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shuusagi · 8 months

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One Month (part 1 of/?)

Hi I wanted to create a Brahms x reader that has a reader with a fairly dark/intense past where Brahms could sympathize with (also angst *eyebrow wiggle*). I got tired of the goody goody Nannies so it's time for a crude, odd and lowkey perverted one. She's a slasher fan too 👀 Brahms decides to make a game of their encounter, and the reader slowly warms up to this cat and mouse chase. Definitely a bit of a self insert. Obviously lol.

Warnings: I re-read these but I'm not the best at writing so it may show. dubcon, somnophilia, sexual assault (past, Brahms could NEVER), abusive ex, scars (none self harm), blood.

Down the gravel road, all you could see were trees and other sorts of foliage all masked with the colours of Autumn. You make a sidenote on how this area would be perfect for a killer. Maybe a British Jason Voorhees, you giggle to yourself. It was a rainy morning, clouds grey and the landscape aromatic with petricor. Winds howl in the distance, a shiver runs down your back at the thought of how chilly it must be outside. But you didnt mind, if anything you felt at home with this kind of weather, warming up to a fireplace with a nice book sounds pleasant right about now.

"We're almost at the Heelshire's ma'am." Your taxi driver broke you out of your daydream, as he stepped outside to unlock the iron gate. You let out a yawn and stretch, feeling your back muscles release from the tension that had built up. Ah, that feels so much better.

Slowly you come up to an old looking mansion, burgundy and grey with its brick siding. It looked... huge. Maybe it won't be so bad here, but then again anything is better than Canada right now. You groan as hundreds of flashbacks come and go in the blink of an eye. Let's not start.

You thank the taxi driver and give him an extra 10, stepping out into the cold breeze of the Autumn air, you are finally able to take everything in. The house was giant. Rough brick and mortar covered the outside, the doors were hidden behind a giant archway, deep within held two dark brown doors. Classy. The windows were plentiful. But I guess not much shine would show in this type of weather. The house was surrounded in pine and maple trees, a smattering of green, red and yellow creating a whimsical look to everything. The air smelt fresh, you inhale deeply as the cold air fills your lungs.

You quickly walk up towards the steps, feeling the rain chilling your bunnyhug sweater and ripped jeans. Before you could even knock, Mrs. Heelshire welcomes you in. She pauses and looks you up and down, a small sort of grimace at your appearance. Your face grows red and you lift your left arm to rub behind your head.

"Hi it's... nice to meet you Mrs. Heelshire.." Your tone wavered as she eyed you up.

She was a smaller woman, with fluffy grey-silver hair. She was dressed in a lovely red button up shirt with a plaid skirt. Her voice was dainty and proper.

"Not what I expected at all, come in before you catch a cold Miss. (l/n)."

You walk through a corridor, up the stairs to meet Mr. Heelshire. The stairs were a deep mahogany, stylized to the proper century it was built in- 1890. You look over at the old styled portraits, wondering if they were family from long ago.

You turn the corner, face to face with Mr. Heelshire. He was a slightly short man- well in comparison to you. You were 5'6", slightly thick with long (h/c) locks. Mr. Heelshire wore a fancy grey-black suit, it fit him perfectly. You shook Mr. Heelshires hand, and he moves to introduce you to Brahms. Only thing was, HE was a doll. A. Fricking. Doll. You stood there awestruck. "This is Brahms Miss. (L/n)."

You snickered. Then quickly realize their distasteful frowns, and stand yourself upright and clear your throat. "Uh- good morning, its nice to meet you... Brahms." You grab his porcelain hand and shake it gently. It was smooth and cool to the touch.

Mrs. Heelshire leads you out of the room, down the hall into his bedroom. You trip on the long rug in the corridor. "You will wake Brahms up and dress him every day at 7 am." You nod, following her once more. "He is to have learning time for 3 hours, 5 days a week." She turns to you, once more you nod. "Read him poems, and be sure to announciate your words loudly. and. carefully." She punctuates her last words. You nod. She clears her throat. "Y-yes. Ma'am." You fumble on your words.

"Now then, let's have dinner!"

