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✶⋆.˚ Hi, I'm Sal :) ˚.⋆✶ they/them
@pearlearings.bsky.social
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born in 1786 | turned in 1805 | UTC +2 | draws sometimes | barely active on here

Miscellaneous Tangets: https://www.tumblr.com/sadyouthwithpearlearings

The Devil's Rib: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Youth_with_pearl_earings
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Does her skin tone look ok?
A young black woman in a head wrap and some clothing I copied off of a 18th century painting of a Mulatto woman.
December 27, 2025 at 11:16 AM
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#wip #ao3 Sometimes I question my tags on ao3 but then I write smt like this and accept that past me was right all along:
Fragement of a play: Mrs Lofthouse "Perhaps a bit of both, I cannot say The fever lessened while you were away Yet my right side has only grown more sore. But you yourself, I haven’t seen a sober man before Return in such a crude, disheveled state So late.” Mr Umpleby approaches her. Mrs Lofthouse inspects his neck. Mrs Lofthouse “What is that mark upon your skin?” Mr Umpleby (taking off his hat to reveal the cap) “I met Sykes at an inn (To keep the favour).” Mrs Lofthouse (impertinantly) “How long must one traverse Those wide and winding roads To come to eating footmens’ toads?” A pause. “How was it on the tongue?” Mr Umpleby “Pleasant enough, he’s young. Sweet are the meats That for yourself you have supplied.” Mrs Lofthouse “He was the flatterer, not I! ‘Twas not a sweet I had the urge to try.” She laughs and re-adjusts his rather disheveled cap.
December 22, 2025 at 10:48 PM
pearlearings.bsky.social
Anyways I'm mostly on tumblr but here's so funart of my friend's ocs:
Eleonore is sat on hair, as she is comforted by her 3 ladies-in-waiting. The scene takes places in a dark room (persumably her bed chamber). A french-style garden basking in warm afternoon light. A young man dressed in 18th century attire (and of slightly round proportions) is walking along one of its paths. His his experssion seem tense: Perhaps he is deep in thought? Regardless, I think it would be best not to vex him. In the background, an faint outline of a palace can be seen. A sketch book page with a drawing of a tan, dark-haired woman. She is dressed in yellow a 1730s style gown and has a blue fur-trimmed cape loosely draped over her shoulders. The empty page-space if filled with little stylised leaves and lilies. In the corner of the page there's text saying "Eleonore (sorry for your husband being gay)"
October 26, 2025 at 9:27 AM
pearlearings.bsky.social
If you see this, QTP with food to show where you grew up 😋
(kinda cheating, but here goes:)
A photo of "leniwe pierogi" or "linyvi varenyky"
September 10, 2025 at 7:31 PM
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#WritingPrompt
Apparently, I've only used the word "white" twice so far...
A fragment from a play, which reads as follows: Mrs Lofthouse turns red. Sukey watches her carefully. Mrs Lofthouse: “O you should think it strange, But whilst I took my rest I fell asleep And woken by the light that seeped Through sprawling branches of an ancient fig, I found myself reclining in a bed of twigs. The air was still but for the chirping of the lark And soured by a pungent dread. I soon sensed on my side a mark Which festered and which bled. And all in vain, I cried in pain Onto the hills and dales For every sound the sky’d rebound And send to me again. So I did waste in my despair Two hours and half Scarcely aware that my poor tree, whose verdant bower shielded me grew on some vagrant’s path. My saviour was a most ghastly fellow: His teeth were white and his eyes were yellow, His face and great-coat smeared with soot, He at eight feet before me stood And studied carefully my wound (When I in his embrace did swoon) And graced my temple with a gentle touch, And cured me by as much. But you, who from the fields of Fortune glean, Can surely find some meaning in this dream. ”
September 4, 2025 at 7:30 PM
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Play/Book Mrs Lofthouse - tastefully nude. This is an old one, but she's too pretty to be confined to my sketch book.
A plumpish blonde with a vaguely ancient greek inspired updo stand looking to the side. She is covering herself with green cloth - a part of her buttocks and her right nipple are exposed.
September 1, 2025 at 4:08 PM