#portrait of a lady in lilac

[kinkander]

John Singer Sargent - Portrait Of Lady Agnew Of Lochnaw

[artsandculture]

Lady Agnew of Lochnaw (1892) 🎨 John Singer Sargent 🏛️ National Galleries Scotland 📍 Edinburgh, Scotland

Sargent’s dazzling and unforgettable image of Lady Agnew is one of the most famous of his many portraits of fashionable London society. For both the artist and his sitter, the painting was an instant success, establishing Sargent’s reputation as the portrait painter of choice for the London elite and immediately transforming the newly elevated Lady Agnew into a society celebrity.

Sargent was born in Florence and spent his childhood travelling across Europe with his wealthy American parents who restlessly followed the changing social seasons. In 1874 he entered the Paris studio of the stylish French portraitist, Carolus-Duran. The young Sargent combined the flamboyant style of his teacher with his study of old masters such as Rembrandt and Velázquez but was also influenced by Monet and Impressionism. His provocative and unconventional Portrait of Madame X caused a scandal at the Paris Salon exhibition in 1884; and, when Sargent settled in London in 1886, he initially found it difficult to find clients as his bravura, continental style of painting attracted suspicion. However, his dashing technical mastery and confident manner were ideally suited for aristocratic patronage and he soon won over his critics with his elegant, flattering portraits. When his portrait of Lady Agnew was shown at the Royal Academy in 1893, one contemporary observed: ‘London is at his feet … he has had a cracking success.’

The sitter was born Gertrude Vernon and married Andrew Noel Agnew in 1889. Her husband, fifteen years her senior, was a barrister and later an MP and deputy-Lieutenant in Wigtownshire; he succeeded his father as 9th Baronet of Lochnaw in 1892, shortly before Sargent embarked on this portrait. The exact circumstances behind the commission are not known, but the Agnews may have met the artist through mutual American friends. According to notes in her husband’s diary, work on the portrait progressed swiftly, and Sargent later recalled that it was painted in just six sittings.

Lady Agnew is shown seated in a Louis XVI chair against the backdrop of a Chinese silk hanging, both of which were standard props in Sargent’s studio. She is reported to have been of frail health; she recovered slowly from a severe bout of influenza in 1890 and was apparently still convalescing and suffering from exhaustion when she sat to Sargent, which may account for her slightly ghostly pallor in the painting. Lady Agnew fixes the spectator with an intelligent, faintly amused gaze but it is her elegant white silk dress and lilac sash that threaten to steal all our attention. There are brilliant passages of painting in the highlights, reflections and coloured shadows that show Sargent at his best as a painter of surfaces and textures, the ideal artist for a gilded, polished yet ultimately superficial society.

Sargent’s image of Lady Agnew helped her to become a leading light in fashionable circles, holding lavish salons in her London home. Ironically, the high costs of this hospitality meant that she was eventually forced to sell some family pictures including this portrait which was purchased by the Scottish National Gallery in 1925.

[history-of-fashion]

ab. 1630 Unknown artist, Holland - Portrait of a Young Lady in Lilac Dress

(State Hermitage Museum)

[polish-art-tournament]

paintings round 2 poll 44

Lady in a lilac dress by Władysław Czachórski, between 1880-1890:

propaganda: I just love the many different textures in this painting, I want to touch them all, the fabric of the ladys dress, the flowers, the vase, the curtain and the marble and even the oil painting in the background, I think you can really see the difference in all the material and its impressive and just gives a very tactil feeling even if its just 2dimensional painting.

Self-portrait with an elf on my hand by Maria Pawlikowska-Jasnorzewska, c. 1920

[no propaganda has been submitted]

about the artist: Maria Pawlikowska-Jasnorzewska is probably best known for her poetry :)

[ughscara]

⠀⠀──── . + BLOOD–SCENTED ROSE.

જ portraits, veils, melodic tunes and unwanted gazes... doors upon doors close within the depths of urban legends told around town, and a peculiar lady's presence clinging tightly onto surreality... surely that cold chill down your spine wasn't a sign of anything drastic. much less someone watching.

⠀⠀⠀⠀── ꒰⁠ BLACK SWAN ꒱⁠˖ genres unlisted.

word count :: 1.1k

content warnings :: subtle horror themes and imagery ( ? ). mentions of an injury, blood and vague description of dead bodies. albeit only once; reader is depicted to be female. setting takes place in the canon.

additional notes :: my piece for the @/stellaronhvnters halloween event~ i chose two prompts and mixed them together ( phantom & supernatural ) to the best of my capabilities. i'm not the proudest of this particular piece since it was done in a bit of a rush, but i did my utmost :)

tagging :: @mitsvriii , @tragedy-of-commons , @wystiix .

the ever prosperous land of dreams held one's sweetest desires and wishes then transformed them into a most delightful reality. whatever it was a person sought after, whatever they wished to accomplish, and to whoever they seeked to find in life... penacony possessed all of it.

there was nothing that could disturb the sweet dream, nothing to hurdle your descent from the skies as your eyes fluttered open; greeted by darkness for a moment then falling stars the next. stars that seemed to go the opposite direction of your own.

clouds lit and outlined by bright city lights, the hustle and bustle of merchants all around, and the cheerful tunes stemming from talented musicians. awe–striking portraits of penacony's most iconic stars gazing right at you the odd sensation of being perceived dissipating as soon as your eyes darted upwards to admire the artist's handiwork. though that never hindered your journey throughout the dreamscape, moving forward and experiencing all it had to offer.

all the while hearing of a peculiar tale.

the penacony prescribed long ago had long since been plagued by a such tale, a tale that had seeped its way through the cosmos nearbying the planet, and soon enough; to those who come and go.

