#large tapestry

[factorytapestry]

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[flowerakatsuka]

everything about this mercari listing is going to send me into cardiac arrest.

[neuvoid-writes]

Danmeitober 2024 Day 13 - Mythical Creature

Liu Qingge's not a mermaid for once! *Gasp* Have a (western) fairy Liu Qingge instead~~

Not me almost forgetting how fairy wings work asfd akshdflahsk

he's waiting for the other fairy lords...

Bonus:

ehehe

[portrait-paintings]

Henrietta Georgiana Marcia Lascelles Iremonger, Lady Chatterton (1806 – 1876), Mrs Edward Heneage Dering (after Richard Buckner)

Artist: Rebecca Dulcibella Orpen (1829/30 - 1923)

Date: 1850-1876

Medium: Oil on canvas

Collection: National Trust Collections, United Kingdom

Description

Oil painting on canvas, Henrietta Georgiana Marcia Lascelles Iremonger, Lady Chatterton (1806 – 1876), Mrs Edward Heneage Dering, by Rebecca Dulcibella Ferrers Orpen, later Mrs Edward Dering (1830 – 1923), after Richard Buckner, inscribed.

A full-length portrait of Lady Chatterton who sits at a table in the dining room of her house, Finchden in Kent, resting her hands on a large open book and looking towards the left. She wears a full-skirted black silk dress with white lace at the cuffs and neck. Her brown hair is dressed with a white lace cap trimmed with pearls and there is a black bow under her chin. Hanging on the wall behind her is a tapestry on the subject of Europa and the Bull which hung in the dining room at Finchden until she brought it with her to Baddesley Clinton and hung it in the Great Parlour.

Henrietta Georgiana Marcia Iremonger was the daughter of Reverend Lascelles Iremonger. She married, Sir William Abraham Chatterton, 2nd Bt., (1794-1855) son of Sir James Chatterton, 1st Bt. and Rebecca Lane, on 3 August 1824. and Edward Heneage Dering, (1826-1892) son of Reverend Cholmeley Edward John Dering, on 1 June 1859. She died on 6 February 1876.

[crossdressingdeath]

If people could stop making massive, largely baseless assumptions about DAV based on a playtest build that only contains six hours of the game and that we haven't even seen all of that'd be great.

[sleepgarden]

I'm aiming to get these listed tomorrow (Nov 14th) by 3pm est ♡ I was too busy to finish them for today unfortunately, but that's alright ^^;

[bugieeeee]

I've watched so so many hours of game changer and fantasy high while making this tapestry my wrists are going to fall off

[hunterofthejewel]

I was born to be an artisan creating beautiful crafts but I am forced to be a line cook making eggs for cranky old people

[pastellmochi]

what kind of sicko would come up with this

[ghw-archive]

[susoriginals]

Vintage Multi Color Floral Tapestry Carry On Suit Case Garment Bag Luggage by Jordache Only $14.99

[wetbananapeel]

An idea struck me at this hour for a gallery installation I have in three weeks

[diebarbiemusikkollektiv]

Enclosed Family Room Mid-sized transitional enclosed family room idea with white walls, a regular fireplace, a stone fireplace, and a television stand.

[thewriteadviceforwriters]

List of Random Things For Your Dark Academia Settings | For Writers

The Library 📚

Towering mahogany bookshelves filled with ancient leather-bound tomes

Antique globes and faded maps mounted on the walls

Heavy velvet drapes blocking out the sunlight

Ornate brass reading lamps casting a warm glow

The musty smell of old books permeating the air

The Study 🪶

A large oak desk strewn with papers, quills, and ink bottles

Walls lined with pinned insect specimens and anatomical drawings

An antique typewriter, its keys clacking softly

Stacks of well-worn leather journals and notebooks

A cabinet of curiosities filled with skulls, fossils, and scientific oddities

The Classroom 🎓

Rows of old wooden desks, surfaces scratched with generations of graffiti

A blackboard covered in elaborate chalk diagrams and Latin phrases

Dusty shelves holding jars of formaldehyde-preserved specimens

Antique microscopes and brass telescopes waiting to be used

The tick-tock of a grandfather clock counting down the minutes

The Dormitory 🕯️

A four-poster bed heaped with tattered quilts and faded velvet pillows

Parquet wood floors layered with antique persian rugs

Flickering candles in tarnished silver holders casting dancing shadows

A steamer trunk overflowing with vintage tweeds and wool knits

Tea-stained pages of love letters and poetry scattered on the nightstand

The Secret Society Meeting Room 🗝️

An imposing stone fireplace with Latin phrases carved into the mantel

Worn leather armchairs circled around a low table set with tarnished silver

The air thick with pipe smoke and burning incense

Shelves lined with ancient masks, ceremonial daggers, and dusty alchemical tomes

Shadows dancing on the tapestry-covered walls in the candlelight

[ask-the-archs]

*Lavina is with her new dragon and her cat, searching around for Barachiel-and throwing matches into abandoned buildings.*

- @angels-maybe

*Barachiel is sitting facing towards a large tapestry when she finds vir, eyes blank as ve stares at it, blood just about soaking through vis heavy clothes in spots, and wings wrapped in vis cloak, dried tear tracks visible on vis face*

[galaxyspeaking]

“Would you show me a friendly face, once more?” (more writing below)

It was with the familiar smell of ashes burning her nostrils that Lady Galadriel came to the realisation that there was no fight left in her.

If she closed her eyes, she could feel them— the last flickers of a fire long burning finally leaving her body. As she stood there alone, amid the smoke blackening her sight and a tapestry of bodies she could no longer distinguish at her foot, the yearning for the pale waters of the Sea made itself known at last. She welcomed it with great bitterness.  So this was her end. The daughter of Finarfin was to set sail home to Valinor. She felt him approach like she always did: a large shadow engulfing soil, corpses and hopes alike, the blade of betrayal still fresh against her skin. She could continue to fight him— she’d done so over and over again, with different faces, different blades, each trying at eroding figments of a once shared kinship to no avail. He would remain Sauron. She would forever be Galadriel. He could not slay her just as she could never rid herself of him in full, and the acceptance of this truth once made her chest cave with grief, right between the puncture points of the crown he’d once pushed against her. “Galadriel,” he greeted her. He considered her curiously. Beneath his helmet, his eyes were glowing embers, nothing like his—witnessing the change in Galadriel, no doubt. She had never given up on an opportunity to deal a blow before, and there he stood before her, tendrils of his armour reaching to her like a black flame, yet she was not moving. He took a cautious step forward. “Are you not going to fight me, today?” She stared blankly at him—through him, through what once was, what could be, what would be. “Would you show me a friendly face, once more?” She asked instead. Tired. She was so tired. As she let her head fall against his shoulder, he stood very still. “I would,” he simply said, southern vowels scraping against his throat, low, barely loud enough for her elf ears to hear. Against all odds, he had granted her her request. Stubble scratched the side of her head as a hand gingerly held the back of her neck, and she allowed herself to feel the solace of his embrace, just this once.

She had started to diminish the day they had met, after all.