Brahms pov:

He watches as you take your first steps inside the mansion. You were damp from head to toe, wearing a grey sweatshirt and ripped pants. He observed your careful steps, noticing how you tried to take off your brown boots. You looked like a dream, something that could only be thought up by an angel itself. You were a tiny bit chubby and he wondered how it would feel to hold you, snuggle up close to your tummy. Long, (h/c) hair that went down your back almost to your hips. You had a slightly noticeable scar down your left eye, a faded pink and thin. He pondered at how you could've gotten it. Surely no one would want to hurt his new plaything?

He followed as you walked down the corridor to meet his father, the way you walked was so hypnotic. Slightly clumsy but also confident, an odd mixture for sure.

His belly did flips when he saw you smile at the doll. Wow, the way it sparkled like in every romance novel he's ever been told. The way you held the dolls hand, so gentle yet firm. You were certainly an enigma to him. He wondered what it would be like to hold your hand in his large ones.

Y/N

After dinner Mr. Heelshire showed you around the yard. "There's a pest problem.. but its more so that Mrs. Heelshire worries they'll get in the walls." He scratches his head feeling awkward.

"You know, it wasn't always like this." He says, "but what Mrs. Heelshire wants she gets." He chuckled.

He picks up a trap, you open up the garbage bag and watch as he tosses the dead rat in.

"I hope you do enjoy your stay, and I hope this isn't too tedious for you." You could tell he was the more laid back one.

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You walk Mr. And Mrs. Heelshire leave the yard, waving to them. You turn around and sigh, a loud "fuck" spills from your mouth. God it was so hard to be proper and perfect. Or as close to perfect as you could be. You clean up a bit and toss Brahms on the bed. Meh, they can't see him anyway so what's the point. You turn in and get ready for bed.

#brahms heelsire x reader #brahms x reader #slasher x reader #brahms the boy #the boy 2016 #again: pls be nice if you dont have anything nice to say then dont 😭#i am open to constructive criticism though #and more friends who u can gush to abt brahms 👀#brahms heelshire #brahms heelshire x reader

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readyforthegarden · 1 year

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Eternal - Part Seven

A vampire!gvf multi-part dark romance AU (Josh Kiszka x reader, GVF x reader)

Warnings: 18+ Only Minors DNI. Mentions of blood, death, vampirism.

WC: 2721

AN: I know, I know, two chapters without smut, I get it!!! I promise next chapter your wishes will be fulfilled, I'm giving you backstory, lore, building you up!! It's all worth the wait, I promise! Also I'm giving yet another shoutout to @joshsindigostreak bc the lore in this chapter is one of the first ideas I had and she hyped me up and helped me expand it, and found the PERFECT reference art on her pinterest and I love her she's amazing and the best!!

You ended up staring at the wall for a few hours. Somewhere in the room, a clock dutifully ticked the time by, but you didn’t care to look for it, to see how little or long you’d been disassociating. Jameson had settled in your embrace after a while, softly purring against your chest. His tawny fur had lines drawn through it, where your fingers dragged through it in an attempt to self-soothe.

“What did I get us into, Jamesy?” you whispered. The cat opened his ice blue eyes, blinking up at you before stretching out his front paws with a soft trill. You gently scratched his forehead, just between his eyes before sitting up. There was no way you were sleeping after everything that had happened. Not without help, at least. Slipping your shoes back on, you crept towards the door, peeking out into the hallway and slipping through once you saw the coast was clear. Surely Danny was somewhere, and he had to have a tylenol pm, a melatonin, something.

As you stepped down the hallway, you took your time to take in your surrounds. Old, patina’d paintings lined the walls. While you weren’t in the slightest an art expert, some of them looked like the could be the original works themselves. One you stopped to look at. It was three young men, cards on a table in front of them. One man had his back turned to the painter, cards hidden in his hand behind his back as the one across from him debated his move, their friend trying guide him.

“This was based on my brothers and I.” you jumped out of your skin, turning to Josh who was standing stoically next to you, taking in the portrait. “Caravaggio was brilliant. I have Judith and Holofernes down the hallway as well. Beautifully violent. But this one is called The Card Sharps.”

“Card sharps, huh?” you looked at Josh out of the corner of your eye. Josh rolled his eyes at you, before pointing one of this long fingers towards the painting.

“The one in yellow is based on Samuel, our youngest brother.” Josh informed you. “The other playing cards is Jacob. And the one trying to tell him Samuel is cheating is me.”

“Samuel does seem to have a knack for pressing your guys’ buttons.” you hummed. “I’ve only known him a few hours and even I can see that.”

