#v. REGENCY

[buildoblivion]

rtd ‘don’t reference david tennant’ challenge

[fashionsfromhistory]

Boy’s Waistcoat

1820s

United Kingdom

Victoria and Albert Museum

[evermorelore]

𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒋𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕…

[resplendentoutfit]

The Pelisse

The pelisse is the quintessential women's outerwear garment of the early 19th century. Due to the nature of the fashions of the time, the pelisse had to be very fitted and tailored to better cover the insubstantial textile of the gowns underneath. Therefore they tended to be very fashionable and follow the lines of Empire dress. The historical references in the puffed sleeves and the military influences of the braid trim here are indicative of the time and masterfully executed in this example. The Empire silhouette is readily identified with its origins in the chiton of ancient Greco-Romans, which was a tubular garment draped from the shoulders and sometimes belted beneath the bust.

Designer unknown (English). Pelisse, ca. 1809. Silk. London: The Victoria & Albert Museum

The silk pelisse above has a high collar with a pleated design. It shows a simple but elegant amount of the dress underneath, including the small ruffle at the cuffs.

Pelisse coat and collar of brown silk taffeta with piping and appliqué details • V & A, London

Silk pelisse with scalloped collar trimmed in piping and fabric flower motif covered buttons • early 1820s • Metropolitan Museum of Art

[edda-grenade]

who's ready for some regency shenanigans :D

we have the season and the ton, except it's hunters and hounds (who are… not Not werewolves) trying to find a bond partner to go fight the darkness

bc it has eyes, and claws, and teeth :>

saar's a hunter who looks like she should be a hound, solas is a hound who looks like he should be a hunter if not a bureaucrat, they're gonna court each other in probably v unhinged ways

the rules are different, but there are still So Many Rules bc this IS regency

also fantasy mary anning is here. she wants to study eldritch monster corpses, but to do that you need access to the combat zone, and while she has a dog, she doesn't have a hound nor is she a hunter. so saar said, not to worry, i'll get a bonded hound and then We're In

to which solas said, you're both insane

[first image is based on the portrait of jean-baptiste belley by girodet]

[grandmawitch]

[joyfulmagic]

Open Starter — Muse: Alastair — Verse: Bridgerton Open to: anyone

“I must inform you, I’m rather competitive,” Alastair informed his companion, offering a cheeky smile as he walked over to them and offered them a ball. “You try, I can guide you if need be,” he informed them with a slightly warmer smile.

Alastair had finally been accepted by the Court as a legitimate noble, his mother having been a duke’s daughter, and thus nobility in her own right even if his father was a palace guard. His eldest sister had fought for him to enter Society, wanting him to have a chance at a better life than what he’d have being seen as illegitimate.

His sister had been a favorite of the Queen’s when she’d entered Society about five years prior to Alastair coming of age to court a woman. It was why he’d been able to get into the Queen’s court — this importance his sister had in society. Her legitimacy and high rank didn’t hurt either, for she inherited her father’s title as his eldest living child and no sons to compete with.

“This…I much prefer this to the dances,” Alastair confessed with a laugh as he guided his companion in how to throw the ball. “Being outside on a sunny day has something special to it,” he added, it not frequently being of such nice weather.

[lightburnsyou]

@historiavn - cassandra.

Parties were alright with his friend by his side. His friend was witty and charming, eager to socialize and able to read the room better than anyone he knew. In every way Anakin was awkward, Ben was charismatic. He had a certain poise that reflected his status and a way with words that made everyone around him at ease.

Ben belonged. Anakin did not.

When Ben fell ill shortly after the party began and made a haste exit, Anakin was left to flounder on his own. He knew the people around him, being the third ball of the season, but no woman was eager to chat with an untitled man of a mysterious background with a bad temper. Anakin didn't want them to anyway, even if their brothers and mothers let them.

He clung to the wall by the drinks and slowly sipped the same glass he held since he arrived. He stared down at the liquid. Going home so early without reason would be rude, so he needed to let an acceptable amount of time pass. Listening to the music and watching the bubbles pop in his champagne glass kept him busy enough.

He pulled himself from his thoughts when he saw someone standing in front of him. When he met her gaze, he immediately fixed his posture.

"Miss Fatesworth," he said with a slight bow. Perhaps she didn't even want to speak to him. He was standing by the drinks.

A sneaky thought wormed its way into his mind, whispering that he hoped she had come over just to chat with him.

He became more flustered the longer he paused, eyes wide while he raced to regain his composure. "Would- Would you like some lemonade?" He offered her a quick smile.

[sioraiocht]

~ @storyofwhoiam || 🌈 for a random encounter starter - cressida @ magda ~

Magda's eyes glinted, eyes fascinated as she watched the dancers twirling around the room. There was nothing she enjoyed more than a ball. It was a chance to leave the house, an escape from the loneliness that allowed her to get lost in the beauty of the dresses and the music. It would be more enjoyable if she knew someone at the balls but she hadn't yet managed to make any acquaintances, aside from her cousin who was housing her for the season. He was rather dull though so she'd much prefer to stand alone and enjoy the desserts.