*death*, they say, never existed in the dreamscape.

“this is a story of a memokeeper,” they always start out, recounting the obscene disappearance of the individual like it's nothing more than an urban legend, presumably deceased and now a wandering spirit throughout the sweet dream. the exaggerated folktale even making her out to be some sort of bad omen if sighted.

bloodhound family records —— those gazed upon by ■■⁠■ ■⁠■■⁠■■⁠■■ will experience penacony abnormally. and eventually fall into their ■⁠■■⁠■■.

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

having just took a long walk through golden hour; you settled to take a break. the bar was quite crowded... at least, you presumed for such a place to be a bar, for what you were greeted with were dancing couples; accompanied by warm, low lit lights and romantic tunes. truthfully, you could leave, but your legs could barely keep up with you. so you relent and as quickly as you could secure yourself a seat.

“would you like anything, miss?” a waiter inquired, “no, thank you.” you utter with a little smile. though, you're a little taken aback to see said waiter gaze to someone else beside you. “and you, miss?”

directing your head to the side, you're greeted with an ethereal woman; shielded by a black veil that draped over her face and a long, black dress. the pale lilac hair complementing the tame color of her attire. the lady simply smiled at the waiter, serenely so, as she subtly shook her head. quietly watching the man take his leave.

safe to say, your gaze lingered on the woman next to you, entranced by the sight of her yet more or so taken aback by her presence. this table was unoccupied, was it not?

you weren't given an opportunity to think much about this as she turned her head to face you, violet eyes locking with your own in an instant, that serene smile still adorning her face beneath the silken veil. a lump found home in your throat, and a slight tension loosely embraced your figure upon feeling perceived once again for the first time in a decent while. though this... this was different, this—

“waiting for someone?” her voice gently coaxed you back into reality, the sound as ethereal as her appearance. the veiled lady took a bit of delight upon seeing your subtle shift in expression. and that subtle head shake taking her mind back to a familiar someone in another time. “i explored a lot of what golden hour had to offer. seeing as to how i was tired, i stopped by for a break.”

she hummed quietly in acknowledgement, her expression softening upon hearing your voice. “i'm sure you've made quite a memorable journey thus far.” her voice was but a quiet murmur, a tinge of longing present within it as her eyes fluttered shut, directing her head to the side whilst doing so.

it didn't take long for her eyes to open once again, watchful eyes cast upon those same dancing couples occupying this ball–like room. the romantic tunes still echoing throughout, the low and warm lights rendering you all the more enchanting to woman's eyes.

black swan figured it wouldn't be best to stay like this for long.

the brief silence was eventually broken as the veiled women extended a hand to hold onto yours, mutated hand phasing through your own in attempts to entwine your fingers together. the advance was sudden enough, the freezing sensation of an otherwise unreal touch coursing through your entire being akin to an avalanche. “how about a dance?” she said this, and all that was once around became nothing. all came to a halt except for those romantic melodies that complemented the setting, sounding the slightest bit strained just about enough to feel as though it was scratching at your ears.

you follow right behind her to the empty dance floor, purple hues of light descending onto you both as you engaged in her invitation. heels sliding against the ground in sync, the distance palpable between the two of you. her guidance was gentle, her otherworldly hold on you was but a soft embrace around your shoulder and between you was a white rose.

“(name), wasn't it?”

the lady broke the silence, her voice tinged with fondness. no response came from you, and she couldn't help but marvel at such a thing. “a name as enchanting as the memories you carry.”

the tunes of the violin and piano grew all the more strained, countless eyes watching your every move. the manner in which you danced with this eccentric lady in harmony, the manner in which you subtly rejected her little romantic advances only to be pulled back in and back to square one. those portraits you saw around the dreamscape returning to greet you in this odd realm, those prying eyes you felt once now amplified by a ten. though all you see was nothing, said portraits held nothing but decaying figures as they followed black swan's every move. never once were you able to keep your eyes away from the frames that carried elusive corpses.

you felt a stinging sensation against your chest, such a thing being soothed by her lips on your cheek, the only semblance of warmth your figure felt was through the blood that seeped out of your small wound and onto the vines of the white rose, its petals now adorned with a vibrant red.

with a kiss goodbye, and the last to be seen of you within her own dissipating memories,

the family announced your unfortunate departure within their records.

[forthegothicheroine]

I saw a youtuber assign perfumes to her favorite books, so I thought I'd try it.

Perfumes for (some of) my favorite books. Part 1: Fiction.