“He’s only gotten more precise over the years.” Josh agreed with you. “Can’t sleep?” you shook your head. “Come with me.” Josh began to move before pausing, extending his hand to you. “Please.” you took his hand, letting him guide you down the hall. The room he led you to was familiar, and you realized it was the bedroom you’d woken up in a few weeks ago. In your rush to get dressed and leave that morning, you hadn’t noticed the small bookshelf or writing desk against the far wall. His bed was neatly made, save for the indent of where his body was, an old book resting next to it.

“So this is your bedroom?” you asked softly, stuffing your hands in your front pockets. Josh nodded, gesturing to the bed, and you took a seat at the foot of it. Josh moved to his desk, leaning against it and watching you take in the dimly lit room, a theme you were finding throughout the home.

“You’re surprised I don’t sleep in a coffin?” his eyes danced with laughter he refused to let out, only letting his lips curl slightly.

“Not at all,” you replied, a light chuckle on your voice, looking back to the bed. “What book were you reading?”

“It’s an old one, called Utopia.” Josh answered. You gasped, picking up the tome and holding the old bindings in your hands.

“Shut up! That’s a real book?!” you gingerly looked through the pages.

“Of course it’s real, why wouldn’t it be?”

“I really had no idea, there’s this movie, called Ever After,” you looked up at him, eyes wide with awe. “it’s like a retelling of Cinderella, and in the beginning, her father gives her this book after being away for a long time. He goes away again and on his way he has a heart attack, and it’s all she has left of him as her stepmother and step sisters take over the house. There’s this horrible scene where the actual mean stepsister throws it in a fire, it’s…it’s absolutely devastating.” Josh watched the journey on your face as you relived the movie in your mind. He cleared his throat, gesturing to the book.

“You may have that,” Josh told you his face softening as he spoke. “If you wish.”

“I-Thank you.” you smiled. The act felt strange, a real smile not having crossed your face in a few days. “Maybe you should hold onto it for me, though.” you held out the book out to him. Josh stared at it a moment, before carefully taking it from your hands. “I’m not always as careful as I should be with things like that, I wouldn’t want to ruin it by accident. Plus you weren’t finished with it.”

“I’ve read it many times,” Josh replied quickly, as if trying to be rid of the book he still held towards you.

“Then you should have no problem reading it to me.” he faltered, understanding that the book was now not just an apology from him for the situation, but an olive branch between the both of you. Setting the book on the dresser near him, he spoke;

“Do you mind if I change for bed?”

“We’ve seen each other naked, Josh.” you deadpanned. “I don’t mind.” Josh sniffed at your reply, but opened a drawer of the dresser all the same, pulling out some clothes. The silence between you grew, and you stared at a still life painting as something clawed at you. Josh picked up on your anxiety, glancing over to you again.

“You seem to have a question on your tongue, love.” Josh undid the buttons of his shirt as he stood by the dresser, you still sitting on the edge of his bed. “Ask.”

“How did…how did you become vampires?” you asked quietly. Josh’s hands left their task unfinished, stopped halfway down his shirt, leaving his chest exposed. You took his pausing for offense, and immediately apologized. “I’m sorry if that was rude to ask.”

“You’re a curious one.” Josh gave you a small smile. “I was turned by Jacob. And I turned Samuel. Jacob’s story is more interesting. When we were still humans, our family ran merchant ships across the ocean. Spice trades, and so on. On one particular voyage, our dear Jacob found himself caught in the call of a siren’s song.”

“A siren?” your brows furrowed, and internally you were begging that other than vampires, there were no more mythical creatures out there in the world.

“Yes, they’re like a mermaid that sing out to the sailors on ships, luring them to their death as their ships turn in search of them, and run ground amongst jagged rocks hidden under the oceans surface.” Josh explained. “Those, I’m sad to say, are not real. Mermaids would be a hell of a creature to see, though.”

“So, it wasn’t a siren, then?”

“Her name is Nerine.” Josh sighed, as if the memory was tiresome to expound upon. Perhaps it was, thinking back to what started their lives as creatures of the night. “She’s one of the oldest vampires I’ve ever known of. She has…a twisted sense of humor. Nerine would pose as a siren in those days, luring foolish mortals in with her song. It’s how she would feed and stay clandestine. Jacob and his men were unlucky enough to fall for her song.

