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mrsfrecklesmarauders · 10 months

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19th century Wolfstar AU:

Just a little inspiration I had late at night when I couldn't sleep. I am not good at writing in classic literature vocabulary. English is not my first language. But I tried.

TW: Mentions if suicide attempts and Homophobia from that time.

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"Wanted a word, Mr. Black?"

Remus felt small in that parlor. He was ashamed of the sinful things he had done with the Duke's Heir in that very room. But there was something about Sirius Black that made him not behave like a gentleman. And Mr. Black for some celestial or rather infernal reason, had accepted Remus' closeness and Remus' touch. Even if Black was the most gorgeous creature alive, the lord of this family, a fine gentleman, and Remus was nothing but his brother's humble tutor. Not even graced with beauty.

He wasn't proud of what he had done. But he made himself enjoy it while it lasted. Even if he had to pay for his sins in hell, he could have his little piece of heaven right here on Earth.

Mr. Black was not facing him. Remus waited until he served himself a drink. He waited patiently until Sirius would show him his beautiful face again. And his body craved venerably and patiently for a single smile, for a single touch, for even a kiss. And Remus hated himself for that.

Sirius finally turned. He didn't give Remus a smile but rather an expression of sorrow. Remus noticed how his eyes searched for something on the floor and his gorgeous lips pressed in a fine line, so white cold and vulnerable.

"I wanted to thank you, Mr. Lupin" he said as he emptied his glass.

"Sir?"

Remus pressed him because it was absurdly painful to watch Sirius' sad expression.

Finally, Sirius' eyes met his when Remus' heart started reacting, reminding him he was still alive.

"You saved my life, Mr. Lupin. Nor less. As simple as that. You gave my life a reason"

That's how their story began. With Remus' nosesiness and hero complex.

'Why?' he had thought when he found Mr. Black about to jump off the bridge into the lake 'Why would the Duke's son, with so much richness and comforties, someone so beautiful, would try to take his life'?

Then Remus understood that Mr. Black's parents gave him lectures before words of kindness. Violence before affection. And indifference before love. Remus had learned Mr. Black had been expelled from school because of a shameful incident. None of The Blacks spoke about it. But Remus knew it involved a boy. Now Sirius was committing the same mistake. But with Remus.

Remus didn't respond to Mr. Black's words because they sounded like a beginning of something Remus had been trying to avoid. The obnoxious ending.

"I ought to marry a lady. Miss Emmeline Vance. I met her yesterday"

Remus knew this was supposed to end one day. That Mr. Black would rightfully find a women to betrothe. But still his heart ached, his body shivered. Still no words came out of his mouth.

"She is truly an angel, you see" Sirius continued with a laugh "A very fine lady. Easy to talk to, eloquent and funny. Very well educated... Beautiful as a summer breeze. The perfect companion for any man alive"

Sirius' eyes were searching for Remus' But those kept on the floor, afraid of moving or revealing how much these news were hurting Remus' soul.

"Miss Vance sounds lovely" he dared himself to speak.

"Yeah she is... The problem is that she is not you"

When Remus found Sirius' gaze he realized those gray eyes had glistened. And consequently, as a noble act, so did his.

Mr. Black came closer making Remus freeze in the spot. His body shivered in anticipation. As it always did. He would breathe the delicious smell of Sirius' body and then he would close his eyes. Sirius would make the first move, touching his features. Remus would feel his breath. A sign that would give Remus permission to come close and kiss him. Then everything would come naturally. The animalistic insitincs would guide him to make Sirius and him feel pleasure. Until Sirius sighed and even scream. Which would give Remus the most precious satisfaction.

But not this time. Remus spoke before anything happened.

"Marriage is a blessing, sir"

Sirius stopped on his tracks.

"I am pleased for you. Such lovely news"

Sirius looked at him like a difficult puzzle to solve.

"I am in agony" he breathed, playing with his gorgeous hair. "You see, Mr. Lupin. We have quite a problem. Her lips won't be yours. Her body won't be yours. She won't be you"

Sirius stopped taking a deep breath.