Dracula: Portrait of a Lady by Frederic Malle

The Bloody Chamber: Fille de Berlin by Serge Lutens

Discworld's Night Watch: A Lilac a Day by Vilhelm

Wylding Hall: Lucid Dream by Ex Idolo

The Dark Descent of Elizabeth Frankenstein: Young Romantics by Poesie

Mexican Gothic: 1940 by Besame

Tooth and Claw: Eau de Protection by Etat Libre d'Orange

Experimental Film: Replica By the Fireplace by Maison Margiela

Blackwater: Saint Julep by Imaginary Authors

The Silver Devil: Tainted Love by Tokyo Milk

Convenience Store Woman: Not a Perfume by Juliette Has a Gun

Spinning Silver: Doe in the Snow by 4160 Tuesdays

My Best Friend's Exorcism: Poison Girl by Dior

The Drowning Girl: Haunted by Deconstructing Eden

Pretty Monsters: Fraaagola Saalaaata by Hilde Soliani

The Coldest Girl in Coldtown: In Love With Everything by Imaginary Authors

The Secret Books of Paradys: Fleurs du Mal by Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

Northanger Abbey: Penny Dreadful by Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

Moll Flanders: Prends-Moi by Isabey

Camp Ghoul Mountain: Burning Leaves by CB I Hate Perfume

Piranesi: Aqua Universalis by Maison Francis Kurkdjian

[specialsituationsgroup]

Lego Discworld - Patrician's Palace

Patrician's palace exterior with Ankh-Morpork coat of arms. Giant beehive / pidgeon roost / clack's tower on roof. Statue of old Stoneface and hoho in front. City catacombs under the surface.

Palace interior with secret passage. Palace garden with lilac bush and BS Johnson's exploding fountain. Ginger tom and unprofitable butterfly.

Patrician's palace, closed, front.

Havelock Vetinari, Wuffles and Igor in the puke green room. Includes candle stub on nightstand and candle stick hidden in the chest of drawers.

Mr Pump in Vetinari's study. Incudes a crossword puzzle/thud board, music sheet and the manuscript of The Servant.

Leonard of Quirm, Sybil Ramkin, Erol and Rufus Drumknott in Leonard's atelier. Includes the model of the Kite, device for removing mountains, internal combustion kettle, scultping and painting equipment, and Vetinari's portrait.

Library / secret passage. Includes Oswald, modle of the disc and a death mask / head for young Vetinari.

The low king of Dwarves in the Oblong office. Includes Vetinari's and Drumknott's desks, "world's best boss" mug, and dog biscuit.

Commander Vimes, Angua von Uberwald and lord Rust in the Rat's chamber. Includes sprig of lilac, old Stoneface's axe, and Angua's collar / stygium ring.

Otto Chirk and palace guard in the waitng room / entrance / throne room / ball room. Inclues Vetinari's clock and the gilded throne of Ankh.

Palace Cook / Glenda Sugerbean / Grace Speaker / Interchangable Emma and food taster / Young Sam in the Kitchen. Includes bread, water and hardboiled egg. Roasting salmon, caviar and goblet of blood. Wine, cheese and a spoon.

Foul ole Ron and Rincewind in the treasury. Includes snake and scorpion. Paper money, Agatean gold coin and a head of cabage.

Tears of the mushtoom and Detritus in the saferoom / bathroom. Includes matress and shaving equipment. Bathtub, chamber pot with nightsoil, and shoft lavatory paper.

Moist in the janitor's closet / botomless pit. Includes trap door and chain for mimes. Stoker Blake's shovel and the Sweeper's broom.

Death / mime and death of rats / rat spy in the dungeon. Includes barred door, Dwarven locks, and a plaque inscribed learn the words.

Possible minifig permutations, with acessories:

Charlie, assasin Vetinari, Patrician Vetinari, Stoker Blake

Drumknott, Vetinari, Adora Dearheart, Albert Spangler.

Vimes under the Summoning Dark, young constable Vimes, Commander Vimes, Sargent Keel, Sir Samuel the duke of Anhk.

BLT Sybil, Dragonbreeder Sybil, dwarf opera Sybil.

Buggy Swires, Nobby Nobs, Fred Colon, Angua von Uberwald, Carrot Ironfounderson. Commander Vimes, Reg Shoe, Cuddy, Cherry.

Groat, Moist, Stanley

Ponder Stibbons, Mustrum Ridcully and Rincewind

Mrs Rosie Palm, lady Sybil Ramkin, madam Roberta Mersole

Otto Chirk, Margolata von Ubervald, dragon king of arms

Dragon king of arms, lord Rust, mr Pin and mr Tulip, Reacher Gilt, mr Slant, lord Downey

Low king of dwarves, Bashful Bashfullson, Cuddy, Cherry

Buggy Swires, Tears of the Musroom, Of the lathe the swarf

[dellalyra]

𝙆𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞 𝙃𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 | 𝘍𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 | mdni

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ɴᴀʀᴜᴛᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪɴᴀᴛᴀ’ꜱ ᴡᴇᴅᴅɪɴɢ ᴅᴀʏ ʙʀɪɴɢꜱ ᴍᴀɴʏ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ.

𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

Gods, she looked beautiful. All in white and soft florals - you couldn’t believe it really, little Hinata who would faint every time Naruto so much as looked at her would now standing beside him as his wife. He scrubbed up well, Naruto, you had gone with him and Iruka to get his wedding outfit fitted and insisted he get his hair cut for the day too. You’d never be his mother, just as Iruka would never be his father. But you two had tried, you had been the one to feed the screeching blonde baby his 3am bottles in between ANBU missions and eventually had taught alongside Iruka in the Academy. Seeing him now, with the sweet girl who’d bring you lilacs every day as a gift with a shy nod, having said their vows and exchanged rings, you had never been more thankful for sacrifices made along the way.