“She killed his men and spared my brother. I have no idea as to why, and when I’ve asked, he hasn’t given the slightest inclination he knows. But every so often, he leaves town and comes back smelling like he’s bathed in nothing but salt water and kelp.”

“She spared him because she fell in love with him.” you murmured, causing Josh to scoff with a laugh that echoed in the quiet room.

“Love hardly had anything to do with it. Rarely does with our kind.” he rolled his eyes at your inane notion. “Lust, more likely. The fact that Jacob knew his way around a maiden or two could’ve been the factor. Nevertheless, she spared him, but turned him. He came back, and when he told me, I wanted the gift he was bestowed, and he turned me, and then young Samuel. We’ve never looked back.”

You sat quietly with the story, feeling as if Josh had left some details out with how quickly he wrapped the story up in a neat bow. You weren’t going to push him now, though, at least regarding himself and his brothers.

“You call me love, and your love,” you began quietly, feeling his eyes hone in on you as paused, waiting for your next words cautiously.

“A pet name.” Josh simply sniffed, continuing to undress. His shirt was fully unbuttoned now and pulled from his pants, the buckle and top button of his pants undone.

“A pet name indicates some form of fondness.” you retorted back, studying him as he stiffened at your callout. Josh regarded you carefully, stepping towards you slowly. He bent himself at the waist when he was in front of you, looking directly into your eyes.

“I will not imply that there is not a fondness between the two of us.” he murmured softly, eyes dancing over the rosy skin of your cheeks as a blush crept its way from your chest and up your neck. The proximity of his face to yours was overwhelming and you swallowed roughly. “But if you feel you are mistaking my fondness for your blood and flesh as love, I will be more than happy to end your suffering.” it took every ounce of your energy to shake your head, even the near indiscernible amount you did. “I must rest. I’m sure Daniel is awake by now, you can go find him and start your day.” you nodded, standing up quickly and brushing past him, closing his bedroom door behind you with a soft click.

“You look flushed, pet.” your head snapped around, seeing Sam walking down the hall, presumably to his bedroom, giving you a smirk as he graced you with his own name for you. “Have some blood to spare?”

“Mm, I don’t, but I think there’s a squirrel or two you could go feed on outside.” you shot him a look as he laughed, turning the doorknob in front of him.

“The scared little kitten has some claws.” Sam raised an appraising eyebrow, his lips pursed in amusement. “I wonder if she bites, too.” he tossed you a wink. Instead of replying, you rolled your eyes and turned your back on him, walking towards the staircase. Once you were sure he was in his room and wouldn’t give chase, you rushed down the steps, eager to get as far away from the bloodsuckers as possible.

“Hey, where’s the fire?” you nearly shrieked when you ran into Danny, colliding with his solid, broad chest. His hands came down to rest on your upper arms, holding you as you jumped back, and studying your face. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m just…”

“Not used to living with the constant threat of death hanging over your head?” you nodded and breathed out a light laugh. “If it’s any reassurance, if any of them wanted you dead, you would be already.”

“I’m sure one day, that will make me feel much better.” you gave Danny a shaky smile. “Is there any coffee?”

“We could make some.” he nodded. “The sun will be up in about thirty minutes.”

“Good.” you sighed. “I never thought I’d be so happy to see a sunrise in my life.” you followed Danny down the hallway, entering a large kitchen. The spacious countertops were a bright, white marble, a stark contrast to the rest of the home. It looked stage, like a house redone and for sale, with a stand mixer in the one corner, cookbooks resting against it, a french press near the stove, and a few canisters for cooking and baking ingredients. Danny went around the large, square island in the middle of the room, opening a low cupboard as he crouched and rustled a few things around.

“They prefer the french press, but it’s too annoying for myself.” Danny explained, pulling an keurig from the cabinet. “Jake would kill me if he saw this, says it’s a mockery to coffee. I however, don’t care as long as I get to drink some and wake up.”

“That’s fine with me.” you complied, leaning against one of the counters and rubbing your hands over your tired face. “Is there cream and sugar?”

“I keep a little on hand.” Danny smiled at you, plugging in the machine. “I have regular cream, and some vanilla, I think. Sam drained me out of hazelnut the other day, I’m going to have to go to the store and get some…”

“I could go with you.” you offered. Danny’s smile faltered slightly as he took a pack of single-use coffee pods out of the drawer in front of him.

