#scheele's green or

[blistexenthusiast]

19th century microscope plates

[charmingdisaster]

Charming Disaster - Paris Green

A song inspired by poisons, pigments, and painting. 

Paris Green was a crystalline form of arsenic invented in the 19th century, widely used in rural areas as an insecticide and rodenticide (and the cause of many deaths by poison during that period due to its easy accessibility). The chemical compound also produced a brilliant green color that was used as a pigment in fabric dyes, paints, and wallpapers (all, it turned out, highly toxic). Paris Green's name evokes another pigment color related to poison: Prussian Blue, a compound produced when iron salts are added to a tissue sample containing cyanide in post-mortem examinations—which is also used as a paint pigment. 

Recommending reading: 

Wisconsin Death Trip by Michael Lesy: a book of photographs and text fragments, largely newspaper clippings, that together create a chilling account of life in rural Wisconsin the late 19th century: murder, suicide, arson, violence, religious mania, darkness, obsession, contagion. https://bookshop.org/p/books/wisconsin-death-trip-michael-lesy/10756193?ean=9780826321930

The Poisoner's Handbook by Deborah Blum: the thrilling history of forensic medicine in Prohibition-era New York City. https://bookshop.org/p/books/the-poisoner-s-handbook-murder-and-the-birth-of-forensic-medicine-in-jazz-age-new-york-deborah-blum/16656190?ean=9780143118824

Bitten by Witch Fever: Wallpaper and Arsenic in the Victorian Home by Lucinda Hawksley: a catalog of arsenic-dyed textiles and wallpapers, with accompanying accounts of madness and toxicity. https://www.lucindahawksley.com/books/bitten-by-witch-fever/

More recommended reading: https://bookshop.org/shop/charmingdisaster

[age-of-moonknight]

Marvel Meow (Vol. 1/2021).

Writer and Artist: Nao Fuji

[gritsandbrits]

I'm trying something here

[claired3lune]

Listen, listen, LISTEN. I know it was deadly bc of the arsenic, but the Victorians were so right for being obsessed with Scheele’s green

[blueingenuefics]

bruh i literally need to be taken to the seaside for my health deadass

[its-all-down-hill]

[biarritzzz]

[phoenixdown-and-fairydust]

So I'm stationed at the historical dress up at the museum, and I found this adorable dress while helping some girls get dressed. I remembered I have a king sized duvet cover I thrifted that's a very similar pinstripe fabric, but in a green very close to Paris green. Originally I was going to make a tea dress for my arsenic dress, but I might go with something like this instead. I might also try to tint it more yellow because I prefer Scheele's Green to Paris, but either way I'd be in for a horrible death.

[magicshadowshow]

I completely understand the Scheele’s green craze. I too would die for the right shade of green.

[cynthicaster]

Tag what you choose and reblog for sample size!

[reportwire]

When the Walls Were Painted With Poison

When the Walls Were Painted With Poison

It was a verdant, ferny hue — hint of forest, flash of emerald — a vegetal contrast to the foggy mists and factory-smudged skies of England at the pitch of the Industrial Revolution. The color — Scheele’s Green, named for the Swedish chemist who invented it in 1778 — was everywhere in Victorian England, from the walls of Buckingham Palace to the factories where child laborers painted the leaves…

[flailingwingsart]

“I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.”  

Just a rough sketch of Lucy and Mina to loosen up. Designs lifted (especially with Mina) from @marghen. They really got in one with that! Yes, Lucy is wearing Scheele’s green. No I’m not taking questions about it.

[muccegai]

Little Miss Scheele's Green

She is a businesswoman who knows how to have fun.

[elderberries-and-honey]

The Baudelaire family returned to Ireland the next day, only this time, they never had to worry about leaving.

Their new home had been abandoned years prior to them purchasing it and had been left vacant for quite some time after the previous family had fled those lands that had once been filled with such rich history. Overtime, the stories had been forgotten, perhaps almost purposely by those that occupied the neighborhood nowadays, existing only as children's fables or as myth.

One thing they did know though was that the land used to be a vegetable farm, quite a successful one too, and Lawrence intended to make it profitable once more. Already, the farm boys were put to work planting rows of cabbage, carrots and most notably, potatoes.