You also felt old. Even though you were only 27.

The reception began in earnest, guests greeting the beaming couple and Iruka standing beside Hinata’s father thanking passers by.

Having taught all of the kids in the academy, being close to Naruto and soon becoming Lady Fifth’s right hand woman beside Shizune - these kids felt just like yours. You’d mopped up their blood, dried their tears as anyone would for their kids.

You had spent so much time with them, made them take their medicine, trained with them, studied with them, mediated petty arguments (Ino and Sakura) and mended broken hearts with them. Of course, there was also the other reason.

The 6ft, silver haired reason standing in the corner. Your best friend since childhood, your Shinobi partner, your partner in crime and the love of your life.

Not that the last part came to light until about 3 months ago, when before the final battle arrived you woke up realising you might die tomorrow. He might die tomorrow. Life was too short, you’d lost too many people to forsake this chance - even though his fear of losing people he loved, and your fear of losing your other half was what kept that unspoken gap between you all these years. How you came to get together after almost 25 years of pining was a story for another day, however, because today was Hinata and Naruto’s day.

You could see Sakura, in the distance - she’d intercepted a messenger bird and pulled the scroll from its foot, and you saw her smile. Only one person can make your Sakura smile like that. Sasuke. On his journey of atonement, who knows where - but still thinking of Naruto, and Sakura. His friends. His family.

Sai stood hand in hand with Ino, a genuine smile on his face and love in both their eyes. A blushing, wait, blushing Temari stood beside Shikamaru - when did that happen? You all knew it was coming, but didn’t know it had happened. Tsunade caught your eye and winked, raising a glass of champagne in your direction. Shino and Kiba were monitoring Rock Lee and Gai who were causing mild havoc and Choji was at the Hor D’Ouvres already. TenTen stood near Kurenai and Mirai. So many loved ones, but too many missing. Neji should be here for this. Jiraiya would be so proud.

You watch the Kazekage make conversation with Kakashi who looks absolutely miserable among so many people, and you decide to save him. You grab Sai as you walk towards the Hokage and Gaara of the Desert.

“Lord Kazekage, thank you again so much for attending today. It means very much to Naruto to have you here with him today. Hinata too, although I suppose I can just call them the Uzumaki’s now! I believe you were speaking about a memorial portrait for your office, Lord Kazakage? Sai here is our finest artist, perhaps you could speak on the matter?” You interject, with levels of diplomacy you only gathered watching Tsunade daily.

“Indeed, I’m grateful to be here to witness a dear friend’s happy day. Sai, would you speak with me about…” Gaara speaks, wandering away with Sai beside him. An odd pair, one you knew would be busy making incredibly strange conversation for some time.

You glance at Kakashi, a wry smile on your face.

“Better?” You snicker, taking your place beside him.

“Infinitely. The second Naruto can string a sentence together without saying ‘Believe it!’ I’m giving him the hat. I hate all this talking.” He grumbles.

“Even to me?” You act offended.

He just gives you that adorable eye smile, lips quirking under his mask.

“Never to you.” He says, voice quieter, softer.

“You really do look very handsome today, Lord Sixth.” You smile, fixing the lapels of his jacket. He rolls his eyes.

“Not even half worthy of standing beside you, sweetheart. Y’look beautiful today, everyday but today - that’s something else.” He smirks.

“Oh hush you, you told me how nice I looked for 15 minutes this morning.” You huff.

“I believe I showed you how nice I thought you looked too, 3 times before we left the apartment.” He snickered, knowing the images of your tangled limbs in the bedsheets making you almost late would infiltrate your mind again, causing a flush across your cheeks.

“Kashi, gods, we were already nearly late - we can’t go sneaking off to a broom closet now and that’s how this will go if you keep talking like that.” You glance at the sky, trying to clear your mind.

You both laugh at the scene in front of you as Gai and Rock begin doing various exercises and TenTen just rolls her eyes. Everyone looks so beautiful, so happy. The aura of calm and peace surrounding everyone is a reminder of why you came back from the war with many new scars. It was worth it. Seeing these kids, who really deserved a better world - actually living it was more than any of you dreamed.

“Did you see Shikamaru and Temari hooked up?” You elbow your boyfriend.

“Finally. I thought his lazy ass would never do anything about it.” He snorted.

“Bets on it was all Temari.” You respond and he shakes your hand to seal the deal.

“Sakura got a message from Sasuke too.” He chimes in.

“Sai asked me to help pick a ring for Ino too.” You remember shopping with him, in awe of how much of a romantic this boy turned out to be.

There’s silence for a moment between you both.

“Who do you think will be next?” Kakashi asks you.

“For what?”

“To get married.”

“Temari and Shikamaru probably. Ino will want to plan a wedding properly, and I think we’re still a while off Sakura and Sasuke. Who knows, maybe Gai will find his partner in the grand spirit of youth?” You respond.

He huffs a laugh, but doesn’t reply.

“Why, was that not who you thought?” You question him.

“Nah.” He shrugs.

