at twenty name days . after the wedding , you remain locked away in your chambers for weeks , only emerging in the dead of night to wander moonlit halls . on one of these excursions , you met your new husband . he didn't begrudge the shift in your demeanor , your sudden reclusiveness . and being the romantic you were ( and remain ) , you were enamored . from there , you fell .

over time , you and jacaerys found harmony , just as you did with the other members of your new family . and with the birth of your son , your place among them was secured . you could relax , you could write again . you flourished in your new home , and continued to over a decade later .

but you changed , after the third month of the year 850 . more somber , more irritable , with less control over your vacillating emotions than ever before . but you must succeed , for you were born for this . and , most important of all , laenor needed you .

#wanted  connections .

potential suitor  :  romantic ? to be sent to the main . it hasn't been long since jacaerys'  untimely demise ,  yet  some have  already  expressed  a  desire  to  court  his  widow (this muse included ) .  their pursuit could  be  out of  genuine  interest ,  though the  much  more  likely  scenario  is  something  to  do  with  twisting  her  emotional  vulnerability  and regency for  their  own  gain . bonus points if they're a childhood friend she thinks she can trust .

house swann : familial . i simply would like to see it , especially as bronte goes through such a tumultuous time ! this is super open - ended , as the only things set in stone are that 1) bronte is a middle child , and 2) her parents were / are skilled at politics . anyway , the exact relationship between her and the current generation of swanns is totally utp ! in my mind she's a sister or aunt to the current ruling liege , but any familial dynamic is fine by me !

friends and acquaintances : platonic . bronte was raised up to understand the importance of establishing connections , and like any other lesson of theirs , they applied what they learned to the best of their ability . their web centers on the stormlands , their ancestral home ( and i would love for them to have some childhood friends through this ! ) , spreading over time to other regions of westeros . they thrive in the presence of others . elias baratheon , carilyn harlaw , aelyx targaryen , open to others

allies , old and new : platonic . similar to the above , but more for business than pleasure . especially looking for those who can convince bronte to turn away from the targaryens , perhaps aid in northern and / or dornish independence , which she already has some passing interest in . dilara martell , klahan rogare , open to others

[biorust-art]

Hoop Dancing.

So, the thing about hoop dancing (a rare form of dance typically shared by the indigenous plains folk of North America ((I'm most familiar with a few Lakota dancers))) is that a hoop can represent many things. One hoop can symbolize the individual, beginnings or potential. It could also represent the sun or the moon. And many hoops, like what Cyrus is holding, could mean a flower, family, the world. Could be life or death or unity. It all depends on the dancer and the audience.

[Image Description: A digital drawing of Dorian Storm and Cyrus Wyvernwind from Critical Role. The two brothers are hoop dancing with golden hoops. Dorian is in the forefront holding his one hoop up in his left hand and looking towards the sun with an expressing of grief on his face. The wind tosses his hair and his cape back and the sun shines on his gold accessories. Cyrus is facing away, standing in shadow with six hoops woven in a circle. His arms are above his head and his eyes are blocked by one of the hoops. He is placed lower than Dorian, so that very little sunlight meets him. The background is a very fluffy white cloud on a blue background, it is rendered in a blocky style and on an overlay over the clouds is a rainbow. END ID]

[peglarpapers]

my dealer: got some straight gas 😛🔥🔥 this one is called "wuthering heights" 😳 you'll be zonked out of your gourd 💯💯💯

me: whatever 🙄 I don't feel shit

me 15 minutes later: dude I swear I just heard wailing out on the moors

my buddy hareton pacing: heathcliff is lying to us

[pristina-nomine]

Shannon Beer as Catherine Earnshaw in Wuthering Heights (2011)

[elenille]

Edward Fairfax Rochester and Jane Eyre, both ridiculously in love with the other:

Mr. Rochester: "Blanche Ingram? Oh yeah, she's the hot stuff, definitely wife material, sexiest thing I ever beheld, don't you also think we'd literally be couple goals? Anyway, I'm 100% going to ask her to marry me"

Jane Eyre: "Yeah, so, I met this cousin of mine who looks like a Greek god. Sir, I cannot stress how physically perfect he is. Also, he is a minister, so he's obviously the best man who ever lived and a paragon of exemplary behavior. He asked me to marry him, btw, if you even care"

[a-ramblinrose]

JOMP BPC || November 1 || TBR This Month: Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte

[fictionadventurer]

Has anybody written a book about Adele's story? Because her life is wild. Raised by an opera singer with (it seems) multiple lovers. Then her mom dies. Then one of her mother's friends shows up and asks if she wants to come live with him in a foreign country. After adopting her, said guardian drops her at an isolated estate where there's a madwoman locked away, and then he leaves. I want her story!

[mellpenscorner]

Jane Austen: and here we have the love interest. He might have some issues, but once you get to know him, he's a great guy. Good looking, heart of gold, the works.