“I would love the company, but I don’t think you’re allowed to leave, remember?” you sighed at his answer, nodding. Danny watched your face fall, and set the box on the counter, coming closer to you. “If it were up to me, I’d take you. I don’t think you’re in any danger during the day. But I also don’t want to take the risk and you get hurt.”

“Yeah, no I get it.” you nodded again, forcing a smile. Danny reached up, but froze, he looked like he was going to say something, touch your face, but decided against it, turning and starting to make the coffee. “Where are the mugs?” Danny pointed to a cupboard by your head, and you turned, picking out two plain white ceramic mugs and bringing them over.

You both waited in silence for the water to heat, the hissing sound of it pulling through the tubes in the machine filling the gap. As soon as the first drops of coffee started sputtering from the spout, you inhaled deeply. The scent was always comforting, the warmth already spreading through your bones as you thought of the first sip. Danny gently slid the first cup to you, going to the large, stainless steel fridge and taking out two bottles of cream. You opted for the vanilla, thanking him quietly and pouring it into the mug, being sure to leave room for the sugar Danny was handing you a spoon to scoop, nudging the canister towards you.

The two of you drank your coffee in quiet for a bit, before Danny spoke again.

“I could use some help when I get back, though.” he mentioned. “If you don’t mind, that is.”

“What else do I have to do around here but mope?” you deadpanned, giving him a look.

“Right,” Danny chuckled. “Well, I typically have some household chores I have to do. I’d be able to get more done with some extra hands.”

“I’ll help.” you took a long sip of coffee, watching Danny’s smile reach his eyes. “I’ll do everything but scrub toilets.”

“Got it,” Danny laughed. He drained the rest of his coffee and moved to the sink, rinsing out his mug and setting it in the basin. “You can start with hiding the coffee maker again and washing the mugs when you’re done.”

“I’m on it.” you gave the tall man a salute. Danny moved towards the doorway, turning back to you with a crooked smirk.

“After that, you might wanna go and try to take a nap, we’ve got a lot of work to do.”

“A nap after I drank coffee?” you scoffed.

“I gave you decaf.” Danny winked at you, and you felt your cheeks redden, though you weren’t sure whether it was at his flirtatious smile or annoyance at the fact he gave you a less potent coffee.

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thatchronicfeeling · 7 months

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It has come to my attention that it's Period Drama Appreciation Week 2023. I love period dramas and grew up watching them. They have been a formative part of my life and I'm now too disabled to watch video. Even gifs are too difficult for my brain to process. It is also Bi Visibility Week and I'm posting this on Bisexual Visibility Day. Since I can't safely post a pile of gifs, here is a list celebrating actors/characters/moments from period dramas that have been significant to my bisexuality. [Yes, this is a big list. I am missing out on watching and re-watching A Lot of awesome period dramas and I hate it. This list is helping me reclaim a bit of joy. Also I've probably forgotten some favourites and may update this.]

Lori Petty in A League of Their Own

Jodhi May in any period drama

Mary Wickes in any period drama

Freddy Honeychurch in A Room with a View

Anne Hathaway playing cricket in that rust-coloured dress in Becoming Jane

Esther Summerson (disabled heroine!) & Allan Woodcourt in Bleak House

the freshly-painted yellow cabin door swinging shut with the names 'Calam & Katie' painted on it in Calamity Jane

the sequence where Doris Day sings 'Secret Love' in Calamity Jane

Michelle in Derry Girls (and James too, a wee bit)

George Eliot & Lenore in Edgar Allan Poe's Murder Mystery Dinner Party

the moment where Emma and Mr Knightley start dancing together and it feels like you're inside the music in Emma

Polly Waker's haircut in The Enchanted April

Matthias Schoenaerts in Far From the Madding Crowd

Idgie & Ruth in Fried Green Tomatoes

Suranne Jones in Gentleman Jack

recognising Marian Lister as a bisexual who hasn't realised it yet in Gentleman Jack

Mary Agnes McNue in Godless

Bel & Freddie in The Hour

June Allyson leaping over a hedge (or is it a fence?) as Jo March in Little Women

the Patricia Rozema adaptation of Mansfield Park

the whole sequence where Judy Garland strides onto the neighbours' porch to sock The Boy Next Door in the jaw in Meet Me in St Louis

Katie the cook in Meet Me in St Louis

the moment where Benedick braces his arm against a doorframe in a desperate panic to stop Beatrice from going to eat Claudio's heart in the marketplace in Much Ado About Nothing