“Who do you think will get married next then?” You poke his cheek.

“Us.” He looks at you, unfazed.

You blink.

And blink again.

He just stares at you.

“Is that a proposal, Lord Sixth?” You think he’s joking, so you play along.

“I suppose so.” He nods.

Oh my god, he’s being serious.

“Kashi - are you - do you mean that?” You ask, breathless and grasp his hand.

“You used to say you didn’t want a fancy proposal. Just for someone to say they want to marry you. I want to marry you. The rings at home.” His smile is soft, imperceptible to anyone but you.

You turn to face him, smile bright and lash line glistening with tears.

“You busy tomorrow, Hatake?” You ask, a laugh interrupting.

“Shikamaru can take care of business, you got plans?”

“Wanna get married?”

He just smiles, and glances around to make sure nobodies watching before slipping his mask down and pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips.

“It’s a date.” His voice is wavering slightly.

“Let’s keep it quiet. It’s not our day. Hinata and Naruto leave for their honeymoon tonight.” You whisper to him.

“Tomorrow we’ll ask Gai and Kurenai to meet us at the courthouse. It can be just us four. Then I’ll take Mrs. Hatake home.” He nods, and your heart seizes at the sound of you being Mrs. Hatake within 24 hours.

“I love you, ‘Kashi.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.” He says, pressing a masked kiss to your inner wrist.

“SAKURAAAAA-CHAN! LOOK AT KAKASHI-SENSEI AND Y/N-SENSEI! THEY ARE SO CUTE!” Ino’s voice echoes.

“Some things never change.” You laugh as Kakashi grimaces.

Recommended Listening:

Say Yes to Heaven - Lana Del Rey

[ghw-archive]

Portrait of a society lady, holding a sheaf of lilacs, painted by Hermann Clementz, 1904

[sea-owl]

Been rereading AOFAG for older Penelope au ideas and this one came to mind.

Penelope was not expecting to see a pretty dark blonde girl dressed in Benedict's clothes when she came to My Cottage this morning, granted she was not expecting to see her best friend either but here they both were. Apparently, Mr and Mrs Crabtree were not expecting them either, nor did they know who the girl was.

She does have an impressive pair of lungs on her Penelope thought. Her ears were still ringing from the girl's scream upon waking up.

The girl turned out to be named Sophie. It also turns out Benedict had brought her here after rescuing her from the Cavendish party. The girl was a servant, easily told by her calloused hands, though you may not know upon first glance. Frankly, Penelope thinks she looks a little bit like that old Earl Gunningworth. They really should find the poor dear some proper clothes, Benedict's breeches stand no chance of staying up even I they got her a belt.

Benedict groaned, flopping onto the bed after the Crabtrees and Sophie left the room to grab breakfast. He looked up at her, trying to look pathetic.

Penelope rolled her eyes. "Do not expect any sympathy from me, Mr Bridgerton. I told you not to go to that party last night. Now look at you."

"But then I would haven't been able to play hero," Benedict joked. His voice was rough and hoarse from the coughing fits.

Penelope let out her own groan. "Your brother is already trying to play that role, you do not need to as well."

Benedict chuckeled. "And what has little Col done to deserve your ire?"

"How do you know it is not Anthony?" Penelope challenged.

"Because Anthony knows if he drives my best friend away, I shall be insufferable, and it will be his problem. Not to mention the potential reactions of our other siblings. Honestly, why were you not born a Bridgerton? I shall never know. You would look better in our family's colors anyway. I tested it on one of your portraits. You looked beautiful."

Penelope smiled, playfully shaking her head. "Maybe in the next life."

"This one is still possible," Benedict teased. "Colin is still unmarried."

Penelope tried not to blush. Benedict loved bringing up his little brother's past infatuation with her. If only he knew what said brother was up to yesterday.

"As are you," Penelope shot back. "Should I not marry you instead? After all I will have thoie wonderful property when you pass."

Benedict snorted. "And how do you know it won't go to our children?"

Penelope waved her hand. "They'll have it when I pass."

Benedict looked to say something else when a crash was heard from the hall. Penelope stood, taking a look.

"What is it?" Benedict asked.

"Oh, the poor girl," Penelope said. Sophie was struggling to juggle a tray, stocked to the very edges with food in one hand and holding her borrowed breeches up in another. "Benedict, why did you not give her a belt?"

Benedict groaned. The Crabtrees had already chewed him out on that. "Why don't you find her one?"

"I will."

With that, Penelope marched into the hall. "Mr and Mrs Crabtree, if you do not mind, I would like to find Sophie a proper dress. Benedict, the fool seemed to forget My Cottage has plenty."

Careful to hand off the tray Sophie was holding to Mr Crabtree Penelope led Sophie to a room down the hall.

"This is my room for when I visit," Penelope said as she opened up the closet.

Sophie gulped. "Are you the lady of the house."

Penelope choked on a laugh. "Oh no, never would I dream of that. Benedict is a childhood friend who is kind enough to give me a spare key for when I need a place to hide."

A child hood friend? This must be Penelope Featherington. Sophie had read about the odd friendship she and Benedict shared in Whistledown. Many servants from the Bridgerton and Featherington houses had also commented on how odd it was for a gentleman and lady to be so close but not courting.

