#1800s novels

[hero-i-am-not]

I adore Charlotte Brontë's writing... This page is just too beautiful <3

[flowerytale]

Jane Austen, from Sense and Sensibility

[laurapetrie]

She was dreadfully romantic. She read too many novels and carried her ideal world wherever she went.

- Mary Elizabeth Braddon, The Doctor’s Wife (1864)

[questionableadvice]

~ Advice to Young Men and (Incidentally) to Young Women, in the Middle and Higher Ranks of Life, by William Cobbett, 1829

Put that novel down right now, young lady! You've stopped trying to look pretty and you need to go brew some beer

[forsythiaproductions]

This is the entire premise of the game. Hugo's "unintentionally" gay thoughts are the sole reason why this game exists.

We had to make it JUST so he can figure it out.

Please figure it out 💀

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[daguerreotyping]

Daguerreotype of a promising young gentleman very talented at brooding, c. 1850s

[yaoigoddess9158]

………..oh

Hm. Well. I read 600 chapters before… I can survive 800…

Right? Right

[mermaidsirennikita]

Please know that as much as I love the insane men Gaelen Foley writes, I may love the insane women she writes more

[nichiperi]

Illustrations for the fanfic I'm working on.

[obamasleftkidney]

HEAR YE HEAR YE

I have some wonderful news!!!

The publishing process has begun (my awesome cool 10,000 aura publishers are literally the best) and I'm so happy to announce this book might actually hit the shelves after all this time and effort invested.

Keep your eyes PEALED on your dash to find my posts for one of them soon might say it's finally up on the shelves.

ROLL IN YOUR GUESSES

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If this is your first time seeing my post; I'm writing a novel which will be released soon. I refuse to tell you the plot, the characters, the tropes, nor the premise. I only ask for your follow + I write my followers names down in a little pretty notebook. I will drop little clues and quotes and paragraphs. Ominous little hints. And the first follower to guess the plot receives a free signed copy of the novel once it's published. (Merch included according to the guessed plot's accuracy)

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[flowerytale]

Nathaniel Hawthorne, from The Scarlet Letter: A Romance

[toadlessgirl]

20 Names More Common in the Regency Era than any of the Bridgerton Girls' Names

Araminta

Asenath

Brittania

Cherry

Christmas

Cleopatra

Dorcas

Dove

Easter

Etheldred

Happy

Keren-happuch

Mehetabel

Peace

Petronella

Philadelphia

Seabright

Urania

Virtue

Zilpah

[raivos-world]

Hello I'm writing a story that I want to share with the world:)

Title: The tails of Dirt Creek

About: A western town with anthropomorphic cats and dogs

Author: Arri Endrik (pen name)

Genre: comedy-western, drama, slice of life, mystery, action

Setting: somewhere in Wyoming between 1876-1890's

I'm hoping to make this into a comic, btw I'm not a professional writer and I'm doing this all by myself so it's a lil iffy

Summary: Gunnar gets framed for a murder and now he's on the run, he was just wandering aimlessly throughout Wyoming until he came across a small town...

Chapter 1: "Welcome to Dirt Creek"

Gunnar had no clue how long or how far he was runnin, but he knew one thing.....he was tired and hungry........ever since he got framed for that dad-gummed murder he didn't comment.........sure, he was not the goodest dog in the west, but he wasn't a killer!

Gunnar could only see dirt.... and more dirt......not a blade of grass in sight....he was starting to just give up right then and there, but then he saw somethin......in the distance....he shielded his eyes with his paw, There! A town! Gunnar had a spark of hope.....he was not well known in these parts, so the towns folk probably wouldn't recognize him...... Gunnar figured he outta stay there for a bit then move on, no one would find him in a small town in the middle of nowhere............ right?

He walked up to a broken wooden sign that said "Welcom to Dirt Creek", That's funny Gunnar thought....."Welcome" was spelled wrong........., he kept walkin till he was in the middle of town.......but where is everyone? Gunnar thought..... the town was completely empty..."Huh, no one here....?" Then suddenly he heard a loud commotion, he looked around and saw that the sound was coming from the saloon, which was named The watering hole, Gunnar walked in and if he hadn't ducked in time he would've gotten his head knocked off by a flyin beer bottle! Gunnar saw that there was a Huge bar fight goin on! He walked in carefully..... and sat at the bar between a Blue heeler and a brown Newfoundland, working at the bar was an English bulldog who looked like he had enough of life..... Gunnar politely asked "Uh excuse me sir, may I have a glass of water please?"

The bulldog nodded and handed him a whole bottle of beer and said "You'll thank me later" and walked off.

Gunnar looked around and watched everyone fight......... He was shocked, and wondered why there wasn't a sheriff keepin everyone in line.... Suddenly he felt someone pat his shoulder, and he turned around to see that Blue heeler staring at him with a big stupid grin on his face,

"Well Howdy there partner! What's your name? I'm Dan Miller!".