"Even the most gorgeous and perfect creature wouldn't be compared to you and what you make me feel. How should I get you out of my head, Mr. Lupin?"

Remus wondered the same thing. How to get this beautiful creature out of his head. Dusk, noon and dawn Remus thought about how graced this world was with the near presence of such fine soul. Sirius Black was not only pretty. But he was a reckon force. He was sunlight in this house of dispair. He was recklessness and thrill. An adventurous child lived within. Remus had the bless to get to know him more deeply. To learn many secrets and shy confessions. Now Remus wondered how he would escape. But he had to.

"This is wrong, Mr. Black. What we are doing..."

"You agreed to call me Sirius. That's my name after all"

Remus sighed "What we do is considered illegal, a real sin. We could be punished for it"

Sirius closed his eyes.

"Marrying this woman would be the right thing. It is what is 'natural'..."

"You are my daily light, Remus!"

Sirius had raised his voice, and for a second he sounded as impotent as his father. Remus was taken aback by the first name. Only used in those moments of solitude when they forgot who they were.

"I wake up everyday to a miserable life I don't want. They dragged me out of school. Kept me away from my friends. From James. Only to fulfill a life I don't truly want. I don't want to be like my father. I don't want to be as hollow and cruel as he is. My heart aches thinking about the life I was meant to live"

Sirius was crying now. How unwelcome were those tears and how much Remus wanted to clean them away.

"Sometimes, I don't even want to get out of bed. But then I remember I am going to see you. And my heart glows with joy"

Luckily the tears came with a beautiful smile. Remus' heart responded accurately.

"You have become my everything. My days, my nights, my entire being"

"What we ought to do, Sirius?" Remus asked, trying to swallow his surrow "There's no importance if I feel exactly the same about you. If I also can't get you out of my thoughts. If I've never felt this way about someone..."

Remus wiped the current tears from his face. Whatever happened, Remus needed to be strong. Stop this was the right thing to do. There was no place for their sinful love.

Even if Sirius' eyes were doing exactly what Remus' were avoiding to do.

"But you know deep in your soul this cannot continue" Remus continued "Not only because my surroundings are far less and humble than yours. But also because we are both men and..."

"What shall I do if no woman fill my heart the way you do?"

"The sin is addictive, I get it, Mr. Black" Remus answered "But not confuse it with any other powerful feeling. You would see nothing compares with the nurtured care of your wife..."

Sirius was shaking his head unwilling to hear any longer.

"Her love, her kisses, her touch..."

"I want you! I want you and only you" Sirius cried. He sounded like a child in search for something sweet late at night.

Remus felt his eyes fill up, like a clowd before a storm.

Sirius approached willing to erase all the space between them. He was a bright star. Beautiful from afar but surely dangerous up close. Remus was momentarily out of breath.

"I love you"

It was only a whisper but it had such power to wonder through Remus' mind like an echo. It made Remus' body shake. And his heart transform into a drum.

"Do you love me?"

His face was too close. The star so bright that Remus had to close his eyes and focus on his breathing. He had his own star a few centimeters away. But actually touching it would be dangerous.

"Tell me the truth. I only require what is the truth"

Remus was panting. Or else he would cry.

"Remus, please"

That pleading was the key to open Remus' heart.

"Of course I love you!"

It was one of the most certain truths in his life. Everyone was surprised that Remus John Lupin hadn't found a wife yet, perhaps a lover, or a related friend to accompany his lonely nights. But here was the answer. Remus was born to love Sirius Black. Even if it was wrong, or a sin, or the gate to hell itself. Remus couldn't stop. No matter what happened. Who he and Sirius would end up betrothing. They would always love each other.

Sirius was laughing. It sounded magestic in Remus' mind. Perhaps a chorus of a beautiful fallen angel. His perfection ended to live a life full of encarnated forbidden love. Away from everything pure and right.