As she debated over what cake to choose, her fan knocked against a woman's hand and Magda's expression turned apologetic. "I'm terribly sorry - It seems to have a mind of its own this evening." Eyes lifted, caught unawares by how striking the woman was. "Could be worse -" Her lips lifted into a smile. "At least I didn't knock you into the cakes and ruin your beautiful dress."

[heartsdefine]

an elspeth cousland starter for @scrambling-egg!

        The party was going well enough that Elspeth felt it would do just fine without her for a while, and so she retreated from the ballroom as surreptitiously as she could manage to avoid anyone else's notice as she went. The last thing she wanted was for someone to wonder why the hostess would need time away from her own gathering.

        It would be much too hard to explain, and she did not care to try.

        So she found her way to the small library on the lower level of her family's London estate—her brother's, more than it was hers, though she helped him settle the ledgers where she could, and he gladly let her have the run of it. Elspeth closed the door softly behind her before surveying the room, and so it caught her somewhat off-guard when she turned to discover another person already there.

        “Oh! Oh, my—” Elspeth put a hand to her chest, heart already racing from her time surrounded by so many people, so many colors and sounds. “Mr. Bridgerton.” She gave a small curtsy. “Forgive me.” As with most members of the ton, she was careful to speak clearly, masking her Scottish accent just slightly with something typically considered more becoming of a young lady. “I was not expecting anyone else to be here.”

[dryadologist]

The B.ton Verse 🐝

The circumstances of Dr. Wendell Bambleby’s appearance in Mayfair are vague at best and a continual topic of discussion over tea in drawing rooms amongst the ton. Such conversations typically follow the same vein, bulleted as follows:

Dr. Bambleby is a highly-respected professor at Cambridge, though not in a highly-respectable field. Dryadology is only just beginning to be accepted as a course of study, with many universities still having qualms with its addition to the curriculum.

Little is known of Bambleby’s upbringing and no one can say for certain if he has relations of title. He is, however, clearly Irish, so one would infer… all means of things that may or may not be true. It is clear that he fits in easily with high society, between his fashionable attire, perfect manners, and easy charm.

Fans tend to flutter with extra zeal when in the presence of Dr. Bambleby. There is much debate over whether he may be considered a rake, with many accusations left unproven. However, many an eligible lady has swooned at the sight of his perfect smile or gotten lost in his eyes.

Dr. Bambleby has not made his intentions clear, yet he is rarely without an invite to a ball or gathering of the ton’s brightest. He is seemingly blind to the drama of it all, just as likely to chat up a wallflower as the season’s diamond. And chat he does…

[teamfortresstwo]

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[stromuprisahat]

The king’s sixteenth nameday was drawing near. With the realm at peace, and spring in full flower, Lord Torrhen Manderly decided that King Aegon and Queen Daenaera should make a royal progress to mark his coming of age. ... Lady Rhaena’s desire to accompany the progress on her dragon was delicately deflected, whilst her sister Baela declared that she would come along whether she was wanted or not. 

Fire and Blood (George R. R. Martin)

Rhaena: "A progress! How splendid! I could accompany you on my dragon!"

Baela: "I'm coming with you. End of discussion."

[yearnstarved]

“he sticks out like a sore thumb. we’ll find him.” 「 STARTER PROMPT FROM ( here ) — @hairlander 」

─── ⋆ "IF ALL ELSE FAILS..." Clara readjusts her hat and collar. "We'll follow sounds of his recorder, yeah?"

[wishesofeternity]

“Much has been written on the extent and effects of the Woodville influence on Edward of Westminster [Edward V], but the nature of his mother's [Elizabeth Woodville's] role has usually been overlooked, or subsumed into the general picture of her family's activities. Initially her position was probably the most prominent in his household. She was the only member of his original 1471 council not already on the king's council and her name headed the list of those appointed as administrators in Wales during Edward's minority. It was, therefore, not only with the queen's 'assent' that the council (or four of them) made their decisions, but with her 'advise and exp[re]se consent', and this included nominating the prince's officers when posts became void. The interests of many of Prince Edward's council were not primarily focused on their role in this council, so ten new members were assigned prior to the prince's departure for Ludlow in 1473, among them the queen's cousin Richard Haute and her confessor, Edward Story. Lowe has argued that of the twenty-five members of this council, only fourteen were fully active, the three principal members being the queen, Rivers, and Haute, and that of the remaining eleven, at least eight had prior connections with the Woodvilles. The queen was one of the three members to hold a key to the prince's treasury; she travelled with him to Ludlow and she, along with the prince's other councillors, appears to have been the 'driving force' behind efforts to restore peace in the area by punishing those responsible for disorders in the previous autumn. Elizabeth, 'oure Sovereigne and Liege Lady the Quene', presided over the commission to hear trials in Hereford with the infant prince until the king himself arrived."

- J.L. Laynesmith, The Last Medieval Queens: English Queenship 1445-1503

[suppenzeit]

everyone excited over all the long hair options in veilguard meanwhile im mourning over the lack of good short hair options