"Aha!" Penelope pulled down a lilac colored dress with silver trimming and a matching silver belt. "The fit will be off," Penelope said. It couldn't be helped honestly, Penelope was several inches shorter than Sophie and rounder, especially in the chest area. "But it will be much better than what Benedict has you practically swimming in."

"Oh, I couldn't," Sophie waved her hands. "This is too fine-!" n her haste to do so she had forgotten her hold on the breeches.

Sophie blushed when they fell to her ankles. Penelope held back a giggle.

"Consider a thank you for taking care of Benedict. He is a right pain in the arse when he's sick. I should know. One would think he was dying when he simply had a headcold."

Try as Sophie might Penelope wouldn't take no as an answer. She eventually won when she pointed out it was her dress or Benedict's clothes. Sophie put on the dress.

The dress cut off above Sophie's ankles and they had to bunch up the bodice a little bit with the belt but it certainly was a better fit than what Sophie had on before. Especially for a temporary dress.

Benedict laughed when the two girls came back to his room.

"Laugh all you want Mr. Bridgerton," Penelope huffed. "At least I remembered a belt."

[yellowsocialbunny]

targaryen sims portraits pt. III

Prince Aemon Targaryen had eyes "as pale as lilac". His hair was a rare color, rare even in Old Valyria: it was pale, and shone like white gold. Aemon was tall and handsome, even as a boy of seven. He was taller than his younger brother Baelon, and stronger. By the time Aemon was fifteen years old, he was six feet and two inches tall. As a young child, Aemon was very serious, cautious, careful, and obedient. Aemon was fast friends with his brother Baelon, and would train with him in the yard. They were evenly matched against each other, and their contests were very spirited, always drawing crowds of onlookers.

Prince Baelon Targaryen at birth was smaller than his older brother, Aemon. He was louder and lustier, however. The first time Baelon visited the Dragonpit, he hit Balerion on the snout, causing Ser Samgood of the Kingsguard to remark that he was either brave or mad. Ever since, Baelon was also known as Baelon the Brave.

Princess Alyssa Targaryen was long-faced and skinny. She had dirty blond tangled hair, without a trace of silver. She had mismatched eyes, one violet, the other green. She had big ears and a lopsided smile. At the age of six she broke her nose, which healed crooked. As a child, she did not act like a girl. She would dress in boy's clothes whenever possible, and preferred to ride, climb, and duel with wooden swords over more lady-like activities, and shunned the company of girls. Alyssa was strong, quick, and spirited. She loved to boast that she was "as bawdy a wench as any barmaid in King's Landing".

Septa Maegelle Targaryen as a girl was gentle, quiet, studious, and exceedingly bright, and was said to read from the Seven-Pointed Star every night before sleep, and was eager to take the vows. She was known for her compassion, and her gift for healing.

Archmaester Vaegon Targaryen had the silver-gold hair and purple eyes of the Targaryens. However, he could not be described as "comely": he had a long face and round shoulders, even at a young age. He always had a pinched sour cast to his mouth. He was not a coward, but neither took joy from the play of squires and pages. He was a miserable fighter, and not well-trained at arms. He was a bookish boy and much preferred the library, where he could often be found. Books were his only passion. When he had to speak he was often blunt, though never intentionally cruel: he always dutifully performed perfunctory courtesies, but no more.

Princess Daella Targaryen was small of stature: on her toes she stood five feet and two inches. Everyone who met her judged her younger than she was in truth, as there was a childish aspect to her. As she grew to maidenhood she was described as pretty, enough to attract the attention of young lords, but wasn't singled out as exceptionally beautiful. Daella was considered sweet, kind, and gentle, with a tender heart. However, she was also a delicate and shy, tongue-tied girl, who was easily frightened and quick to cry. She liked flowers but was afraid of gardens, bees, and cats

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[crownsofsorrow]

. ✧ . * . ⌜ elle fanning, twenty-one, cis woman, she/her   /   the prophecy by taylor swift  +   you were left out of many things because you lacked a dragon of your own - until now, no one will ever know about the great love of your life - he has been erased ; a love that never should have been - ended just as abruptly as it began, you have a wildfire burning inside you just waiting to be released - do not lose that spark, bright flowers woven through soft silver hair ; the sunlight painting portraits among the blossoms, did you think you were immune to the prophecies written of your family? silly girl - they’re all about YOU. ⌟ high greetings to DAELLA VELARYON, the PRINCESS of WESTEROS, also known as DAE, THE WILDFIRE PRINCESS. though they can be a bit INDULGENT & RECALCITRANT, those closest to them will tell you they’re COMPASSIONATE & AFFABLE. perhaps that’s why they’ve placed their loyalties with HOUSE VELARYON and are IN FAVOR OF the coronation of a high king. may the gods have mercy on their soul. [ admin thea ]

TRIGGER WARNINGS: death of a partner.