"Then love me, you coward!" Sirius demanded with a potent voice "Love me and never stop"

Remus obeyed compelled by the strong power of this love. He sealed the pact with a passionate kiss that was responded eagerly by the angel between his arms.

"I love you, Sirius" Remus confessed between kisses of damnation "Of course I love you"

"My eternal love, my life, I am yours and only yours" Sirius answered with the same eager.

Both would fall to hell. Both would suffer the consequences. But together. They were glued like magnets. Their bodies fitted together like pieces of a beautiful sculpture. It was a precious love to fight for. Even if they had to go to the end of the world for it. Remus would accept anything. He was doomed. He was doomed for good.

#marauders #maraudersera #muggleau #19th century au #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #19th century #gay love

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sicksicksixx · 2 years

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#reylo #vintage #reylo 1900s #reylo 1800s #19th century au #rey #rey of jakku #ben solo

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edwardpinestar · 1 year

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heyheyhey, I'm back on my bullshit, starting another multichapter fic within hours of the last one. This one is a murder mystery with vampires and werewolves, tho. So.

#sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #sonic au #murder mystery #19th century au #period-typical homophobia #unrequited love #sonadow #detective #vampire #why am i posting another multichapter #why cant i just finish one already #fanfic #writing #ao3

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ackermantihora · 1 year

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an illustration to "HMS Maria" by @lostcauses-noregrets, the greatest fic about naval captain Erwin Smith and smuggler Levi Ackerman ⚓️

#エルリ #eruri #levi ackerman #erwin smith #erwin x levi #fan art #snk #aot #historical au #early 19th century #naval officer #royal navy

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deltamb3r · 6 months

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Many people draw their Narinders with too much rizz (and that's a good thing)

Look how many handsome cats there are in the community, and these are just some of my favourite designs.

All these belong to their respective artists:

@kagamineriri , @lammydraws , @cotl-flower-crown , @iota404, @by-glass-and-waves , @lilpuffyart , @bamsara , @derpyjackarts , @huskyremix , @cotl-inspiteofyou , @thenovaartz , @midluuna , @bunnyiebon , @payasita , @dulciechi , @xmajordumps , @faery-the-diamond , @verysubarashi , @poppy-purpura , @skykiuwu

psst: If you dislike being tagged, sorry in advance, please let me know so I can fix it

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sableeira · 11 months

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whoever edited that bsd official art to make it look like chuuya is holding onto dazai’s arm will be put on trial for irrevocably changing my brain chemistry and making me so much worse

the original and the edit in question. this artwork really makes me crave a mid to late 19th century historical au where Chuuya is a swordsman struggling with changes to his job due to the meiji restoration and with Dazai as a detective/private investigator who hires Chuuya as his bodyguard when a seemingly harmless investigation turns dangerous. they kind of hate each other (as per usual) but Chuuya needs the job and Dazai, while he proclaims to dislike chuuya, is also very smitten with chuuya’s fighting style and temper (as per usual).

#also the person who edited that bsd dead apple official art to make it look like they are holding hands will be put in jail without a trial #the red ribbon tangled around their intertwined hands 😵‍💫#<- does that person know the impact and damage that edit did to society?#oh yeah btw I’m not sure if the clothes fit mid - late 19th century but those decades make for a cool setting #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd fanart #soukoku #skk #bsd dazai #chuuya nakahara #osamu dazai #bsd chuuya #my art #bsd #I need more skk historical aus :( if I had the time and a solid story idea (more than just the vibes) I would write this #although I feel like I wouldn’t be able to do that setting justice with my current knowledge about mid to late 19th century japan #I finished this one a month ago and just didn’t post it because there was stuff that I wasn’t happy with (finally managed to fix them lol)

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by-glass-and-waves · 5 months

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Imagine Narinder panic proposing to keep the Lamb close

Imagine Narinder keeping a fucking ring in his pocket at all times "just in case"

Imagine Narinder not realizing what he's doing until the ring is out

Imagine Narinder going into a fucking monologue for this scene (sorry I haven't written it yet)

Sorry if it looks bad I was like I need to draw this out asap

#cult of the lamb #cotl #cotl narinder #cotl lamb #cotl the one who waits #cotl au #cotl 19th century au #fucking cackling

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ekza-art · 8 months

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A young talented artist madly fell in love with an unknown young man in the painting of his deceased mentor

Vibes of Dorian Gray, books about vampires from Anne Rice and just a completely wild crossover

PS anyone who want write a fic of this — go ahead!