Denzel Washington in Much Ado About Nothing

Mr Thornton's hands (ok, and also his face) in North & South

tomboy Doris Day in On Moonlight Bay

Valentine in Parade's End

all of Portrait of a Lady on Fire

Papi in Pose

Lizzy Bennet declaring that she would never marry someone she did not love in Pride & Prejudice

Mr Darcy diving into a pond in Pride & Prejudice

both Angel and Joanne in Rent (the 2008 broadway version)

Martha the maid in The Secret Garden

Lelia Walker in Self-Made

swashbuckling Margaret Dashwood in Sense & Sensibility

the dance sequences in Seven Brides for Seven Brothers

the whole Thomas Kent situation in Shakespeare in Love

Maria (when she is not a nun) in The Sound of Music

Kitty Butler onstage in Tipping the Velvet

Annie and Janette and Jacques and Linh in Treme

Audra McDonald and Anne Hathaway and Raúl Esparza in that promotional photo for Twelfth Night

Julie Andrews and her male co-star singing a version of 'Home on the Range' with the line 'and the deer and the antelope are gay' in Victor/Victoria

Justine Waddell in Wives & Daughters

#perioddramaweek2023 #bi visibility week #bisexual visibility day #bi visibility day

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k00292537 · 19 days

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Project : Portrait

Week : 19th March - 22nd March

Self - Portrait

I painted a back-facing portrait of myself using acrylic paints.

I used a neutral colour palette for this painting, with black, white, yellow, brown and blue tones. I made the background black to illuminate my pale figure, and to emphasise the shine on the accessories.

Below is my photograph reference.

To take the photo I used a flash, to capture my shadow on the wall and to highlight the silver jewellery. There was also motion to the camera, creating a blurred effect.

For the image, I wanted to document myself for my clothes and accessories. Showing how the way I dress can inform personality and identity, rather than my facial features and body.

#art student #lsad #artwork #portraiture #self portrait #acrylic painting #figure painting #painting #clothing #accessories #gothic

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pagansphinx · 9 months

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Emma Sandys • 1841 – 1877

British Pre-Raphaelite painter

Like many talented women painters, there's not much known about Emma Sandys. Her brother, Frederick Sandys (1829-1904), was a well known member of the Pre-raphaelite Brotherhood. Emma's style can be said to have been influenced by her brother.

Though she didn't achieve the level of success her brother enjoyed, she exhibited her works in both London and Norwich between the years 1867 and 1874. Several of Emma Sandy's paintings were incorrectly attributed to her brother Frederick.

Emma died at the age of 36 from a "lung complaint".

Rosabelle • 1865

Elaine • 1862-65 • Oil on Panel • Norwich, Wightwick Manor, UK

Mary Emma Jones • 1874 • Oil on board • Private collection

Viola • c.1865–1877 • Walker Art Museum - Liverpool, England

Portrait Study of a Lady in a Yellow Dress • 1870 (Possibly a self-portrait)

A Young Female Musician • 1864 • Private collection

A Lady Holding a Rose • c.1870–1873 • Private collection

Source: artuk.org

A Medieval Beauty

A Medieval Beauty • c. 1875 • Unknown location

#emma sandys #pre raphaelism #fine art #art #painting #british art #19thcenturyart #pre raphaelie sisterhood #art history #british artist #women painters #paintings of women #frederick sandys

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zeldaelmo · 2 years

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Hi Zelmo! First, congratulation for the 500 followers you deserve more and you works is sooo neat! Also thank you for invited me to this wholesome zink community! For the request may i ask the "rumor" trope (i love something cliche at this age hhe) zelink? For the rating it's up to you 😊😏, I'm looking forward for your works!

Hi @between-star! The compliments go right back to you! I know you were thinking more of a 'getting caught' situation, but since TotK will bring back Link's turtleneck, I wrote something a little different. 😆 Many thanks @silentprincess17 for grammar/word count suggestions!

Chasing bugs (and rumors)

Zelda tilted her slate, trying to capture the yellow beetle on the birch’s bark.

Plop!

Wasn't that… the cork of a bottle? But why would he…? Her finger hovered over the self-portrait button. Link was behaving a little odd today.

The image on the screen switched. There, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand — definitely an elixir. Whatever for? It was a tranquil day in Hyrule Field with no monsters in sight. He usually gave her one first, anyway. What did he need? Swiftness, speed, or endurance?