BASICS.

full name : daella alysanne velaryon

nicknames : dae

epithets : the wildfire princess

titles : princess of westeros

gender / pronouns : cis woman, she/her

sexuality : bisexual

date of birth : the thirteenth day of the tenth moon

age : twenty-one

zodiac : libra

place of birth : king's landing, the crownlands, westeros

languages : the common tongue, high valyrion

allegiance : house velaryon

religion : faith of the seven

APPEARANCE.

faceclaim : elle fanning

height : 5'9"

eye color : lilac

hair color : valyrion silver

dominant hand : right

PERSONALITY.

positive traits : compassionate, affable, ebullient, gregarious

negative traits : indulgent, recalcitrant, brazen, reticent

hobbies : reading, caring for wildfyre, hosting tea with her ladies-in-waiting

RELATIONSHIPS.

parents : daemon velaryon & rhaenyra velaryon neé targaryen

siblings : -- velaryon (eldest brother), -- stark neé velaryon (older sister), -- velaryon (triplet brother), -- velaryon (triplet sister), naerys velaryon (younger sister)

significant other : ellys redwyne ✝ (former lover)

children : n/a

dragon : aelys - ( Ay - lEEs like meleys but without the m ) ( one year old hatchling with pinkish scales )

pets : daria ( a black cat she’s had since she was a child )

ADDITIONAL INFO.

daella is the middle child of the velaryon triplets placing her smack dab in the middle of the six children of the high king and queen. the arrival of the triplets was seen as a great sign for the newly crowned king of the crownlands, daemon. coming just weeks after their father’s coronation the dragon triplets had the kingdom wrapped around their little fingers from their first breaths. queen rhaenyra placed a dragon egg in each of the triplets bassinets. daella’s was the only egg that didn’t hatch, leaving her as the only sibling without a dragon of her own. daemon chose to see it as an oman of bad fortune.  it has been said that daella made up for that by being the wild child of the bunch. while her siblings learned how to control and fly on their dragons, daella spent her time in the libraries with personal tutors, because of this she became a quite studious child, and a fast learner, mastering high valyrian by the time she was eight years old. when this didn’t garner her father’s attention daella began acting out instead, often throwing tantrums or spending her days hiding from her tutors. daella’s rebellious streak carried on to her young adult years. she never expected to fall in love with one of her guards, nor did she think her father would ever find out about her relationship with ellys redwyne. it had started as all great romances do, they loathed one another, or daella loathed ellys that is. it wasn’t until a scare of an attack on king’s landing by the thing that comes in the night towards the end of the eighteen year long war that the two finally admitted their feelings for one another. they had worked hard to keep their relationship secret, though daella wanted nothing more than to scream from the towers of her love. she would have happily given up her title an moved to the arbor to be with ellys. daemon did find out however and without daella’s knowledge had ellys killed. daella wouldn’t find out her father had killed her lover, instead she was told he had been sent home to the reach and died of a sickness during his travels, a lie his family would also be told. it was in daella’s heartbreak that she was gifted an egg from her mother’s dragon, wildfyre, one that finally hatched. daella named her hatchling aelys, in honor of ellys.

CONNECTIONS.

her ladies in waiting ( 1/3 taken ) : the four of them have always been the best of friends. whether they were sent to king’s landing to be fostered by the velaryan’s or they are a relative of the royal family they ended up serving the princess. daella is being kept on a short leash these days by her parents and perhaps the high king and queen have enlisted her ladies to help keep the princess on her best behavior, but that doesn’t mean these four don’t share a genuine love for one another. 

childhood rival : a child of another noble family, probably from the crownlands or maybe being fostered by another family during the war. these two never got along, they probably thought daella was a brat ( she was ), maybe they got pass the rivalry, maybe it's still going strong.

[consolecadet]

I was really not prepared to participate in an art show! I didn't have a bad time, I just had no idea what to expect, and also should have worn much more comfortable shoes.

I got there right on time for the members-only hour, earlier than almost anyone else. They gave me a name tag with a photo of my painting printed in the background. While it was still quiet, multiple members of the art org's staff pulled me aside to introduce themselves and...tell me what they thought of my painting, basically? Got some comments like "A lot of us really liked it" (great), "It might make some people uncomfortable, but it's memorable and intense and that's what makes art valuable" (thanks), "I know it's trite to say this but it is very visceral" (yeah!), and "the teens were in here the other day to judge the youth committee prize and you got a lot of sticky notes next to yours" (cool). I was mostly kind of uncomfortable, but I can see how this sort of thing could quickly become a person's personal cocaine.

An upbeat local media producer with deep mauve eye bags interviewed me and the artist whose painting was next to mine (she had painted a beautiful, slightly abstracted forest landscape of Falmouth, Maine). This was the part I was really unprepared for! Fortunately I've had to explain the painting to people a few times, since I worked on it during Open Hacks around other people...but this was a much artier crowd, and despite technically knowing how, I really don't want to talk about it like "I'm juxtaposing familiar objects with a transgressive concept to blah blah blah etc". He was like "man, my insurance won't approve shit, we gotta nationalize healthcare" which, so right.

The gallery quickly got extremely crowded and, because the sun was blasting in through the enormous picture windows, extremely hot. I wandered around looking at everything. My favorite works were "All Bagged Up", a 3d wall piece of pink expanding foam with bags of candy and toys tacked to it, "Self-Discipline #23", a pair of charcoal self-portraits of the artist wearing a bondage mask, and "Resilience", an mixed media painting with mesmerizing swirls of green and blue iridescent paint.

I had to take some daily meds at 6 and -- I swear this was not on purpose -- spilled all the fucking pills from my pill-shaped pill case onto the floor. On brand, I guess?