#stranger things #stranger things fanart #mike wheeler #will byers #byler #myart #finn wolfhard #noah schnapp #mike wheeler fanart #will byers fanart #stranger things au #Stranger Things x The Picture of Dorian Gray #Stranger Things x Ann Rice's Books #au!vampire Mike #Stranger Things au 19th century #au!dorian gray Mike

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theladyofdeath · 6 months

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Lady Death's Lover {10}

Lady Death's Lover Masterlist & Summary

19th Century Period AU Nesta x Cassian Secret Affair / Enemies to Lovers / Forbidden Romance Fanfiction / Characters from Sarah J Maas / ACOTAR Based on a prompt sent in by anonymous

A/N: NSFW (actually, just make the same note for the next few chapters)... Thank you for reading, reblogging, liking, and commenting. I love to see it all! x

TW: marital abuse, sexual content, language, depression, alcohol abuse

This story is for readers 18+. Mature readers only. Content should not be read by anyone under 18.

<.>.<.> Nesta <.>.<.>

His kiss was like nothing I have ever experienced.

I lie alone in my bed, wishing he was here with me. I long for his mouth on mine, long for that mouth of his to explore every inch of the bare skin that is rolling beneath my sheets, lonely with need.

He confessed his love for me. All of my being wanted to reciprocate the feeling, but I just couldn’t. Yet I couldn’t stop myself from kissing him. I know it was wrong but I have no regrets. If I am to be bound to Tomas for the rest of my life, I am glad that I felt what it was like to be completely in love, completely enveloped in a kiss if only for a second.

It is a second I will never forget, a second I will never take for granted.

His lips were softer than I had imagined they would be. It was a pleasant surprise, the gentleness of this man that did not radiate gentleness whatsoever. He held me as if our lives depended on it, and for a moment, I swore they did.

The house is quiet; there’s nothing but the cackling of the fire to distract me. Even the cackling cannot distract me enough from imagining his roaming hands.

Unable to fall asleep, I let my mind wander.

I imagine him in bed right next to me, his body bare and intertwined with mine. I imagine his lips dancing across my skin, imagine his hands wandering, exploring, desperate with need.

I imagine his cock, long and thick, thrusting into me again and again and again. I’ve seen its outline, although I have pretended I haven’t, but I know that it does not compare to the real thing, released and wielded.

I can only imagine the pleasure he could endow with such a weapon.

Pretending my fingers are that weapon, I plunge them inside of myself again and again. I go deep, quickly, imagining the hardness of his body sliding against every inch of my soft curves. Finding that sensitive bundle of nerves, I cry out, not caring that the help could possibly hear.

I hate that we stopped after a measly kiss. A kiss that I started, a kiss that should have never been, a kiss that I cannot help but fixate on, obsess over.

For the first time, I’ve felt wanted. I felt loved, cared for, cherished. I can only imagine what it would feel like if things had escalated, if the help was not right outside, wandering through my husband's house. If we were alone, I would have let him take me. I would have let him have all of me.

Unsure of what that says about me, I continue to live out my fantasy. With every fictitious thrust that Cassian grants me, I come alive. Tears fill my eyes and even I pity myself for the pathetic nature of my situation, but I push that feeling aside and continue to find pleasure, dwelling in the sensation rising up inside of me.

It’s his name I cry out when I find release.

When my body stops shaking, when my chest stops heaving, I close my eyes and it is his smiling face that I see.

