By @lundgrenlindqvist Visual identity for Göteborgs Auktionsverk. - Göteborgs Auktionsverk was founded in 1681, making them the world’s second oldest auction house, just a few years behind Stockholms Auktionsverk. The auction house was founded when the magistrate in Gothenburg sought permission from the government to conduct auction business, as a way of handling the estates of deceased citizens of wealth. - Today Göteborgs Auktionsverk operates as a modern auction house, with Quality Auctions in Spring and Autumn, as well as daily online auctions. To emphasise the transition from being a more traditional auction house to becoming being a key player in the contemporary world of auctions, Lundgren+Lindqvist undertook a redesign of the visual identity. Although the brief put emphasis on the importance of bringing the visual identity up to date, it was made clear that it was equally important to build upon the long history of the auction house. Hence, a series of careful updates were carried through, including the redrawing of the classic emblem that, after more than 300 years in business, has become strongly associated with the auction house. - The wordmark was also redesigned and a display version was introduced, proudly displaying 1681 as a natural part of the brand. Step by step, the various assets in the visual identity have been evaluated and updated. Slowly but surely, the new identity is being rolled out. After all, when you have been around for 349 years, there is no need to rush. - More information and images available on our website (link in bio). — • • • • • #design #graphicdesign #graphicindex #typedesign #typebeats #visualgraphic #projectmono #collectgraphics #darksideoftypography #digitalarchive #curatory #designsystem #digitaldesign #designinspiration #designeveryday #printdesign #typography #brand (at Stockholm, Sweden) https://www.instagram.com/p/CeVeVKBDFIL/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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a follower milestone celebration?
hi all!
so I was thinking about this lovely ask, which reminded me how much I also used to love playing imaginary dress-up with book illustrations (I had this one version of cinderella that I fucking loved the illustrations for and I'll see if I can dig it up at some point to potentially do some polls from it just for fun ☺️)
but um anyway excuse my ramblings and let me get to the point: we passed 1000 followers on the blog here (actually a while ago now, I'm just slow 😬😬) and I would love to do something to celebrate you all!
I was trying to think of things that would fun, a little different, and also feasible on my end, and I remembered that during my master's studies I got the opportunity to look at some super cool old children's books as part of my research for one of my seminar papers. there was one I never ended up using for that paper called flower children: little cousins of the field and garden, written by elizabeth gordon and illustrated by m. t. ross, published in 1910. as a condition of viewing rare books and manuscripts at my library, we were only allowed to handle the objects in the reading room, so I took pictures of everything in order to reference them later during my research. so long story short, I have pictures of all the illustrations in this book
basically the premise of the book is that it features a bunch of different anthropomorphized flowers and plants and each one has a little poem accompanying it. but the outfits of the flower people are super fun and also have a historical bent to them since the book was published in 1910. they're a bit different from the usual stuff on the blog, but definitely still count as historical, so I was kind of thinking that doing some polls with those illustrations might be a fun way to celebrate!
I'm putting some of the images below the cut so you can see the general style of what those illustrations look like 💕
but this celebration is really for y'all, so I'd love to know what you think!! 🥰🥰
tl;dr I want to celebrate you all and I have some fun ca. 1910s illustrations of outfits inspired by flowers/plants I was thinking of using for some celebration polls (images below the cut) – what do y'all think?
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@cozycornerkinktober prompt #5: Blindfold
Love Me Blind (Butchlander)
Warnings: Just the usual E rating. Short. Why did it take me this long to post a butchlander Kinktober fill lol. I feel like I have to fill this prompt. This is set in ZMverse, post-fic timeline. No AO3 link because I may or may not slide this into the next ZnMoO4 installment.
TL;DR of ZM: HL spent a few months in captivity/bondage, including a zinc plate over his eyes, he and Billy Butcher got physically and eventually emotionally intimate to the point that when HL got free, rather than killing his captor, he remained attached to Butcher, eventually convincing him to take Compound V.
“Come on, close your eyes,” Billy whispers in his ear.
Homelander tries, but he simply can’t. He’s barely managed to force himself to close his eyes to go to sleep, but he can’t bring himself to close them here, not with Billy in front of him. Not just in front of him, around him, inside him, everywhere at once, his hips snapping forward, his rough broad hands firmly gripping his legs near the insides of his knees and pressing them down into his chest, his beard scratching against Homelander’s collarbones and neck as those places are getting marked up with hickeys. Homelander loves it. Billy on V is truly a gift— well worth the days of taking care of him during the illness the slow dosing causes. He’s strong and durable, maybe too strong. Homelander’s not sure he could throw him off the bed right now, if he wanted to. But he doesn’t want to. He wants them both to be right here, to be pressed down, to feel achingly full, to have his skin sucked on with bruising strength. He wants to feel uninhibited, no longer having to take care and keep his own motions contained, no longer afraid to accidentally snag Billy’s body. But he doesn’t want one thing.
