#1920+

[omaticwriting]

art dumps from Twitter 3/? -Stuff I've made with fandoms I liked

HELLO! Time for another round of me dumping my art from Twitter and explaining stuff. I'll be honest, this was one I was very hesitant to do, but I'd be a bit of a disservice so let's get this over with and I hope you enjoy

This one was if my OC's were residents in the world of SAD-ist's animation, kuneho. I'll be honest seeing it again made me smile and watch the animation again.

This one was actual OC's set in that world, I had no name for them, however, I remembered their dynamic was of "you keep a monster with you since it seems friendly to you".

This was my attempt at drawing William Mason's armor, I'm surprised how well it turned out.

This was from a time I was bored and I wondered what some of my characters looked in clothes of series I enjoyed at the time, for Willa it was Anne while another, Eric was one of the submas bros, blame @far-from-official for introducing me to that area of the poke-fandom.

This holds a special place in my heart, During my more active time in the MW fandom, I made up an au where Michael was a detective and a demon hunter, I think I have a few of my fics floating around ao3 (you won't find them with mine though, this was when I didn't have any account there).

This was from a time when I still liked FnF, granted I still do, but it's more of an empty husk of what it used to be.

another thing MW related, but this was a crossover with my story group beacon, I even made a fic on this but it's been on hiatus for a while, might continue it once I start group beacon proper.

These two were both connected for a time, the bottom one was my Roblox avatar (with A LOT of creative liberties) and another being an OC for a game I used to play called "kaiju paradise", their name was "Roon" I believe they were a Hazzy(?). When thinking of my stories, primarily group, I had an idea where the two were close friends, and it was my first time making a character with animal features and drawing fur. It's safe to say I'm proud of how it turned out.

Anyway, expect more in the future.

#art #moving here from twitter #1920+ #iron harvest #miasworld #amphibia #submas #roblox oc #roblox #hello fandoms I have never made any effort to be made know #I exist ig #fnf #Kuneho #kaiju paradise

[art8code]

Jakub Rozalski ArtStation

#Digital 2D #Concept Art #Science Fiction #MECH #concept art #concept #illustration #1920+ #1920 #scythe #Game Art #atmosphere

[mabusepl]

Jakub Różalski - 1920+

#jakub rozalski #scythe #iron harvest #1920+ #Jakub Różalski #Inne Nieba #Inne Światy #SON

[alyssadotmp3]

Before The Leaves Fall - Chapter One

Quick Note from me: im writing a romance story in the alternate history of of 1920+ its really cool check out 1920+ and also check out my writing they're both cool enjoy (also the countries have funny names for some reason dont ask)

Chapter One - Calm Before

A deafening crack rang out across the forest. A gentle, soft, tumbling followed, which was in turn met with two pairs of rushing footsteps. A fawn, its eyes still wide open and gazing to the sky above, lay on the ground, red smeared cleanly across its brown and white hide. A hunter’s knife slid from its sheath as two knelt beside the body. A soft voice spread through the springtime leaves. “My, It looks so… innocent, and young, and… was it necessary you killed it, Autumn?”

“Would you rather go hungry?”

“I could eat you.”

“Oh my god Lisa, you’ve made this joke five times these past two weeks already!” Autumn turned a shade of red akin to that of her hair and the blood across her hands. “It was hot the first time, funny the second, but after the third? Older than the food you leave out for the mice, despite how many times I tell you they are a genuine vermin threat and not ‘adorable rotund little specimens’”.

“Okay, I get it, I’ll help you prepare the deer.”

The two worked in silence for some time, bundling up the fawn’s limbs to carry it back to their small home in the mountains. The necklace with a cross Lisa always wore jingled slightly as they walked, breaking up the quiet. “Lisa, you got blood on your hair.”

“Hm?”

“It's not blond anymore, it’s like mine now.”

They shared a brief laugh, and arrived at their cottage in due time. The two began to skin the fawn, and prepare it for market. “Y’know,” Autumn spoke over their work, “I hear rumors of Saxony going to war again soon”.

“Again? No, they, ah, they wouldn’t, not so soon after the last.”

“Perhaps not. Either way, I ought to teach you how to shoot eventually.”

“Anyways, why all do you bring it up? Do you intend to enlist?” Lisa joked halfheartedly.

“Yeah”

The work continued for a few short minutes until Lisa burst out, “Wait wait, hold on, you can’t just join the army! They, ah, wouldn’t let you in, would they?”

“I can disguise myself pretty well. I suppose this washboard chest I detested will finally be doing me a favor”.

Bereft of an apt response, Lisa continued to prepare her portion of the deer in silence. When at last the work was done, she gathered everything they intended to sell and made for the cabin door. Autumn called out after her, “ Where are you going? It’s my day to take the hunt to the market.”

“I’ll do it for you today,” came the reply.

“I thought you hated selling our catch - you’ve never been the talking to people type. What’s happening?”