This is absurd.

I cry, shamelessly, surrounded by flickering candles that are slowly dwindling to their deaths. Sorrow and longing and an odd sense of jealousy flood my body. I am jealous of every woman who has married for love, who had the opportunity to avoid being in a marriage of convenience. After the jealousy comes the loathing.

I hate Tomas.

I hate him as a husband and as a man. I rue the day that I must give him an heir, a child that makes us a family, that shackles me to him further. I hate how he treats me, how he orders me around like I am one of the servants, how he takes out his anger and bitterness on every inch of my skin. I hate how he touches me in bed, how he makes me feel dirty after every time I am forced to carry out my marital duties.

Cassian is twice the man that Tomas will ever be. I am jealous of the woman who will take his hand in marriage, who will become the mother of his children, who will run his household alongside him in love and dignity.

I am envious that it will not be me.

It cannot be.

I have already been spoken for, claimed by the devil himself.

Opening my eyes, I stare at the ceiling as my sobs have grown to silent tears streaming down the sides of my face, absorbing into my feathery pillow. Candlelight dances along the ceiling, grounding me.

I should be his.

And he should be mine.

The truth that is so painfully obvious occurs to me and I do not deny it any longer. I stopped denying it the moment that I kissed him. I love him.

I am in love with him.

A gentleman, a man who is not my husband, a man who looks at me as if I am the only woman in all of existence.

Rising out of bed, I wipe my eyes and dress quickly in a pair of slacks and a shirt I keep for riding when Tomas is out of town. After donning my boots and cloak, I pin up my hair and sneak quietly into the hallway and out of the manor, toward the stables.

I, Lady Nesta Mandray, deserve to be loved, too.

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<.>.<.> Cassian <.>.<.>

The whiskey isn’t cutting it tonight.

I’m on my second glass at the gentleman’s club, but I cannot feel a thing. Nothing that’s real, anyway. I can still feel every touch of her hands on my chest, of her lips on mine, and it is torturous. The image, the feeling, the utter sensation is branded in my memory. I’m convinced that nothing will ever compare to that fleeting moment.

Fuck.

The things I would have done to her if we were anywhere else but in the home of her husband. Husband. She’s married. It’s a fact that I’ve always known but have never fully accepted, and now that’s coming back to bite me in the ass.

I took it too far. She was the one that kissed me but I sure as hell didn’t deny her. I would never. I’m incapable. She could ask anything of me and I would do it with no hesitation. I’m in too deep and I simply don’t give a damn.

It was a perfect moment. I have no regrets. The only regret that I have is that there simply was not enough time. There was not enough time for me to truly show her what she means to me. There was not enough time to lay her down, strip her bare, and worship every inch of her beautiful skin. I meant what I had said, what I had confessed. I am in love with this woman.

I drain what’s left in my glass.

The empty glass haunts me as I slide it across the bartop and hop off my stool. I hear the echoes of goodbyes behind me but I ignore them all, unable to fully hear their farewells. My mind is occupied.

I return home the same way I came: meandering beneath the famous starlight. The stars seem dimmer tonight as if they’re mourning alongside me.

I’m selfish. There is no reason for me to mourn. You cannot mourn for something you never had.

I have no idea how much time has passed when I make it to my townhouse. The lantern by the door is still burning as I open it up and slump inside only to be greeted by the silence of an empty house. At this hour, I have no doubt that my butler and the handful of maids that keep my house in a state of perfection are sleeping soundly in their beds. At least, I hope they are. They work hard enough as it is.

After locking the door and tiptoeing across the foyer, I find a lamp to light and carry it up the stairs.

The space has never felt so big.

After walking past the sitting room and the study, I find my bedroom at the end of the corridor and kick off my boots as I walk inside.

The shadow of a figure sitting on my bed shifts, and I nearly drop the candle in my hand and wake up every servant in this household when I curse.

Loudly.

“I’m sorry,” the figure breathes, and the tone of her voice instantly calms me.

