#i love the victorian style

[judetuude]

YOU DID SUCH A GOOD JOB!!! the spooky vibes are immaculate 🎃✨️

So lately I've been watching @judetuude decorate houses on their stream and the one thing I really love about their style is that they put in these little details everywhere. I was inspired so I tried to do a Jude-style room in Jensen's (the sickly Victorian boy) house. Of course I still have to match everything because I'm me but I tried a lot harder not to make everything super symmetrical. I think it's still missing something but I really like the vibe so far.

[noonewilleverknowistealkneecaps]

Day 12938248284729 of drawing whatever i damn please!!!

[daincrediblegg]

one of these days I will fully articulate an essay on the costume design in the terror (for crozier specifically because I have so many brainworms about it) but it is not this day

[sentientcave]

It's WIP Wednesday! Been a while since I posted one of these. Have some Victorian era romance that I've been writing instead of new chapters of the things you all actually want to read!

Something was going on.

A few weeks ago, there had been a long list of young men that wanted to dance with her. It was as if her feet hardly touched the ground when she was out, whirling between partners, pink and breathless by the end of each glittering evening.

Danny Galkin had shown up to one of the next parties with a black eye, and refused to so much as look at her, and he’d been one of her most frequent partners on the dance floor. There had been rumours he would make a courting request. More and more of her partners began to avoid her, until she was spending most of her time sitting to the side, left out.

And it should have been just the opposite. There were officers in town, and soldiers loved to dance with pretty girls.

She had to corner Johnny Mactavish (bruised high on his cheekbone, knuckles split) to get an answer. One of the soldiers had taken a fancy to her.

Riley.

“He’s tha one with the big purple bruise on his jaw. Ye’ll ken who I mean.” Johnny grinned. “Ye cannae say I dinnae give as good as I get, bonnie.”

She did know who Johnny meant, the moment she locked eyes with the stranger across the ballroom. Tall, broad, dark eyes that burned hot like coals. The purple bruise on his face was stark against a pale, freckled complexion, the red coat no benefit to either.

She marched up to him, fury propelling her forward, overriding common sense or the desire to not cause a scene. “Who the hell do you think you are?”

His eyes narrowed slightly. He looked down his broken-and-set-wrong nose at her. “Not ladylike to swear,” he said, voice gruff.

“My apologies. Who the fuck do you think you are?”

His lips twitched up on one side, eyes flicking for just a moment to a bystander who was whispering about the foul language. “Simon Riley.”

His attention was only off of her for a moment, but she missed the heat of it anyway. “Were you ever planning to ask me to dance, Simon Riley? Or is enough for you to scare off every other young man that might like to?”

He drained his glass and handed it off to someone nearby that looked both deeply offended and reluctant to say anything about it. “Olright. I’ll dance with you, birdie. Since you asked so nice.”

“Good. I was worried you were too much a coward.” She took his hand and pulled him to the dance floor.

The music started, and he pulled her into his arms.

And he never let go.

[marzipanandminutiae]

perils of publicly and deeply adoring a character with the same coloring as you, and very similar clothing taste

everything you make looks like you're attempting cosplay or [character]bounding

[casart]

The Art of Saying Goodbye🥀

I had the privilege of drawing for @rosepetalgold for this year's @sandersidesbigbang !!

You can read their lovely fic The Art of Saying Goodbye that includes one of my favourite writing prompts - spirits! I had a lot of fun working on this piece; Victorian fashion trends really suit Logan~♡

[ID] (Image depicts a drawing of an old-fashioned picture frame overgrown with blue petunias. Within the frame is a pale, desaturated photo of Logan with a neutral expression on his face. He is looking off to the side, wearing what appears to be a faded beige vest over a white collared shirt with a dark blue tie.)

[puretopia]

🦇🦇

[tangyyrine]

Loki & Theo 🌌

[jessamine-rose]

*lovingly tackles Aine*

Read my Yandere! Pierro longfics first ♪( ´▽｀)

Last week, my beloved mutual @ainescribe surprised me with Savior! Darling fan art and AHAI9232@2-!/! CRYING SCREAMING I WANT TO LOOK AT THIS ART AND WORSHIP YOUR VERSION OF SAVIOR THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BLESSING ME WITH YOUR ART—

*clears throat* Anyway, now that I finally have the time to properly sit down and comment on the fan art, I’ll do just that. Feedback will be in the tags and it will be unhinged. Once again, thank you so much to Aine for drawing this <3

[website-com]

A Series of Unfortunate Events, 2004

[copiawife]

a girl told me i looked like a vampire today and then said i reminded her of nadja from wwdits and that's like the best compliment i've gotten in a while aaaa

[daincrediblegg]

Oh did... did you say you wanted... more?

*CRYING ABOUT HIS DOUBLE CHIN* YOU SON OF A BITCH

[sydney-carton-of-sour-milk]

The Many Illustrators of A Tale of Two Cities 16: Richard M. Powers

...& I've saved the spookiest of this month for last...

Richard M. Powers was an illustrator best known for his many, many illustrations for the covers of science fiction novels.

For this last week of the spooky subseries, we look at his work on this 1962 edition of A Tale of Two Cities.

(As a brief note, some of the images have a blur in the edges of the pages - this is because the book was huge and barely fit on my scanner.)

"The figures of a horse and rider came slowly through the eddying mist, and came to the side of the mail, where the passenger stood."

"'Now your dinner is done,' Carton presently said, 'why don't you call a health, Mr. Darnay; why don't you give your toast?'"

"He threw out a gold coin for the valet to pick up, and all the heads craned forward that all the eyes might look down at it as it fell. The tall man called out again with a most unearthly cry, 'Dead!'"

"It lay back on the pillow of Monsieur the Marquis. It was like a fine mask, suddenly startled, made angry, and petrified.'"

"He had a strong idea that the coffin he had seen was running after him; and pictured as hopping on behind him, bolt upright, upon its narrow end."

"'I make a circuit by the prison, on my way to my work. There I see him, high up, behind the bars of a lofty iron cage, bloody and dusty as last night.'"

"The Château was left to itself to flame and burn."

"'We have borne this a long time,' said Madame Defarge, turning her eyes again upon Lucie. 'Judge you! Is it likely that the trouble of one wife and mother would be much to us now?'"

"'Her eyes were dilated and wild, and she constantly uttered piercing shrieks, and repeated the words, "My husband, my father, and my brother!" and then counted up to twelve, and said, "Hush!"'"

"The two stand in the fast-thinning throng of victims, but they speak as if they were alone. Eye to eye, voice to voice, hand to hand, heart to heart, these two children of the Universal Mother,"

And so we close out October. I've been so looking forward to sharing all three of these sets here this month - I hope you've enjoyed as much as I have!

& the standard endnote for all posts in this series:

This post is intended to act as the start of a forum on the given illustrator, so if anyone has anything to add - requests to see certain drawings in higher definition (since Tumblr compresses images), corrections to factual errors, sources for better-quality versions of the illustrations, further reading, fun facts, any questions, or just general commentary - simply do so on this post, be it in a comment/tags or the replies!💫

[ohdeliciousasmr]

[tieflinglich]

the problem with neurodivergence is when you are very intensely interested in a non-important detail of something popular which means you can’t find any content for it because no one else is looking at the fucking background

[yeleltaan]

Here we are– you are the first of the 4 in which I completed. MSpaint spooky/thoughtful Cayin doodle. It was fun deciding on what to do. Hope you enjoy, Croc. Hope you don’t mind that I was feeling BB Cayin <3

// AAAAAAAAAAAHHH this is so lovely!! You nail his style perfectly, this came out so cool. Thank you Cat!!