KC came partway through and brought me a big bundle of sweet-smelling lilacs from his workplace's backyard. <3

I met someone who recognized me from a FB group I'm in for fat people in the Boston area. She'd painted a self-portrait of her squeezing her waist extremely tightly with a leather belt. She asked to hang out (!) and followed me on Instagram. I followed her back. She has 25k followers and I'm a little intimidated.

Several people found me to say they found my painting relatable, which was nice. One woman told me about her chronic pain and told me, sounding a bit constricted in her throat, that she wished more people would talk about and make art about this stuff. I am really used to people oversharing about very personal topics in the tags on my posts, but it's another thing entirely to experience someone's response to your thoughts or art IRL. Unlike Tumblr, though, nobody said anything unkind to my face!

My feet got so sore. I was so sweaty. I got an honorable mention from the Youth Committee of tweens and teens. Fat positive belt lady got the Youth Committee prize. We...hugged about it?

I felt somewhat out of my depth -- some of the artists priced a lot higher than I would be comfortable charging, some of the art was much more technically advanced than mine, and some of the artists' statements were much more, uh, Art School. I feel I did not schmooze very effectively. But I would try doing this again!

[tragedykery]

tagged by @corpseprince, ty!! <33

last song: I love me after you by mitski

last watched: uhhh part of portrait of a lady on fire. slowly making my way through it bc I want to let it stew in my brain

fav color: lilac

taste buds: I’m afraid I have a massive sweet tooth </3

relationship status: single lol

last looked up: lilac purple. to make sure it means the same in english lmao

current obsessions: uhh not really anything? mostly trying to survive winter atm tbh

tagging with no pressure: @satans-poptarts, @sup3rparas1te & @wonderland-mp3

[jpriest85-blog]

A portrait of the two remaining ladies of Scarlet Hollow's most influential family. Tabitha Crystantum Scarlet and her California cousin Valentina Dahlia Scarlet are both wearing lace dresses because lbr it isn't Southern Gothic until at least one haunted woman from an old influental high society family makes an appearance in a white lace dress. Even though I doubt either of them were ever a Southern Belle™️. Tabitha seems to have been raised more to take over the business rather than etiquette or social graces of a debutante, although considering how busy Peralanne kept Tabitha growing up, she probably made her learn a couple of hobbies or skills expected of a Lady 🤔. Valentina grew up in San Francisco, and I doubt Vivian made her daughter take the same finishing school lessons Edwardine forced onto herself and Peralanne growing up, even if she could afford it. Although I do headcanon, Vivian did encourage Valentina when she wanted piano lessons since Valentina's father was a musician.

I've even included their namesake flowers in the picture Tabitha Chrysanthemums and Valentina Dahlias. Funny thing about Chrysanthemum and Dahlia, besides being Tabitha and Valentina's respective middle names, the flowers themselves belong to a similar plant family, Asteraceae. They also have some interesting meanings and symbolism associated with the flowers.

Chrysanthemums are resilient flowers that symbolize friendship, happiness, and well-being (all things Tabitha seem to desperately need) but often have different meanings associated with them depending on the color. In some cultures, white chrysanthemums are usually used at funerals, and pink mums are commonly given as Mother's Day gifts. Both are fitting, considering the player goes to Scarlet Hollow for the funeral of Tabitha's mother. Tabitha variety of Crystantums are a scarlet red, and red flowers are often used as romantic gifts, which could be a possible reference to how two of Tabitha's former lovers, Stella and Wayne, are both recurring characters in game. You can potentially help repair Tabitha's relationship with Stella.

Dahlias are also very colorful and hardy flowers that can symbolize devotion, love, beauty, dignity, and finding inner strength (which Valentina is going to need a lot of considering how stressful and dangerous Scarlet Hollow has been so far) but they also have different meanings depending on the color as well. Valentina variety of Dahlias comes in several colors such as yellow, mauve, lilac, lavender, and white; yellow flowers are often associated with joy and cheerfulness, which could work since Valentina seems to have had a happier childhood compared to Tabitha, pink Dahlias are commonly given as gifts for Mothers day or a close friendship or sister which is fitting considering Valentina was very close to her mother and attemps to befriend Tabitha, purple flowers are often associated with nobility which the Scarlet family kind of acts like considering their influence in the Holler, and white dahlias are often given in sympathy fitting considering Valentina traveled from California for a funeral. While the Valentina variety doesn't come in Scarlet their is another interesting Dahlia variety. Black Dahlia's aren't actually black but are a very dark red, and while they are associated with the infamous Black Dahlia murder they also have associations with betrayal.

[forthegothicheroine]

(youtube) /watch?v=CqxRFLD8tUo What are your eight perfumes for these categories? Just for fun, doesn't have to be literal!

As soon as I do this I'm sure I'll change my mind, but for the moment:

Signature Scent: Snake Oil by Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

Work Environment: A Lilac a Day by Vilhem

Evening Date Night: Portrait of a Lady by Frederic Malle

Spring and Summer: Gin and Rosewater by TokyoMilk

Autumn and Winter: Enchanted Forest by Vagabond Prince

Gym Fragrance: Replica Under the Lemon Tree by Maison Margeila