#thorel

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Hildegard Thorell - Sigrid Lindberg, violinist (1900)

#women painters #hildegard thorell #swedish art #portrait #1900s

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Hildegard Thorell Model with Mirror 1899

#hildegard thorell

[yan-wo]

Jim Thorell

#Jim Thorell

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#Hildegard Thorell - Model with Mirror (1899)

[cctinsleybaxter]

New (old) type of guy

#animalia #science is real #tord tamerlan teodor thorell #history

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“Escalier de la Galerie des Cerfs au Palais Ducal de Nancy" de Jean-Joseph Thorelle (1838) présenté dans les collections permanentes du Musée des Beaux-Arts de Nancy, juillet 2022.

#expos #peinture #escalier #Thorelle #Nancy

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Just making sure the puck reaches its destination.

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#e. thorell #🇸🇪 #hc sparta praha #extraliga cz #goals #gifs

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Check out Ryan Thorell Red Sky Dlx All Port Orford Cedar Archtop

#archtops #Thorell archtop #port orford cedar #jazz #jazz guitar #Thorell guitars

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digital ink comm round 2 done! for @trucbiduleschouettes, Alis, Sygdom, A. MG, @bakugames , F. Thorell, and Grumo.

With this round I've gotten to a decent place buffer-wise and with lunar new year prep, thank you very much to everyone who's commissioned me so far! I want to figure out something for the global strike however, so I won't be reopening digital ink comms until after this week. please stay tuned for that!

#bakuspecial #commission art #honestly my idea is straight up just aping the cartoonist coop's model. since I'm not with them yet #but yeah that will basically be how it works. but I'll limit the available type of art so I can actually finish all of it. and I'll stream #I just need to make the assets and write the post. and organize stuff #thank you once again to everyone who commissioned! cannot overstate how honored I am to be trusted with ur little guys #even if just for this one time. I hope ur having a good day wherever u are #have a good night! I wont be going to bed yet. but I will be enjoying myself. I take a hammer to it

[drhoz]

#2001 - Artoria sp.

Photo by Patrick Wake.

A genus of small wolf spiders widespread throughout south-east Asia and found in all states and territories of Australia.

Originally described in 1877 by Tamerlan Thorell, although for a while some of the species were in the genera Artoriella and Trabeola. However, in 2002, Volker Framenau reviewed the genera and grouped them together again.

These spiders are somewhat sexually dimorphic, with males slightly smaller than females and often more distinctly coloured. Males may also have modifications of the first pair of legs or pedipalp ornamentations used during courtship.

#artoria #lycosidae #wolf spider #spider #australian spider #cooleenup island

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Hildegard Thorell - Portrait of Sigrid Lindberg (1890)

#women painters #Hildegard Thorell #swedish art #portrait #Sigrid Lindberg #1890s

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Bombalurina performer of the day: Charlotta Thorell

Hamburg - 04/1986

Hamburg - 04/1987

#cats the musical #bombalurina #bomba of the day

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Jim Thorell

#Jim Thorell

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Jim Thorell

[anechomirrored]

Prompt: "Do you recognize this?"

Fandom: Darkest Dungeon

Rating: G

Warning: mild body horror

he rain continued its assult on the dilapidated Hamlet. My boots had soaked through over an hour ago but there was much to be done in light of our recent expeditions.

We needed more able minds and bodies, Dismas and the others were steadfast but the ruins were taking a toll on them.

Caunter had returned broken. She jumped at every sound and would cry out suddenly much to the distress of the others. Reynauld tried to comfort her but it was clear she needed sanctuary.

They all did in one form or another.

Approaching the stagecoach, I was pleased to see word had traveled. Four souls had lined up upon my arrival for inspection. I greeted them and studied each in their own turn.

A barbarian, a grave robber, an antiquarian and....

I stopped in front of the fourth. He was a man in his thirties though his condition could have him mistaken for much older. Hunched,balding and without proper clothes. He instead wore an entaglement of chains. A prisoner? A beggar?

No.

An A had been ruthlessly branded into the side of his head. He trembled a bit though I could see he was trying his best to stay at attention as the others had.

I asked him his name.

It was Machault.

Until now he had kept his hands concealed under a ragged cloak that hung from his shoulders. A pitiful defense against the elements.

His veins pulsed with a greenish ichor.

" You've traveled far and from experience, I know the journey here is unkind." I searched each face as I spoke, "Please come into the tavern. We will take a meal together and discuss your potential employment. Order what you wish. There is gold enough in my pockets for your satiation."

Beer, whiskey, bread, meat and cheese. Plates and pints were placed before each of them and like starved hounds they devoured it all greedily. I made my rounds, stopping to speak with each of them. Unlike the last coach full these were souls I could hire more readily.

