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new npc: madam springs, master of all-natural healing practices
#the cat witchs guild#the misc adventures of mochi and lime#madam springs#art#ocs#original#tcwg#tmaomal#semi-cryptid#all purpose healer#insane capabilities and non magic#shes NOT timeskip exclusive.#shed whack people with that stick#or push one specific pressure point and they twist up like a pretzel#another dont-mess-with-this-npc character#not as horrifying in nature as the merchant but i personally would not want to fight her#has a beef with mochis grandma
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Witchcrafter Tour Guide | Twitter
#witchcrafter madame verre#witchcrafter schmietta#witchcrafter genni#witchcrafter haine#witchcrafter#ash blossom and joyous spring#ghost belle and haunted mansion#yugioh#yugioh tcg#yu gi oh#Senjou#short
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"Jolie Madame du Printemps"
Pierre Balmain Haute Couture Collection Spring/Summer 1955.
Pierre Balmain Collection Haute Couture Printemps/Été 1955.
Photo Denis Manceaux pour Marie France 14 mars 1955.
#haute couture#pierre balmain#french designer#french style#fashion 50s#1955#mars 1955#marie france#cover#denis manceaux#printemps/été#spring/summer#jolie madame du printemps
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La Mode illustrée, no. 9, 1 mars 1896, Paris. Toilette de printemps. Modèle de chez Mme Brun-Cailleux, rue de la Victoire, 48. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney
Robe en soie à rayures roses et grises; la jupe à godets est garnie au bord inférieur de volants étroits en même soie. Le corsage-veste Louis XVI est fait à basques, avec de grands revers ondulés, recouverts en soie rose, encadrant un gilet en soie rose brodé de perles; l'ouverture du gilet est comblée par une chemisette en mousseline de soie plissée, ornée d'un jabot en dentelle. Le col Médicis très haut, découpé en dents, est recouvert en soie rose et broderie de perles; les manches, bouffantes au bord supérieur, sont garnies au bord inférieur avec de la dentelle et des boutons d'émail; le corsage est orné de boutons d'émail.
Pink and gray striped silk dress; the gored skirt is trimmed at the lower edge with narrow flounces of the same silk. The Louis XVI bodice-jacket is made with basques, with large wavy lapels, covered in pink silk, framing a pink silk waistcoat embroidered with pearls; the opening of the waistcoat is filled with a pleated silk muslin chemisette, adorned with a lace jabot. The very high, tooth-cut Medici collar is covered in pink silk and beadwork; the sleeves, puffy at the upper edge, are trimmed at the lower edge with lace and enamel buttons; the bodice is adorned with enamel buttons.
#La Mode illustrée#19th century#1890s#1896#periodical#fashion#fashion plate#cover#description#Forney#dress#spring#Louis XVI#waistcoat#jabot#collar#gigot#Modèles de chez#Madames Brun-Cailleux
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Also, es ist Frühling / Spring / Printemps / primavera
Image : Madame d’Ora (Dora Philippine Kallmus; 1881-1963)
#dora kallmus#madame d'ora#atelier d’ora#women artists#women photographers#Frühling#printemps#primavera#springtime#tree blossoms#spring fashion#dora philippine kallmus#fashion photography
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deva cassel featured on the latest women madame figaro magazine cover shoot
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Notes: Previously...
So… Yes, I do remember I have this WIP here…
I am so sorry for the delay. The muse on this work has kind of left me for a long while -which really sucks because I know exactly what I want to happen from here to the end, but…
Anyway.
Thank you so much for all the support and for all of you who had not given up on this. You’re the best.
I hope you enjoy this.
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Chapter 14
Edmund rushed into the room. “What has happened?”
“Too many things to count.” Arya grumbled.
He looked around the room and noticed that his siblings were already there, besides Davos, Brienne, Sam, and Tormund. Jon had Sansa by his side and Arya was by the door.
“One thing at the time.” Jon asked. “Is everyone here now?”
“Yes, my lord.” Davos was the one to say it.
“Close the door.” Jon asked. “Whatever is discussed here now cannot be repeated outside.”
They all agreed and Edmund -the last to come in -closed the door.
Jon turned to Sansa. “We will start with your letter.”
She nodded. “I have been communicating with Tyrion Lannister. Susan has helped me with that.” She told Jon.
“What?” Arya demanded.
“He is the Hand of the Queen.” Sansa continued, like her sister hadn’t said anything. “And he wants a peaceful solution to all of this just as much as we do.”
Of course Jon had been aware of the letters. Sansa was loyal to him, and she’d never undermine him by scheming with Tyrion behind his back. When she suggested talking to the other man, Jon told her he trusted her, but to be careful and let him know how that went.