The response was a heavy sigh, followed by a few moment’s silence. “I-”, Lisa struggled to find the words, finally raising her voice. “I can’t have you enlisting in the army, Autumn. If something were to happen to you, I… well…” She trailed off, her words lost.

“I’m not one to complain about a day off, I suppose. I’ll see you in half an hour!” Autumn bid Lisa farewell, sending her off down the winding mountain trail. 

Lisa set off at a brisk pace down the trail, gazing at the nature around her with as much awe as she had when she first moved out of the city. There were no sounds save for the trickling of a river and the crunch of a dry trail. The wildlife was completely silent, as usual. As the forest grew thinner and the town grew nearer, a voice could begin to be heard. It was grainy and unclean, speaking in an assertive tone. Lisa stopped just outside the town to listen in. “Rusviets on the… Polania, starving…” the voice called, barely intelligible. Were they talking politics? It could very well have something to do with the rumors of war. Slipping closer, she made out a few more words from above the whisper of static, “... The Kaiser… war … April seventeenth,”. 

It was true. She hastily sold the day’s catch, not bothering to haggle for prices, and bought their essentials in a similar hurry. She rushed back to the cabin, fearing that Autumn would slip out without her. Leaves gently nipped at her face, doing little to slow her rush. The forest roused around her, panicked yet pretty birdsong filling the sky. A root grabbed at her ankle. Lisa was sent earthwards, tumbling along the dry, sharp path. A rock swept across her cheek, slicing it cleanly. She fell from the path and into a small gully, and from there into the almost empty river. Blood flowed slowly from the cut on her cheek, only just reddening the nearest water. She laid in the shallow water for several moments more, all silent once more in the forest. However, the stillness was soon broken once more by a voice calling her name. “Li~sa! Where have you gone off to?” It was Autumn’s voice, only now it had lost its usual carelessness. Weakly, Lisa spoke. “Over here,” she called, “care to join me? The water’s nice and cool this time of year.”

“Ah, there you are!” The panic quickly eroded from Autumn’s voice, and she grasped at Lisa’s cut cheek. “My my, what’s happened? I can’t have more blood on you, now can I?” Ignoring her offer, Autumn pulled Lisa from the creek, and took her by the hand. When they arrived at their home, Autumn rummaged around for bandages within her medicine cabinet. Upon finding them, she quickly bandaged up Lisa’s cut, as slight as it was. Being cared for by her lover, Lisa’s cheek remained red. “So, why were you in such a hurry to get back?”

The colour fled with all haste from her cheeks

Lisa struggled to find her voice. Starting and then stopping again several times, her lips finally loosened enough to speak. “The rumors,” she muttered quietly, “were… were true. Saxony will be at war again on the seventeenth,” She spoke as if not wanting to believe the words she said.

Autumn was silent for several minutes. She stood from treating Lisa, mind reeling, and turned towards the window. “Just a week, huh? I suppose I’d best teach you quickly.”

“S-so you’re… joining the army?”

“Yep”

Lisa went silent as Autumn had done just moments before. The tense silence was broken by footsteps across carpet, and then the wrapping of arms about fabric. The two still did not speak, though. Eventually, Lisa’s whisper rose above the quiet. “I… don’t want you to go, Autumn. I know I said this before, but I couldn’t stand to be without you for even a season. If I were to lose you forever… I couldn’t live with myself, letting you leave for war,”

“Don’t worry so much, Lisa. I’ll be perfectly fine.”

“It’s war, Autumn. People don’t go there to come back to loved ones. They go there to die. I lived near the border, before I moved out here with you. When the great war began, I-”

Lisa began to stutter, losing herself. “I… lost family to the war. I still have a gap in my heart where they should be.”

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know. So when you met me two years ago…”

“I was fleeing my old city. It was…”

Lisa could not finish her sentence, the scars left by the war now clear. She collapsed onto Autumn, a few tears streaming gently down her face. Autumn placed a reassuring hand on her forehead, running it through golden silky hair. It was a pure and soothing moment, one they savored for longer than intended. “Lisa, you have me now,” Autumn reassured her, “I’m here for you,”. 

Golden silk parted between hands that were weathered yet graceful, and Lisa drifted from Autumn’s arms after a brief time of peace. She held the cross that was around her neck, the last thing she had of her family serving as a bittersweet reminder of what she lost. Upon catching a glimpse of their old clock Lisa quickly pivoted, remarking “It’s getting a bit late, I’ll prepare dinner. What should I make?”.

“Don’t worry yourself with it, you already sold our hunt and got yourself hurt on the way back. Hmm, what to make though… How about we go out tonight?”

Lisa agreed, and the two spent a pleasant spring evening at a local tavern. As they ate, the sunlight left the world, the moon’s dim glow and pale shine of the stars taking its place.

#before the leaves fall #1920+ #wlw #lesbian #sapphic #writing #romance #wlw romance #im bad at writing #please have mercy #this is technically fanfic and im not sure how to feel about that

[dinothedemonkiller]

It's depressing the #1920+ tag is just adverstiments from streamers and YouTubers who are playing the game. Like I want to see art and people talking about how much they love it, not what Hellion Gaming Squad 123 has to say about nothing with the same copy and pasted message.