Gunnar answered back "Uh.....the name's Gunnar Wilson, nice to meet ya, say......why is everyone fightin? Where is the sheriff?".

The dog just laughed "Well we don't have a sheriff...not anymore, he died! And as for why everyone is fightin....well.....I guess everyone just has anger issues".

Gunnar wondered what happened to the last sheriff but he figured it'd be best not to ask....."So.....why don't y'all get a new sheriff?".

Dan replied "No one ever lasts long as a sheriff tho....they either die or head for the hills! I don't blame anyone for runnin away tho, we are a stubborn bunch....".

And Gunnar believed him.......... Suddenly a bullet nicked his left ear! Gunnar looked around and saw the culprit.....a small tan Chihuahua that was jumpin on a table and had two large pistols in his paws ........shootin and yeppin like a coyote......"Hey pipsqueak! You almost shot my head off!". The Chihuahua just pointed his pistols at Gunnar, and Gunnar ran for cover, he heard a bullet pass by his other ear........he hid under a table..... watching......"Maybe I should lay low for a bit .........till this clears out......"

(Outside the saloon)

Gunnar barely got outta there with his ears and tail attached........he looked around for a place to stay.....as he walked around he saw a Café, library, Tailor, Flower shop, and a Butcher.......then he saw a small Chinese crested dog staring at him suspiciously...... Gunnar tried to look friendly "Uh hello there sir, name's Gunnar Wilson, and I'm new around here".  The dog just stared at Gunnar..... judging him..... Gunnar smiled sheepishly, till the little dog finally said

"My name is Ping Wú, and if I was you, I wouldn't stay long......". 

"Why?" Gunnar asked.

Ping sighed, "Because.....this town is as the name suggests.....it ain't nothin but a pile of dirt"

To be continued....;)

[pmamtraveller]

THE BURIAL OF ATALA | 1808 | by ANNE-LOUIS GIRODET DE ROUSSY-TRIOSON

The painting depicts the solemn scene from François-René de Chateaubriand's novel where Chactas, an indigenous American, mourns over the body of his love, Atala, in a lush wilderness setting.

There are three figures in the painting: Atala, Father Aubry, and Chactas. Atala has her head turned to the viewer while her hands together in a prayer-like position. Father Aubry is standing beside her and is lifting her body while Chactas holds her legs. The background of the painting has been well detailed by the collection of tall trees helping to signify the sublime nature of the scene.

The overall painting is highly symbolic. The spade in the foreground speaks of burial. The lines from the Book of Job on the wall of the cave speak of the brevity of life. The cross in the distance speaks of the Christian theme. Against this background, Atala's white dress stands out graphically, indicating how pure and innocent she is even in death. The natural surroundings symbolize the untamed beauty and spiritual connection of the wilderness.

The figures of the painting depict immense emotion.Girodet succeeds in depicting profound sorrow and reverence in the scene. Atala has on a countenance, which is calm, but Father Aubry has on a sorrowsome one. Chactas' melancholy is all over as he hangs on Atala's legs. His body bends forward in a depiction of sorrow and resignation.

From the rough stone slab to the intricately rendered foliage and drapery, Girodet pays extremely close attention to the rendering of textures. The figures themselves are treated with a great sense of anatomical accuracy, not to mention emotional depth, which serves only to enhance the realism of the scene.

[daguerreotyping]

Ambrotype of a Union soldier with a manly chin dimple and a missing button, c. 1860s

[burningvelvet]

Excerpt of a letter from Claire Clairmont to Lord Byron discussing her step-sister Mary Shelley’s new novel, Frankenstein; or, the Modern Prometheus, 12 January 1818:

“I have Faults. I am timid from vanity; my temper is inconstant & volage. I want dignity. I do not like our Mary sail my steady course like a ship under a gentle & favorable wind. But at thirty I shall be better and every year I hope to gain in value. What news shall I tell you? Mary has just published her first work a novel called Frankenstein or, the Modern Prometheus. It is a most wonderful performance full of genius & the fiction is of so continued and extraordinary a kind as no one would imagine could have been written by so young a person. I am delighted & whatever private feelings of envy I may have at not being able to do so well myself yet all yields when I consider that she is a woman & will prove in time an ornament to us & an argument in our favour. How I delight in a lovely woman of strong & cultivated intellect. How I delight to hear all the intricacies of mind & argument hanging on her lips! If she were my mortal enemy, if she had even injured my darling I would serve her with fidelity and fervently advocate her as doing good to the whole. When I read of Epicharis the slave in Tacitus & of Hypatia of Alexandria in Gibbon, I shriek with joy & cry Vitoria! Vitoria! I cannot bear that women should be outdone in virtue & knowledge by men.”