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squirrellypoo · 24 days
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Give this bitch some credit - he was consistent with his mouche placement, event 200+ years later.
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“La galante”, because of course that’s what he’d choose… a charming hero!
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kitsunetsuki · 1 month
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Guy Bourdin - Mouche (Vogue Paris 1969)
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chicinsilk · 7 months
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US Vogue September 15, 1969
Mouche (Agneta Bylander) in belted mink coat, trimmed) in plump tails waving like bangs. Thick knit turtleneck tunic in oatmeal color. Head wrapped in a crimson square. Saga ranch mink coat from Scandinavia. By Yves Saint Laurent. Kislav gloves. Over-the-knee boots by Roger Vivier.
Mouche (Agneta Bylander) en manteau de vison ceinturé, bordé) en queues dodues ondulant comme une frange. Tunique à col roulé en tricot épais de couleur avoine. Tête enveloppée d'un carré cramoisi. Manteau de vison ranch Saga de Scandinavie. Par Yves Saint Laurent. Gants Kislav. Cuissardes de Roger Vivier.
Photo Irving Penn vogue archive
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robertocustodioart · 8 months
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Mouche by Richard Avedon 1970
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francepittoresque · 1 month
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EXPRESSION | C'est la mouche du coche ➽ https://bit.ly/Expression-Mouche-Coche Expression employée pour désigner un individu voulant faire l’empressé et se mêlant de tout sans se rendre vraiment utile
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ol-files · 4 months
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On the seventh day of chrismas, let's have an aventure
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heroinsight · 1 year
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Charlotte Martin and Mouche modelling Biba, 1970
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ludmilachaibemachado · 4 months
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Mouche (left) and Charlotte Martin (right) photographed by Harry Peccinotti for 19 magazine, April 1970. Dresses by Tony Berkeley with a Biba hat and Ravel shoes💐💐💐
Via @fashiomodelshistory on Instagram💐
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thingsmk1120sayz · 3 months
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kitsunetsuki · 12 days
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Guy Bourdin - Mouche (Vogue UK 1969)
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Il y a moins d'insectes que par le passé serais-ce le début de la fin du monde bonne journée quand même
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robertocustodioart · 1 year
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Mouche by Barry Lategan 1972
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lours-postal · 1 year
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noodles-n-soba · 2 years
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Tame a brat (Scaramouche x y/n)
Scenario: you're one of the commanders of the Fatui, bothered by them accusing you of having a fling with the 6th Harbinger. You surely know how to put them in their places, right? Well, Scaramouche surely knows how to put you in your place, that's for sure.
Characters: Scaramouche x reader, some random characters
CW: No proofread
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"What a brat, who the hell made him take in this position in the first place?" Your eyes fell on the two men talking to each other while sharpening their blades. You bit your lower lip, it didn't even took you too much thought or you already knew who they were talking about.
You took a look at your weapon, thinking about a few adjustments you had to make before your next expedition since there wasn't that much time right now. "Kid thinks he can order everyone around.. Haven't you heard, he threatened our lead-commander..? What an idiot.." You aggressively stuck the point of your blade in the floor and stood up. "Could you shut up! You're talking as if you're any better.. At least he knows how to lead us all! Damnit.." You snarled angry, the two men looked at you.
".. Commander (L/n), not to be offensive or anything but you, you are just his pet. Nothing more, that's the only reason why you are defending him. He's a fucking brat." Your eyes widened, a pet? A pet he said!? "Oi.. Kamura, don't.." The other man said, you already picked up your weapon from the floor, about to teach the guy a lesson of respect..  Till you realized that that wasn't who you were. You were supposed to be calm and collected, you were a born leader.. The pack leader, you wouldn't be challenged by one of those under you. You simply sheeted your weapon, giving the man a gentle smile. "A pet? Surely I am not sitting on Lord Scaramouche's lap, am I?"
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Damnit. You were almost just a second ago, getting degraded.. Nothing too extreme, but.. The memory almost made you lose your posture.
"Exactly. Now, you better get to work. You aren't a member of the Fatui to just stand here to boringly sharpen your blood taking knifes and talk like damn grandma's." Your smile made them tremble in fear, you were absolutely terrifying and intimidating sometimes.. And that was the exact reason why you didn't wanted to lose your posture. Yet this exact posture and result you craved for, was completely thrown aside whenever he had you in his dirty claws. The men left, you shook your head wildly and made sure your entire body loosened up before you would continue checking around. You were supposed to ready them, assign their positions and all that kind of stuff.. Well.. After you discussed those plans with the sixth Harbinger, and on those occasions there was something that would always happen.