Billy’s orgasm somehow rocks through his body too, muscle tremors, rapid heartbeat and all, so that Homelander almost questions if they had somehow become physiologically connected. But no, his stomach is dry, cock still begging for release.
Billy unclamps his grip from his legs but doesn’t slump down on top of him, doesn’t pull out.
“Come on. Close ‘em for me,” Billy repeats, his voice husky, still breathing heavily, and runs a finger along Homelander’s jawline, tapping him under his chin.
“Why.” It would be so cruel of Billy to take advantage of him now, after having his life spared and even being gifted the V. But Homelander can’t help being wary.
“Want to see you trust me.”
Homelander sighs and closes them. Even though he can see through any material, when he closes his eyes— really, honestly closes them— they seem to automatically shut off, roll up, refuse to relay visual cues. He can’t peek through his lids. He’s plunged into the darkness again, sickeningly familiar, and suddenly he can’t bear it for a single second longer, and opens his eyes frantically. He hates to admit it, but he’s terrified.
Billy’s watching him, eyes full of something sorrowful, maybe tinged with curiosity and pity.
“I’ve gotcha,” he says, lowering his body down until his weight rests on Homelander’s body, caressing his face before kissing him. Homelander feels himself relaxing and letting Billy sink lower between his spread thighs, his erection getting pressed between their abs. It’s not exactly comfortable, but it’s comforting. Homelander feels his heart rate and breathing returning to normal when he’s feeling compressed. Feeling that Billy might be able to hold him down against his will is a weird thrill, a turn-on, but also a paradoxically calming feeling.
“Close them. For just a bit,” Billy coaxes him, even as one his hands approaches his eyes and gently covers them.
Homelander arches almost reflexively, despite the weight on him, and lets out a panicked breath that might count as whimper because there was some voice put behind it, but he doesn’t toss his head or do anything to throw the hand off his face.
The darkness is here again. But so is Billy. Close to him. Touching him in so many places. Weighing him down into the mattress. They lie in silence for what must be seconds, but to Homelander it feels like hours.
“You have to promise,” Homelander says, his voice hoarse and small. He’s afraid to finish his demand aloud.
“What’s that?” Billy nudges his nose under his chin and kisses it. He’s stayed inside Homelander’s body the whole time, and Homelander can feel him becoming ready for round two, growing, swelling, feeling less comfortable but in a way Homelander wants.
“You have to promise you won’t … you know. Keep me against my will.”
Billy stays silent and Homelander’s breathing speeds up when he doesn’t hear an affirmation. Somewhere in the back of his mind he’s imagining that Billy has stashed piles and piles of ZM coated wire under the bed, ready to secure him there, just waiting for the right opportunity. He so badly wants to push the hand off his face and see for himself.
“Okay,” Billy breaks the silence. “I promise you.”
Maybe it’s because he took so long to consider it, but Homelander actually finds those few words believable, relaxing his spinal muscles and sinking into the bed. “You want to fuck me with my eyes closed?”
“No,” Billy says. “But I want you to trust me.”
Homelander smiles wanly. “Who else am I going to trust?”
“That’s sad, mate.”
Homelander shrugs.
Billy removes his hand and Homelander blinks in the light before wrapping his arms around his partner’s shoulders, wrapping his legs around his waist, squeezing him closer, further inside, pressing up together so they almost feel like one body again.
Yes I cheated, there was no blindfold. I wrote blindfold for like 40k words as backdrop that’s relevant. It’s not a kink, it’s a way of life 😎
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Would you be willing to do mourning clothes?
hi my dear! 💖
yes, I certainly would! 💕 in fact, I've already gone ahead and added these plates to the queue if that's alright with you! 🥰
just one question, however: do you have a year for the second plate (the one showing hairstyles/headgear)? it looks 1830s potentially, but I wanted to check in with you to ask if you knew a specific year ☺️
thank you so much for sending in these lovely garments! I'm a little obsessed with victorian death culture, so I'm very excited to feature some gorgeous mourning attire! 🖤🖤
I hope you have a lovely day! ☺️💕
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