“Tyrion hasn’t managed to convince Queen Daenyris to helps us without Jon bending the knee.” She explained the others. “However, he did manage to convince her to send us some Dragonglass as a gesture of goodwill.”
Jon stood up immediately. “He did? They will send us Dragonglass?” He couldn’t believe it.
“Yes.” Sansa confirmed. “However, it’s not going to be a lot. As I said, it is a supposed ‘gesture of goodwill’, but she still won’t fly ther dragons down here and help unless you bend the knee.”
Jon sighed. “How much Dragonglass are we talking about?”
“A few carts.”
His sigh got heavier. “When will it be here?”
“Two weeks.”
“I don’t know if we have that time.” Jon suddenly felt exhausted.
“We won’t have much more.” Lucy cut in gently. “At least, not according to your brother.”
“Bran?” Jon said, even though there wasn’t anyone else.
Lucy nodded. “He wanted to talk to me earlier. He says we have a part to play and that Narnia must help on this fight.”
“With all due respect, little lady…” Tormund coughed. “How is that going to happen? Isn’t your Narnia in another world?”
Lucy gave her siblings a look. “It is time we explain this story in greater detail.”
Peter just nodded. “Go ahead.”
For the minutes Lucy delved deep into their history with Narnia. She told the Starks everything -this time without cutting any details. She told them about the great war in their world, about the train, the wardrobe.
About Narnia.
This time she told them about the talking animals, the dancing trees and Aslan.
Edmund lowered his head when the witch was mentioned, but Peter put a hand on his shoulder. The Pevensies didn’t interrupt once, not even to add anything to what Lucy was saying. They let her tell the story of how they became rulers of Narnia.
The Starks also didn’t say a word. Jon and Sansa just listened intently to the tale, while Arya semmed like she did want to ask questions, but was waiting for the right moment.
Tormund was actually the only one making any sound as he followed the story with the interest of a child. He even called the White Witch a cunt. Twice.
When Lucy was finally done, after she told them about their coronation, a silence fell on the room.
“Lady Lucy…” Jon sighed. “You must know how that sounds.”
Her sigh was more resigned than his. “I do, Your Grace.”
Jon ran his hand down his face, then turned to Sansa. “What do you think?”
Sansa let out a strangled snort. “Honestly? I don’t know. Sure, this looks beyond insane, but… There are dragons, Jon. There are living dead soldiers made of ice. What is a talking lion in the big scheme of things at this point?”
“When you put it like that…” Arya grumbled.
“We still have one problem, my lord.” Davos called from his place. “I do not mean to doubt you, Lady Lucy, but… How exactly are they getting here?”
“I want to know that too.” Sam piped up.
“And help would be great, but we have to feed people.” Sansa pointed out. “If another army comes here, I’m not sure what we are going to do.”
“But, my lady, if I may?” Brienne spoke up, she waited for permission to carry on. “One thing cannot be denied: since they arrived the winter had mellowed out considerably.”
“We can’t say it was because of us.” Peter was fast to say. “We don’t wish to take credit for that.”
“I know.” Jon agreed. “However, Lady Brienne is right. Winters here last… This is not normal and it only started once you came in. What if the same profecy that made you save a kingdom will be enough to save another?”
“I see your point, my king.” Peter pressed, more carefully than he’d ever spoken before. “But those are dangerous hopes.”
“Which is why none of this can leave this room.” Sansa said quickly. “We cannot tell people any of that.”
“Except…” Lucy cleared her throat. “Lord Bran told me that the army or Narnia will come. So the people from the North are about to be faced with animals that can speak. And centaurs. And fauns.”
“But how are they coming?” Jon demanded. “When?”
Lucy turned to Susan. “You need to call them.”
It took Susan only a second to understand what her sister was suggesting. “The horn?”
“Yes.” Lucy confirmed. “It will bring help, always. This is the help we need.”
“What about the horn?” Jon wanted to know.
“It is magical. It will bring help to whoever needs it.” Susan explained.
“Oh the Seven.” Arya groaned. “More magic?”
“Can’t you change faces?” Edmund asked the young Stark, and she just glared at him.
“Are you suggesting that if you blown that horn, we will have an army here?” Jon wanted to know.
“I am not.” Susan shook her head. “I am just saying that this is what the horn is supposed to do. Bring help.”
“Lord Bran said that she needs to do it.” Lucy cut in. “He said that she’d do it, and we’d have an army from Narnia.”
“I thought he couldn’t predict the future.” Arya turned to Sansa.
“He says it’s not predicting the future.” Sansa sighed. “He can see multiple possibilities. It doesn’t mean they’ll come to fruition.”
Arya scoffed. “How convenient.”