Charlotte Brontë: get ready for the weirdest man you have ever met.

[sunflowers-and-scales]

FINTAN PFP! (it doesn’t actually have to be a pfp i just want to see you draw him again.. i love your art style)

ok. now use it /silly

[crescentpaws]

me: “aww they’re so cute”

literally them:

“You Councillors just can’t seem to get enough of me,” Fintan muttered as Bronte approached him, rolling his eyes dramatically. “Tell me, is there a reason you couldn’t have come to me during the day? Or do you just enjoy inconveniencing me?”

“I assumed you’d be awake,” was all Bronte said.

“A risky assumption,” Fintan replied. “I was just about to head to bed. In fact, if this could wait until tomorrow, that would be great.”

Now it was Bronte’s turn to roll his eyes. “Must you make everything difficult?” he asked.

“It’s what I’m best at,” Fintan agreed.

-

Fintan wondered how he had ever gotten through working alongside Bronte without wrapping his hands around his throat.

-

“Perhaps,” Bronte mimicked through gritted teeth, “it would be best if we continued this conversation inside.”

Fintan clapped his hands together. “Ooh, are you going to torture me?” he asked. “How exciting. I’ve honestly gotten bored of this conversation already. I appreciate you skipping to the action.”

-

Fintan found himself wondering how much trouble he might get in if he attempted to strangle a Councillor.

-

“I’m not so stupid that I’ll threaten a Councillor to his face,” Fintan said. He twirled his finger in a circular motion. “Turn around, maybe then we’ll see.”

-

“Why not go ahead and ban every ability?” Fintan laughed, though it wasn’t funny in the slightest. “They all have the potential to be dangerous, after all. And hey, why not start with inflicting?”

He thought it was a clever comeback—until Bronte shot him a glare that was so vicious it made his knees weak.

-

“Because I know what it’s like—“

“Oh, don’t start with that,” Fintan spat. “You have no idea what it’s like. Any trouble you’ve ever gone through—any pain you’ve ever felt—I’ve experienced it ten times over. And no one’s ever come to my aid. But why should they? I’m a murderer, after all.”

The words couldn’t have been more true.

His eyes strayed to Bronte’s neck. He wondered what it might be like to feel his pulse beneath his fingers.

-

“I fucking hate you.”

———

<333

(anyway. these are all from a fic i wrote that will never ever see the light of day)

[thefoxysnake]

Got out of my artblock!!

[pemberlaey]

(some of) my literary roman empires

benedick’s “you” —> “thou” switch in 4.1

the extended portrait metaphor in pride and prejudice

may welland

the repression of female emotions in victorian fiction

henry’s “a country dance as an emblem of marriage” speech in northanger abbey + the way that 19th century dance scenes prefigure marriage in general

the moment in jane eyre when mr. rochester asks jane if she finds him handsome and she says “no, sir”

victorian floriography

ophelia’s final scene

ww1 solider poetry (sassoon, owens, rosenberg, brooke etc.)

the ambiguity surrounding bertha mason

juliet’s “O romeo, romeo, wherefore art thou romeo?” breaks from iambic pentameter because the name romeo has too many syllables so the problem is literally his name

éponine thénardier (just everything about her but especially the “i am the devil” scene)

[the-way-astray]

just remembered that bronte didn't approve of fintan's healing

[findmewheretheseameetsthesky]

Thinking about Shannon Messenger's hundreds of main characters and why none of them seem to be truly fleshed out and how i think it's due to Shannon's sense (or her idea of a high schooler's sense) /style of writing humor. What started out as a unique character trait for Keefe has eventually become a clutch for her, helping her dial down the drama in the books and in this essay I will-

[artist-ellen]

Mock Book Cover 12: 'Wuthering Heights' by Emily Brontë

I tried a thing... I don't know if I like it... but I also don't know so much about Wuthering Heights so... this is just what happens when you combine an old landscape painting and google 'Classic Books'.

The Challenge: Create a book cover in as little time as possible (don't look at me like that I have work and, shockingly, a full roster of commissions. Name of the game is fast or not at all). I am not allowed to make new art or illustrations for the covers, it must all be either old art I've made repurposed, or stock images. I have to make them on Photoshop, using only my trackpad (because I don't want to dig up my mouse from wherever it's hiding). And yes, the weird digital layer is on purpose in hopes of dissuading scrapping. Part 2 is to try to actually edit them into videos for TikTok, wish me luck!

I am the artist! Do not post without permission & credit! Thank you! Come visit me over on: instagram, tiktok or check out my coloring book available now \ („• ֊ •„) /

https://linktr.ee/ellen.artistic

[lotusishere]

You know what scene we don’t talk about much in the keeper fandom? The fact that Bronte allowed Amy, Sophie’s human sister, to touch his ears. HIS EARS!