Hours of labor had gone into restoring the house to what it had once been before the family arrived and at last, it was returned to its original state of elegance. The perfectly laid brick was covered by thick ivy, and the grounds were surrounded by beautifully vibrant flowers, lush green plants, and tall, brilliant marble statues.

It all seemed like something out of a storybook rather than real life.

The travel horses pushed forward through the gates, and all any of them could do was gawk, unable to believe they were truly going to live here. Even the children, fussy and tired from such long travels, sensed the exhilaration from the adults and had begun to perk up with curiosity.

Ozzy, who rode with Beth in her carriage, stared up at the house in wonder, as though his little mind was trying to comprehend such a big change. "This is our new home, my little dove. We're going to live here now!" Beth whispered to the seemingly awestruck toddler next to her.

"Wooooow!" He exclaimed almost breathlessly, and though it was unclear if he actually understood what it all truly meant, Beth laughed in response, happily agreeing that 'wooow' was right.

Most of their belongings arrived before The Baudelaires, already unpacked and put away thanks to a moving crew hired on by Lawrence. In addition, he had also taken it upon himself to hire various help, like maids, gardeners, cooks, and even a personal chef, and as Lawrence stepped out of the carriage and onto the stone pavement, he could see one of their footmen waiting patiently to greet them at the door.

"Well, hello there, Baudelaires!" He called out from the porch enthusiastically.

Lawrence waved a quick hello before holding out his arms to take Atticus. "That's Mr. O'Bannon. He worked for the family that lived here previously." He explained once Winifred had situated herself.

They joined Beth and Ozzy next, and walked hurriedly up the front steps while Mr. O'Bannon welcomed them home.

Winifred audibly gasped as she entered inside, her eyes growing wide in amazement at everything around her, and once everyone had stepped through the front door, they understood her reaction at once.

After they had filed in one by one, Mr. O'Bannon offered a tour of the house and they happily accepted. He informed them of the origins of their new furniture, boasting about the craftsmanship of the Irish workers and the prestigious color schemes of the wallpapering, most notably, the newly popular Scheels green in the parlor and the dining room.

The new decor was so complimentary of the things they had brought from home, they were almost unrecognizable sitting amongst such fine things, almost as if they were new items themselves.

They had only made it through the first two floors before Atticus started falling asleep in his mother's arms, while Ozzy began to grow rather antsy. Winifred excused herself to rock with Atticus for a while and Beth, wanting to avoid a tantrum, decided to take Ozzy outside to get a better look at the water fountain out front. Which left Lawrence to finish off the tour with Mr. O'Bannon.

However, Mr. O'Bannon dismissed himself as well, needing to check how the luncheon was coming along and confirm the table was being set correctly. Lawrence didn't mind all that much, if anything, he was relieved to see how serious his staff seemed to take their jobs.

And so, just like that, everyone was off in different directions, making themselves right at home.

Lawrence, who now found himself alone, fancied himself a celebratory smoke out on the balcony. There, he smoked cigarette after cigarette while he watched over the farm hands below, reflecting how just months prior, he would have been down there in the dirt just like them. But, tilling soil and yanking weeds were a thing of the past, and someday soon, nothing but a distant memory.

Now, all there was left to do was assimilate to this new way of life.

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[mr-cactis]

my human design for Pent is changing every time because I'm not satisfied (+ these drawings are from before I saw the ending)

Some thoughts below the line

I still don't have a fully formulated backstory for Sir Pentious, but I have a few ideas

In this post, some of them:

The name I gave Sir Pentious was Hugo Jones. (Hugo: Meaning "mind", "heart", "spirit", "thinker", "intelligent")

Jones: Meaning "God is full of grace", "graced by God" or "God's grace and mercy" and "God forgives").

The surname being Jones is a reference to the fact that Pentious is redeemed at the end, I think it would look cool hahah

Annie MacGrver is Pentious' former romantic interest. Colin MacGrver is her son from an old relationship (a one-night stand).

(Annie: Meaning "full of grace", "gracious")

Colin: Meaning "victorious", "the one who wins with the people", "the one who leads the people to victory" or "young dog, puppy".

MacGyver Means "son of the gift", "my son is a gift").

Annie dies of poisoning from Scheele's green pigment (Toxic, because of Arsenic) just a few years after Colin's birth

Pentious ends up taking care of him as her own son.

I have a few more thoughts, but that's enough for this post

*This blog does not support Viv! 🏴‍☠️