“My lord.” Peter took a step forward, looking at Jon. “At this point, what do we have to lose? If Susan blows the horn and nothing happens, we keep preparing the way we were before. You will receive your Dragonglass. Nobody needs to know about this.”
Jon’s head fell forward. “I can’t believe I’m even considering this.”
“Fuck’s sake, Snow.” Tormund called. “Dragons, army of the dead. What difference does a horn make?”
When someone put it like that… “Fine.” Jon sighed. “Blow the horn.”
They all turned to Susan with expectant expressions, like she was about to do a magic trick.
Ever since Jon had given them their things back, Susan had kept the horn by her side at all times. It was as if somewhere in the back of her mind she’d known this was coming.
She pulled the horn from her belt and took a deep breath in.
“Please…” She thought in her own head. “Please, we need you.”
Susan put the horn to her lips and blew it, the sound echoing through the keep.
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Nothing happened.
The day ended and the night became quiet.
They didn’t want to feel disappointed, but Jon was tired of the hopelessness.
Lucy didn’t seem defeated by the lack of immediate answer, and her siblings quietly agreed with her.
Jon went to sleep, feeling more tired than ever.
He was awoken by frantic knocks on his door hours later.
“Your Grace! There’s an army! An army!”
Jon grabbed his sword and ran out of the bedroom, desperate. The army of the dead couldn’t be there, not yet!
As he reached the ramparts, he found Lucy, Bran and Meera there. It was such a shocking sight, he’d stopped short. “What…”
“Look!” Lucy pointed at the horizon, where the sun would come out only hours later.
He could see the lines of soldiers, the torches in their hands.
It wasn’t the army of the dead.
Was that a…
“Aslan.” Lucy murmured, emotion clogging her voice.
“The Narnians are here.” Bran declared.
***
Notes: I think it’s important to notice that it has always been my plan for the Narnians to come and save the day. I just wasn’t sure when they’d come.
And then it occurred to me that if they appeared dramatically the day before the battle it’d look cooler, but it also would be weird as hell for the people of the North. So they came early.
Let me know your feelings!
#madame baggio#crackship#crossover#gifs not mine#crossover pairings#game of thrones#the chronicles of narnia#sansa stark#susan pevensie#jon snow#jon snow x susan pevensie#peter pevensie x sansa stark#the spring that thaws winter#posted on ao3
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On February 17, 1904, Giacomo Puccini premiered what is now considered one of the greatest operas of all time at the renowned La Scala opera house in Milan: Madama Butterfly. Interestingly, while Puccini felt throughout his life that it was among his best works, his first version of Madama Butterfly was famously a fiasco; he revised and re-premiered on May 28th of that year with the version we know and love today. On the anniversary of the work’s release, 115 years later, CR remembers the tragic origins of Madama Butterfly and how it influenced one of the most storied Parisian fashion houses of all time.
Based on the short story “Madam Butterfly” by John Luther Long, the subsequent play it inspired by David Belasco, and, arguably, the novel Madame Chrysanthème byPierre Loti, Puccini’s Madama Butterfly follows the story of the cavalier Benjamin Franklin Pinkerton, a U.S. naval officer stationed in Japan, who marries a former geisha, Cio-Cio San. He obtains a 999-year lease on a house in Nagasaki harbor and places her there, able to end both the lease and the marriage with a month’s notice. Shortly after they wed, Pinkerton abandons Cio-Cio San, only to return three years later with an American wife. When Cio-Cio San learns Pinkerton wants to take the son he fathered with her back to America, Cio-Cio San ends her life. It is a heart-wrenching tale of love and betrayal that has inspired countless art forms since its premieres in 1904, like plays (including M. Butterfly by David Henry Hwang, which comments on the gender and racial inequities in the original story), film, and, of course, fashion...
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#delphinium#rosa mundi#'madame isaac periere' rose 'president de see' rose#sweet peas#spring flowers#constance spry
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Female View
Modefotografinnen von dem Moderne bis zum Digitaken Zeitalter
Women Fashion Photographers from Modernity to the Digital Age
Edited by Antje-Britt Mählmann for the Kunsthalle St. Annen, text(s) by Nadine Barth, Antje-Britt Mählmann, Eugenie Shinkle, Monika Frank, Diana Weis
Hatje Cantz, Berlin 2022, 192 pages, 120 images, hardcover, German, 17 x 23.50 cm, ISBN 978-3-7757-5232-9
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Female View focuses on women's fashion photography. Although this medium has been shaped by female photographers for decades, a large number of publications or exhibitions have focused primarily on the male view of the female body. Numerous fashion photographers worked for influential magazines such as Harper's Bazar or Vogue and thus shaped the style of their time. Using exemplary positions, this book traces the change in the photographic image from the 1940s to the present day: from the fashion magazine to the exhibition space and the coffee table book to video staging and digital self-staging in social media today.