His figure on the screen drew closer, and she hastily switched back.

"Oh, a Rugged Rhino Beetle!" He stepped up behind her, looking over her shoulder. Chilly elixir. And not hers. She used Cold Darner, but this smelled more like Winterwing Butterfly. "Did you get a good picture? We still need this one for the compendium, right?"

She hummed, examining through the corner of her eye how he fingered his collar.

"Want me to catch it? Might be easier." Without waiting for her answer, he crouched and sneaked closer to the tree. Absently, he rubbed his nape, the strands of his hair sticking together with sweat.

Suddenly, it hit her. The turtleneck! He needed the elixir because it was a warm autumn day and he was dressed for the cold! A white collar flashed out from under his Champion's Tunic. The last two days, it had been dark blue. But why would he…?

Coy smiles flickered before her inner eye, lingering touches from the noble ladies, and countless suggestive winks. Oh, she was so naive. She had dismissed the juicy stories about him, always helping him out when his eyes grew desperate, but of course, one day he would give in to a pretty face.

Her throat went dry. A pretty face, dragging her lips across the delicate skin on the neck of her knight, digging her teeth in to leave a mark that needed to be hidden.

"What's her name?" she asked, voice unsteady.

His hands stopped mid-air and he dipped an amused frown towards her. "Aryll?"

"Not your sister." She fiddled with the slate. "Your… girl. The one who gave you the hickeys." His chuckle was a hail of arrows, but she pressed on. "Under your turtleneck."

Grinning, he pointed his pinky towards her. "Is that what you're hiding under your collar?"

What?! "No!" The audacity! "You're the one with women fainting at your boots. It's only logical…"

"And you're the one with songs written about your 'plush lips'."

"That's different."

He came close —very close— and opened his hands, the beetle lazily crawling over his palm. "I swore my life to you, have you already forgotten, Princess?"

"Not your heart," she murmured towards the slate, words tripping. "Why the turtleneck then?"

Shrugging casually, he walked away, breathed into his cupped hands, and the beetle took off. "Someone once told me it suits me," he called over his shoulder.

Zelda blinked at his back.

That someone, was she.

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In the immediate aftermath of Prince Philip’s death, Vice Admiral Sir Tony Johnstone-Burt, the cheery Master of the Household, told me: ‘My principal duty with HM has been to keep her spirits up — so I’ve been watching Line of Duty with her . . . I’m “the Explainer”! It’s very funny.’

The 95-year-old widow of Windsor laughed as she struggled to understand the convoluted plotting and sometimes incomprehensible dialogue in the popular ‘police procedural’ television series.

She enjoyed watching television, she told me: ‘It keeps me in touch — when I can understand what’s being said. There’s an awful lot of mumbling on television now. It’s not my hearing. They just don’t seem to speak as clearly as they used to do.’

Her grieving was private, but in public the Queen was determined to carry on as normal. ‘Life goes on,’ she said. ‘It has to.’

That first summer after Philip’s death, she chose to dress — as she herself put it — ‘as cheerfully as possible.’ With the help of Angela Kelly, she opted for yellow and pink and powder blue, in summery dresses with pretty floral designs.

For six months following Prince Philip’s death, the Queen did so much, so purposefully and with such a determination not to give way to any form of self-pity (which, she said, ‘My husband would certainly not have approved of’), that she probably did too much.

In the autumn of 2021, she had a sudden ‘energy low’. She felt exhausted. Her doctors ordered her to ‘rest a bit, not to push herself so much, to take it easy.’

— Elizabeth: An Intimate Portrait by Gyles Brandreth

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Queer artists 06/30 - Tove Jansson

Finnish author and artist Tove Jansson is best known for creating Moomins (as pictured top left). Although much of her work was whimsical and fantastical, Tove’s Moomins first appeared in anti-fascist cartoons in the late 1930s when she worked for the magazine Garm, persisting despite censorship and Finland’s alliance with Nazi Germany.

Tove also based many characters in her Moomin stories on real people. Thingumy and Bob (pictured below), for example, were inspired by Tove herself, and her partner Vivica Bandler. Tove and Vivica had a short, but very intense relationship - Thingumy and Bob are similarly inseparable, always holding hands and speaking in their own secret language.