Neot was fierce, powerful and blunt. She was finishing her fourth beer as we agreed on her wages.

Pithou had the appearance of a scarecrow with her flat topped hat and straw blond hair but a few words with her and I knew she would rival Dismas.

Good fortune thus far.

It was the last two I was unsure of.

I started with the antiquarian. Thorel was a woman after my own heart. She too was a young budding academic though her taste for the occult ran much deeper than mine. Like with Canaigres, I could see both the benefit of her intrests and the risk. Still our conversation revealed she was well tempered and took percautions when delving into such arts. I accepted her offer to join up but before we parted she spoke again.

"Machault, I spent most of the journey here speaking with him. He, his affliction is....off putting but please consider him just as you have the others. He has much to offer and I believe that this call to a purpose is what he truly needs." She drained her pint and unsteadily made her way to the door.

Machault.

He was in a corner keeping out of sight. I approached the table withe two more pints and a well rounded plate. His first plate was spotless, as he had left not a single crumb behind. I offered the second plate and a pint as I sat down acoss from him and after a hesitant acceptance he hungrily began eating once more though with more composure so as to be polite. I took the other pewter flagon and drank deeply. The questions I was about to ask were no small thing.

" How does this work?" I asked.

Machault did not dismiss my question dispite its rudimentary delivery. He finished swallowing and looked at his hands before him on the table.

"Do you recognize this? What it means?" He asked.

"In part."I watched him nodding.

He turned his hands over studying them as if deciphering the map his veins carved beneath his flesh.

"Though I may not appear so, I am strong. I can fight for you as a man or as...as a...with this." He once again let the putrid veins become visable under his skin.

Canaigres would be all over this man. The Occultist certainly would ask more specifically and openly about Machault's condition than I.

"You can do that on command? When you fight with that?" I gestured to his hands which were once again Ichorless and human.

"Can you control it? Or will it control you?" That was the main thing I needed to know if he was indiscriminate then I'd have him back on the stagecoach immediately.

He paused in thought, then looked up at me. His eyes were black pools, the irises and whites devoured.

" I do not have interest in harming your hirlings D'Esperer. Both the man and beast agree, it is the evil and the twisted beings we wish to kill." His voice was lower more resinous.

My mouth was agape dispite my desperate reach for composure.

"W-well, I...." I wanted to look away but those eyes held me.

" Your family is used to the creatures better left forgotten." Rumbled the new voice, "Besides Thorel I think you may be only one who hasn't screamed at my introduction." With this, Machault abruptly put his head down breaking our locked gaze.

When he looked back he was shaking slightly and his eyes were human and remorseful once more.

"Forgive me My Lady." His voice was once again soft with a light wheeze at the end of some of his syllables.

The change didn't help the fact that my mouth was still open so like any good adventurer would, I placed my flagon to it and to one of the deepest draughts of my life.

Machault continued as I did so.

" In order to gain your trust I thought it best to let you hear it from both of us, though upon reflection you may have taken it better if I'd answered first." By this time I had found my tongue at the bottom of the pint.

" So there are two seperate beings then yes?" My horror, fascination and need to know for business were tumbling over one another for priority.

"Well, not exactly mum, you see I know what is going on in both forms. I...I am always Machault... its just the nature of my...other side... is a bit primordial, if you will. Instinctual impulses and less care for human politics but as you heard from that side and as I am telling you now. I am not interested in disturbing the peace of the world anymore than I already do...but if I am to be what I am then I want to do some good in this world." Partway through his affirmation he had subconciously put a hand to the brand on his head.

Its meaning was not commonly known but anyone who'd studied eldritch lore knew of the experiments carried out by thosewho felt their pursuits were above morality. Those...as I had recently learned like my Grandfather.

"The house behind this tavern has been turned into our current barracks. Bottom floor is mostly communal quarters:kitchen, messhall, living area. Considering your condition... might I suggest you take the room on the left of the entryway. It's simple but distanced from the others. I have a feeling you may perfer that." His expression had gone from solomn, to surprised and now was accompanied by short and eager nods.

"Ye-Yes Miss! I mean- M' Lady, I.. I -" I held up a hand.

" If you lose control, even once I will dismiss you. Is that clear?" He verbally agreed in an unsettling mingling of the two voices and part of me shuddered inside.

I finished discussing his terms and wages and left him to a third meal on the house. I kept my steps steady.

The beast smells your fear but admires your courage. That voice again...his voice.

I left the bar and sought out Dismas and Reynauld.

#fictober23 #darkest dungeon #abomination darkest dungeon #abomination #the heiress

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First Flight by Karen Thorell