#1920+ #Like the only thing that isnt links is a lesbian fanfic thats really good #more of that please #just hellsite things

[weirdlandtv]

FLAPPER FANNY SAYS, by American cartoonist, Ethel Hays (1892-1989).

#ethel hays #art #cartoons #flapper #flappers #roaring twenties #1920s #1930s #cartoon art #vintage #art deco

[sedgewick-gayble]

1920s tumblr simulator

🎞 noirsuatoir Follow

Private detectives useless as hell all I do is sit behind a desk dramatically lit in black and white stripes by my half open blinds and smoke cigars. Living the dream

#privatedetective #detectivelife #i have 19 unsolved cases

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🎷 aceofspades Follow

prohibition hitting hard...making some bathtup gin tonight. DM for recipe

🎷aceofspades Follow

hopital

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🔘 deactivated-341925 Follow

Clara Bow is 20??!!!

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SHE SHOULD BE AT THE SPEAKEASY

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🎙 fancy-nancyboy Follow

Smuggling some moonshine in my coat oh boy I sure do hope no big scary prohibition officer comes andbpins me and handcuffs me hahha oh nooo that would suck

#wink wink

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🍸 gladragz Follow

my thirsty ass could NEVER be a bootlegger!!!!

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🚬 runrummer Follow

Anyone else think some of those jc leyendecker drawings are kind of yaoi ....

#those arrow collar advertisments got me feelin smthn #jc leyendecker #jcleyendecker #jcl

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she speak on my easy till I jazz

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#first attempt at this genre of posts #i spent 30 minutes too long on this and it sucks. releasing it into the wild #unreality #fake posts #fake dashboard #1920s

[dat-soldier]

New Donk City workers

#mario #luigi #super mario bros #new donk city #1920s #my art

[whompthatsucker1981]

i think that gay sex cats is the new duchamp's fountain

#if youre getting mad at it now you would have been mad about modern art in the 1920s too #this is what people mean when they say that some people are no different than greek statue pfps getting all RETVRN abt art #also pack it up there's better posts on the automation of art and art philosophizing #too much people reblogged this for the quote unquote ethical painting. scram

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Buster Keaton - The Haunted House (1921)

#buster keaton gif #the haunted house gif #silent movies #20s comedies #ghost #20s movies #edward f. cline #1920s #1921 #gif #chronoscaph gif

[bixels]

Everyone in Ponyville knows these two have a thing going on, except for these two.

#mlp #rarijack #applejack #rarity #my art #fanart #1920s au #my little pony #aj's the most obvious about it #while rarity just. yearns.

[yesterdaysprint]

Daily Mirror, England, April 8, 1920

#1920s #roaring twenties #jazz age #vintage #history #newspapers #comics #historic #1920

[lackadaisycats]

Lackadaisy Stratagem (Animated Short)

Just Mordecai and Viktor having a normal one.

Watch the full short here on YouTube!

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Clips here feature the animation and cleanup work of Sam Kessler (ENDO), Keaton Sapp, Julia Schoel, Carolina Senra, BMBrice, and Sam Staehler, with compositing by Matt Pichette!

#lackadaisy #lackadaisycats #cats #animation #indie animation #2d animation #cartoon #1920s #chess #animated short

[tulliok]

Among his circle of scholars, Luca Solebello carries the reputation of being quite an eccentric; his passions align more with the arcane. However, his pursuits of studying magical history are passed off as supernatural nonsense, and Luca spends most of his time shut away in his archives with his nose buried in a book. Otherwise, he'll daydream about the day he earns the respect of his colleagues and leads an excavation into the magically potent fields of Kansas.

#artists on tumblr #grand galloping 20s au #sunburst #mlp 1920s au #mlp fim

[the-evil-clergyman]

Wassernixen by Josef Wawra (1920)

#josef wawra #art #paintings #fine art #1920s #1920s art #academicism #academism #academic art #painting #austrian art #austrian artist #mythical creatures #mermaid #mermaids #classic art

[achronalart]

FWIW, "mauve" was one of the coal-tar dyes developed in the mid-19th century that made eye-wateringly bright clothing fashionable for a few decades.

It was an eye-popping magenta purple

HOWEVER, like most aniline dyes, it faded badly, to a washed-out blue-grey ...

...which was the color ignorant youngsters in the 1920s associated with “mauve”.

(This dress is labeled "mauve" as it is the color the above becomes after fading).

They colored their vision of the past with washed-out pastels that were NOTHING like the eye-popping electric shades the mid-Victorians loved. This 1926 fashion history book by Paul di Giafferi paints a hugely distorted, I would say dishonest picture of the past.

Ever since then this faded bluish lavender and not the original electric eye-watering hot pink-purple is the color associated with the word “mauve”.

#Fashion history #art deco style #aniline dyes #1920s fashion