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[Image descriptions: Moomin, a white, hippo-like creature, talking to Stinky, a black, furry creature, in a field of flowers at night. Moomin says, “Hullo Stinky, don’t disturb me, I’m collecting herbs under the new moon.” Stinky responds, “Aren’t you ever going to fit yourself into a modern community!”; self-portrait of Tove Jansson, a blonde woman in a yellow jacket and red shirt; Thingumy and Bob, two cartoon figures with long noses and spiky hair, both wearing long dresses and black heeled boots, one is wearing a pointed hat, they are looking at a round object on the ground]

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batsabat · 1 year

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(three full-body self portraits of the artist. he is light-skinned and has a short brown mullet with grown-out green bangs. in the first, his hair is down and he wears a large black shirt, black soccer shorts, and yellow socks, and stands holding a stuffed animal chicken smiling at the camera somewhat absently. in the second, his hair is in pigtails and he curtsies in a black dress and the same yellow socks. in the last, his hair is in a single ponytail and he wears the yellow socks, blue jeans, a green skirt over the jeans, a black sweatshirt, and a brown cardigan over the sweatshirt. he leans on an invisible object with the other hand on his hip and looks to the side, annoyed.)

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I'm very curious about what Adrian's art is like and what his style would eventually settle into. Gonna talk about a bunch of aesthetic stuff that I have very little actual knowledge about, but I think it's fun to consider it.

The man is old, old money, literally aristocratic, so you expect certain artistic sensibilities of him. But when Sydney describe his taste it always seems interestingly dissonant to me. It makes me wonder about both of them.

His fashion sense is more standard, it's simple and is usually compared favorably to other people by Sydney, who has pretty conservative taste. Although it's a bit more daring then people who don't care it's still not outlandish, as you see in Sonya's wedding, where he's wearing blue instead of plain black but looks very normal compared to Abe. He's trendy, and sometimes dressed inappropriately for the occasion but not accidentally

But his taste in decor seems to be downright kitsch, it's kind of delightful. Sydney claims his sofa really clashes with the yellow he picked for his walls. While his choice in second hand furniture and his happiness with it might have more to do with his financial limitations and his joy in actually having some autonomy, making his own choices and doing this adult thing by himself (I believe he describes his place in court as a glorified dorm), I doubt the paint would have been more expensive in a different color, he chose that one.

Yellow is also the color of Sydney's aura, which is part of it, but he probably wasn't consciously thinking of that so early on, and there were probably more muted options. From Sydney's perspective his decor seems to be an affront to good taste, but also something she's immediately fond of because it shows his personality so clearly. In the golden lily she says both drive away the shadows (of the bad memories in the apartment, of her own troubles).

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Again, Sydney has pretty conservative taste, but Eddie is usually the representative of normality and he seems to agree that it's all a bit much. He also thinks a similar color on the Ivashkinator is ugly. Meanwhile Sydney likes it because it's the historic original color, and Adrian likes it because it matches his walls (and Sydney's aura, perhaps more consciously this time). I love it when Sydney and Adrian arrive at the same place through different routes.

Finally, the actual art he makes. It's very early on and he's still exploring his style. He makes a lot of different things for his first homework (nerd) and when he's supposed to make a self-portrait he ends up gluing together parts of very different pieces which he wasn't satisfied with.

There's a lot of very abstract stuff, and Sydney teases him about some of it but she's clearly fascinated by his art and loves a lot of it. Some of it expresses his emotions in a very direct way, some of it gets sloppy when he's drunk. It can be very earnest or very pretentious, probably normal in a young artist.

But this post was actually prompted by a post about how people who paint "badass pictures of skeletons with fire and motorcycles" should get more credit, and Adrian definitely appreciates them. He has more high minded stuff, but he's also here for the Van Wizard School of Art. The skeleton pirate biker was an absurd thing he came up with while desperately reaching for stuff to say, but he made it into a shirt and actually wore it.

He also does some more surrealist things, we see a painting of a building which gets smashed during his fight with Marcus. Surrealism matches his themes in a very obvious way considering how important dream walking and delusions are in his arc. Something inspired by the dream world and the subconscious mind would be directly linked to that.

I know nothing about art, but I really love looking at stuff by Hilma af Klint and Remedios Varo, and I wonder what he'd think of them.

Hilma did abstract that was very inspired by the spiritual world with beautiful vibrant colors that seem cheerful to me.

Remedios did some amazing surrealist work, which I find somber, strange and striking.

Okay, I'm done now

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