Works by: Lillian Bassman, Sibylle Bergemann, Louise Dahl-Wolfe, Madame d'Ora, GABO, Ingeborg Hoppe, Nadine Ijewere, Liv Liberg, Ute Mahler, Charlotte March, Lee Miller, Sarah Moon, Amber Pinkerton, Elizaveta Porodina, Regina Relang, Bettina Rheims, Charlotte Rohrbach, Alice Springs (June Newton), Deborah Turbeville, Ellen von Unwerth and Yva.
Kunsthalle St. Annen - The Lübeck Museums 20.3.-3.7.2022
Moyland Castle, Bedburg-Hau 9/24/2022 – 1/15/2023
15/11/22
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#Femal View#women fashion photographers#fashion exhibition catalog#Kunsthalle St.Annen 2022#Lee Miller#Yva#Madame d'Ora#Regina Relang#Louise Dahl-Wolfe#Lillian Bassman#Alice Spring#Sarah Moon#Bettina Rheims#Ellen von Unwerth#Deborah Turbeville#fashion books#fashionbooksmilano
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updated TCWG relationship chart (pre-timeskip)
#the cat witchs guild#the misc adventures of mochi and lime#tcwg#tmaomal#mochi#lime#coco#oscar#pom#tiramisu#ikasumi#lady magg-lynn#taffy#amanita verna#sulluvan#the merchant#madam springs#art#ocs#original#relationship chart#i havent made one in a while so i threw it together#i spent the longest time trying to decide on limes arrow to mochi#but i think thats pretty fair#pre timeskip hes struggling to achknowledge what his heart wants#meanwhile mochi quietly in love with him#these are actually fun to make but.....so many arrows....#the npc block is the funniest to me#they all just fucking hate each other
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“Songbird vs Rattlesnake” from Hadestown, but its Grian vs Cleo 👀
#madam zombiecleo as ruler of the dead and avian grian as a spirit of spring hmmmmmmmmmmm#thinky thoughts#rayala rambles
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"Jolie Madame du Printemps"
Pierre Balmain Haute Couture Collection Spring/Summer 1955.
Diana Jones wears a fitted white woolen frock coat.
Pierre Balmain Collection Haute Couture Printemps/Été 1955.
Diana Jones porte une redingote cintrée en lainage blanc.
Photo Philippe Pottier
#haute couture#french designer#french style#pierre balmain#fashion 50s#1955#spring/summer#printemps/été#diana jones#philippe pottier#wool coat#manteau en laine#jolie madame du printemps
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Me: Why is it so cold in the office?
Boss: Oh, I left the window open on Friday because I thought it would get stuffy over the weekend
Me: …
#Boss you and I live in a severely continental climate#The chance of snow and frost in the spring after a week of thaw is higher than you think#madam says
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La Mode illustrée, no. 6, 7 février 1897, Paris. Robe de printemps pour jeune femme. Modèle de chez Mmes Coussinet-Piret, rue Richer, 43. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney
Cette robe est faite en lainage fin gris sable; la jupe assez large est ornée devant, des deux côtés de trois pattes pointues en large galon de laine. Le corsage plat derrière, froncé devant, est garni devant en forme de veste courte avec des morceaux dé coupés en deux pattes, bordés de galons et ornés de beaux boutons. Le corsage est entouré d'une haute ceinture en satin plissé, ornée d'une boucle sur le côté; on le complète par un col droit, auquel se rattachent de petites pattes de drap ornées de galons. Les manches assez étroites, sont garnies au bord inférieur de pattes en galon, au bord supérieur, d'épaulettes coupées en carré et ornées de galons.
Petit chapeau rond, garni de soie plissée, orné d'une plume de coq et d'une touffe de fleurs.
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This dress is made of fine sand gray wool; the fairly wide skirt is adorned in front, on both sides, with three pointed legs in wide wool braid. The flat bodice behind, gathered in front, is trimmed in front in the form of a short jacket with cut pieces cut into two legs, edged with braid and adorned with beautiful buttons. The bodice is surrounded by a high pleated satin belt, adorned with a buckle on the side; it is completed with a straight collar, to which are attached small cloth tabs adorned with braid. The fairly narrow sleeves are trimmed at the lower edge with braided tabs, at the upper edge with square-cut epaulettes decorated with braid.
Small round hat, lined with pleated silk, adorned with a rooster feather and a tuft of flowers.
#La Mode illustrée#19th century#1890s#1897#periodical#fashion#fashion plate#description#Forney#dress#spring#gigot#bodice#braided#epaulettes#Modèles de chez#Madames Coussinet-Piret
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