You froze in place, cold and firm fingers wrapped gently around your throat in an attempt to, harm you? Keep you in place? You were clueless. You didn't dare to turn around, already knowing who it was.. Well, his presence had something eerie in the first place, so it wasn't that hard to guess it was Scaramouche. "Look at those dear rats, what a betrayal..? Isn't it, (Y/n).." You raised your hands to try and remove his hand from your neck, you didn't mind.. But the place wasn't that appropriate. "Uh uh.." He easily grabbed both your wrists with one hand, moving closer to your ear with a grin on his face. "Being disobedient won't solve any problems here.." Shivers ran through your spine, you let out a shaky breath as he begun tracing your jawline, moving back to your neck and pressed a kiss on your shoulder. 'Mhmm.. That's my darling.." You silently breathed in, surrendering yourself completely to the fate that had greeted you a few seconds ago  until he completely let go of you and backed off. "All so inappropriate hmm? I can see that you enjoyed that, might as well call you a slut.." He flashed you another smug grin, placing his finger under your chin and tilted your head up. "Not a single word in response huh? Well, you better wait.. I'll make sure that that pretty mouth of yours won't be closed a single damn time once we're done with these shitheads.."
Your cheeks colored a bright red, your lips parting to try and say something.. But your breath was taken by a lustful kiss from Scaramouche, taking you by surprise. When he backed off he stared straight into your soul, noticing that you had been stunned by his actions once again. "Now, go lead those fuckers and return to me immediately. I'm sure there's something interesting to do after we discussed the outcomes from the expedition."
"Why were you sent along.." You tried your best to not sound rude, it really wasn't your intention, yet you saw something snap in his face. "It wasn't my choice, complain to the Tsarita instead of me. I was supposed to get my claws on that stupid gnosis.." He crossed his arms while you rolled your eyes, pulling your weapon out of it's sheet and held it next to you. "Don't get in the way.." You brought out, heading towards the members that were waiting for your orders. Scaramouche's eyes instantly widened, his hand got a hold of your shoulder and pulled you back. "I'll make sure that you won't see me walking in front of your feet by gauging your eyes out." He hissed in your ear, you softly pat his hand and gave him a smile as your eyes sparkled along. "Than I won't get to see your ugly face no more? Please do." With that you shook yourself loose and walked to those poor waiting men.
"Sorry for the wait, let us begin discussing the plan.." You shouted, hands on your back and your face showing no mercy.
You looked around, sheets of paper in your hand as he led you to his residence. "Got something to say about today?" He muttered, you scratched the back of your neck. "They suck. How come they get beaten so easily.. Especially by that so called Traveler you told me about. They made their appearance once more today." You shrugged your shoulders and sighed tiresome, dropping the files on his desk. "A detailed report of today's activities, battles and planning. Read through it if you want and correct me on any kind of mistake I made." He sat down on his chair, grasping the files with a hint of irritation to his movements and opened them. "Short notes? And what am I supposed to understand from this..? All I see are scribbles." He snarled, you tilted your head to the side as your gaze was fixated on the ceiling. "Don’t act dumb, you always complain about my notes being way too long. You can understand this easily."
With a smack his other hand landed on the table, you expected him to straight up burn the files out of anger or boredom, but instead he stood up and pressed them to his chest. "(Y/n). My (Y/n)." Confused you turned your head around, his face extremely close and his eyes opened extremely wide.. Boy was he excited for something? "My dearest (Y/n).. Do you know what you discovered today?" Your face slightly cringed, not really understanding anything he blurted out at the moment. "Look. Look at this." He threw the paper back on the table, your eyes falling on the words 'blond kid', 'heavenly power', 'no vision?', 'secret:' and your hypothesis about the Traveler who you had met just today. "This is it. The solution to all…" His hands let go of the paper and table, grabbing your arms firmly and pulled your body even closer. "This is what I've been searching for all this time, since I met that troublesome Traveler.." He spat out their name with such disgrace that you kind of felt scared. When they'd meet Scaramouche again, they'd surely be tossed around the room and murdered brutally. "My lovely (Y/n), I've got to thank you for this. You've delivered splendid work.. Beautiful, so beautiful.. I could even kiss you right now.." He smiled crazily, you furrowed your eyebrows.. Playfully rolling your eyes in reply and pushed a strand of hair behind your ear. "Well, if you're that eager." God, how you loved it to mess around with him, fuck around with his feelings and trying to make him show that specific side to only you.
"Seems like you are waiting for me to announce diner has started…"
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chicinsilk · 11 months
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Yves Saint Laurent Spring/Summer 1970 Haute Couture Collection. Model Mouche (Agneta Bylander) wears a navy blue woolen bolero braided in black and red, a scarlet belt and the new white linen cuffed wide leg trousers. Navy blue leather sandals by Roger Vivier. Photo Richard Avedon. Vogue March 15, 1970.
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Yves Saint Laurent Collection Haute Couture Printemps/Été 1970. Mannequin Mouche (Agneta Bylander) porte un boléro en laine bleu marine tressé en noir et rouge, une ceinture écarlate et le nouveau pantalon large à revers en lin blanc. Sandales en cuir bleu marine de Roger Vivier. Photo Richard Avedon. Vogue 15 mars 1970.
Photo couleur: modèle et photographe non identifiés.
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