I hold up the candle and see her watching me, eyes wide, cheeks flushed. “Nesta.” “I’m sorry,” she says, and it looks like she’s about to panic. “I…I don’t know what I’m doing here.” She jumps off my mattress and starts pacing. “I was just…I was in bed, thinking about you and before I knew what I was doing, I was here.”

In bed.

Thinking about me.

I don’t give a damn what else she says. That’s enough.

“I should go.”

I close my bedroom door. “How did you get in here?”

Nesta opens her mouth, then closes it, then she huffs a laugh. “I…am no saint. I learned how to scale a wall pretty young.”

The image of her scaling a wall makes me laugh. Then I realize that she’s wearing a shirt and trousers beneath her cloak, the fabric hugging her curves. I swallow as her words settle in. “No one knows you’re here?”

She shakes her head. “No.”

“And you’re here because…?”

She shrugs, shamelessly. “I had to see you.”

I take a moment to reply, careful to be certain that I heard her correctly. “Earlier, you said—”

“I love you,” she says, and her words are so quiet that I have to halt my breathing to hear each word clearly. Her eyes shine in the dim light. “I had to let you know. I couldn’t live without you knowing. And I am sorry that I am here, being selfish, but I love you, Cassian. Even if this can never be.”

The words rush out of her and I cannot stop myself from moving towards her. I set the candle down on my dresser as I pass it and before I can collect my thoughts, I’m standing in front of her, looking down into her eyes. The room falls into silence and I have to convince myself that she’s really here, in front of me.

When it’s clear that she is, I kiss her.

Our bodies press up against one another as I grab her by the waist and draw her close to me. She doesn’t hesitate, her tongue brushing along mine.

“You taste like whiskey,” she says, breath warm against my lips. “Are you drunk?”

“Do I seem drunk?” I tease, cradling her face in my hands.

“No,” she says, suppressing a smile.

“I tried to be and failed,” I confess, brushing my thumbs along her smooth ivory skin. My own seem so dark in comparison. It’s a welcome contrast.

“I am glad you are not,” she says, leaning into my touch.

She kisses me slowly, savoring every passing second. I am the one to pull back this time.

“This is inappropriate.”

“Wholly,” she agrees, sliding her hands up my chest. “To say the least.”

I swallow, stilling her hands. “There is no going back.”

As much as it pains me, I feel the need to warn her. If we continue, I will not be able to stop, and if we go through with this, things will never be the way they once were. Our words will be more than words. They will become something greater.

Her eyes do not waver. “I do not want to go back. I want to know what it is like to make love to you. Even if it is only once.”

The thought of doing it once and never again is agonizing.

The thought of not having her at all is so much worse.

When I kiss her this time, there is no going back.

I lift her up, gripping her backside as her legs quickly and comfortably wrap around my body. Our mouths are a battle of teeth and tongue, clashing together, unable to get close enough. Forgetting about every reason that we shouldn’t, every obstacle we are about to face, I carry Lady Nesta Mandray to my bed and lay her down.

#nessian #nesta #cassian #fanfic #fanfiction #sjm #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acosf #acofas #19th century au #regency au

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blairamok · 1 year

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make music with me, darling 💕

#my art #good omens #good omens fanart #aziraphale #crowley #i had an itch for a 19th century human au where they’re musicians

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tamaiory · 10 months

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Guys it's the 19th century again but this time you're at Riddle's manor ✨

Commissions info ✨

#i fixed his outfit a little bit since some things from the older version didn't look that good to me #you don't understand how much I love 19th century's aesthetic #twisted wonderland #twst fanart #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland fanart #disney twst #fanart #digital art #twisted wonderland art #disney #my artwork #twst riddle #riddle rosehearts #heartslabyul dorm #heartslabyul #twst heartslabyul #twst au #twisted wonderland au

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bizarreauhavre · 11 months

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Apparition of a ghost, late 19th century.

#bizarre au havre #photography #strange photography #apparition #ghost #old photography #paranormal #photographie #étrange photographie #fantôme #19th century

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lebedame-wegelagerin · 5 months

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And here, as promised to the dear @vinceaddams come a lot of extant Garments from my recent Visit at the German National Museum in Nuremberg. I am trying to give as much Information about each Picture as I can though unfortunately not all of the Pictures were taken by me and I could take Pictures as extensively (including Info Signs) as I would have wanted, lest I be abandoned in the Clothing Section. Also the whole Section was awfully dim, which made it rather difficult to read some of the Signs. The last three Pictures were taken in a different Section, thus the more pleasant Lighting.

Servant Livery, bavarian Court, mid 19th Century (left); Servant of the Count of Cannotreadhisname, first half 19th Century (right)

Woman's Folkdress, Lötschental/Wallis (Switzerland), Museum dates it 1830/1905 which is an awfully broad Range, but maybe it was altered later; shows wonderfully how late 18th Century Styles were preserved in european Folkdress that came to be in the 19th Century proper

Various Men's Garments throughout the 18th Century, as there are Closeups of each, the respective Detailinformation will be provided further down.

Men's Spencer, c. 1810s-1820s, Linen and Cotton, the Sign didn't say it explicitely but due to it's Placement in the Exhibition and comparable other Pieces I have seen, I think this is more of a common Man's Piece of Clothing.

Three Men's Shirts, various Shoebuckles, a cocked Hat, a Periwig and what I assume to be a Hair Bag. This Display Case had a rather badly illuminated Sign, so sadly I have no further Details about the Pieces.

Justeaucorps, c. 1695, Wool, Silk, Metal Trim.

Waistcoat, c. 1695, Silk, according to the Museum it was worn together with the Justeaucorps, which seems to be a nice Colour-Combination.

Breeches, 1790-1800, Silk. Very pretty Pair, but the bad Lighting doesn't really let it show.

Habit à la francaise, c. 1790, Wool, Silk, Embroidery (What a Material Specification...). I really like the Combination of those subtle dark on dark Stripes and the Embroidery.

Tailcoat, c. 1790/1795, Cotton, Silk, Linen, really peak 1790s Look honestly.

Very wide Court Panniers, with Pocket Hoops and Crinoline in the Background. Alas no Detail Information for this and the next two Pictures.

Frontal View of the Pannier. I suppose I have to get one of those at some Point, if only for how extra they are.

Three Pairs of Stays, two from the Front, one from the Back. Sadly I don't feel confident enough to Date those and I have no Pictures showing the Info Signs well enough.

Lots of pretty Dresses that were exhibited in another Section of the Museum. The right one is a Robe à l'Anglaise, but that's all I can tell.

Another beautiful Anglaise, notable for being preserved in its Entirety with original Ruffles.

More pretty Dresses. Unfortunately due to Time Reasons I have no Pictures of the Suits displayed across the Dresses in the U-shaped Display, though I have to say one of them had a very much not authentic Lacebib hanging from the Neck...

That's all the cool Clothing Pics I have, at some Point I will return and take loooots more Pictures from all the Angles too. Also at some Point I might write to the Museum about the Lighting, there surely is a better Solution when having your Objects barely visible with unreadable Signs while still protecting them from UV-Rays.

Bonus-Pic 1:

Me, in historical Dress, c. 1750 (minus the Shoes), standing in a historical Kitchen.

Bonus-Pic 2, for the Boat-Crowd:

Beautifully detailed Modell Sailing Ship, early to mid 17th Century if I remember correctly. Interestingly enough all the little Sailor Figurines on it were very much early 19th Century in Style, so I assume the previous owner had those added at some Point, before the Museum acquired the Model in the late 19th Century. (The Incongruence sadly wasn't addressed on the Info Sign, so I might contact them about this too.)

#Aus dem Leben einer Taugenichts #Extant Garments #Historical Fashion #Germanisches National Museum #18th Century #19th Century #Museum

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