#victorian era lesbians

[scenearcee]

Chlorinde and Navia on the brain,,,,,,,,

I need to draw them as victorian era lesbians so badly. Imagine Chlorinde as Julie d'Aubigny,,,,,, ough,,,,

it’s too good I have to!!!!!

[butternuggets-blog]

It's surprising that the Victorian era wasn’t more pro-lesbian. Especially considering that they thought an orgasm was a cure for women suffering from "hysteria".

[aggrevatedhammerhead]

Showed this to someone and they said “congratulations on your Victorian era lesbians I guess”

[ashleyeveerson]

Haven't been able to think about anything other than the victorian/edwardian/WW1 twink and his 80's punk almost-boyfriend for a week, send help

[hidekomoon]

will tumblr censor the last one or not? let’s find out (click for better quality) (other edits here)

1. Grandchamp’s Beauty Holding a Bird & Edmund Blair Leighton’s Alain Chartier (1903)

2. Collier’s The Land Baby (1909) & Aimée Brune-Pagès’s La Jeune Fille Agenouillée (1839)

3. Toulmouche’s Reflection of Beauty & Rogelio de Egusquiza’s Mujer Con Vestido Azul

4. Evelyn de Morgan’s Medea (1889) & John Spencer Stanhope’s Juliet and Her Nurse (1863)

5. Alexandre Cabanel’s Ophelia (1883) & Bouguereau’s After the Bath (1894)

please reblog if you save!

[probablymoons]

"Occupations for Women" 1887 trading cards

Bandmaster/ Fireman/ Teacher Highwayman/ Fisherman/ Sailor

[petoskeystones]

can you believe that leaving increasingly obscure and weird hints and being indirect and cryptic and oddly intense hasn’t led to my being in a relationship yet

[romantichoneypie]

Headcanons for Lilith!

Author's notes:Just making headcanons for one of my favorite girls from nightmare mode, both sfw and nsfw!

Historic moment: She was born in the Victorian era, when she hears a great growth of vampires, and in the midst of this context she was born.

Family:

Sister: She is Anazareth's half-sister, Anazareth being the eldest sister while she is slightly younger,Anazareth is close to Lilith and the two became friends quickly, in addition to always getting along.

Mother: Lilith's mother was a witch and creator of curses and potions related to a vampire In the year 1790, she was one of the few witches who survived To the Salem witch trials Because of her husband, She had had a relationship before with a normal human and had a daughter who was Anazareth, she loved her husband but he died for ensuring her and their daughter's safety, and then had Lilith from a relationship with a vampire.

Father: Lilith's father was a vampire who lived at the same time as her mother,He was a thirsty vampire who ended up dying, his attacks were famous and many people were converted to vampirism because of him, he did not kill, he fed and turned his prey into vampires,In addition, she was successful with women, there is no doubt that Lilith may have many half-siblings. (if you look closely, Lilith is similar to yog and only the two have fangs and Lilith's token doesn't say anything if she's also a vampire)

Appearance:

About 234 years.

Lilith has dark brown hair with purple tips, they are not dyed but natural the slightly purple ends of the hair.

She wears the blindfold because she has visual impairment underneath, she was not born with this disability, she ended up being attacked by hunters and well they ended up throwing a kind of poison on her while she hunted, her face had scars but they were healed over time without leaving marks, but the young vampire lost her sight.

She uses the blindfold to compensate for her lost vision, this increases her other senses and in addition makes her see both through the blindfold and through the tattoos.

Even after years she still loves Victorian fashion for her it was the best thing she had at that time,because the sanitary conditions were terrible, many people died due to the terrible living conditions, the children, many do not exceed 5 years old.

Their favorite colors are the darkest ones, such as black, dark blue, dark green, purple, burgundy and red.

She loves gothic fashion and especially black color such as flats, black boots and dresses and dark jewelry.

She loves piercings, like the ones she has in her ear and maybe she has a bat between her breasts, with open wings and a moon.

She loves her earrings but sometimes forgets why she takes them off to sleep, they are a little heavier than normal, I think maybe she has a perforation in her navel like a small crystal.

Her veins are marked on her skin, in a dark blue tone because her blood is a dark tone almost black.

Sometimes she makes light cuts on her hand because it is necessary to use in some potions but she does not usually use hers because she is a vampire.

Her body is definitely cold, and for her it doesn't make the slightest difference, she doesn't feel cold or hot.

Her fangs show up in her smile when she talks or laughs, she doesn't like it very much but it's still cute.

Relationship:

Lilith is the affectionate type but in a more reserved way, she likes soft touches and kisses on the neck

She daily enjoys drinking her partner's blood as the meal of the day, although she does not consume other people's blood

She likes to teach her things like making potions, and especially when you help her do those things.

She doesn't consume many things like food, even though flesh and blood from animals, even so she keeps sweets and other things in the fridge for when you're there with her.

She is definitely attracted even by the smell of your blood, and that's why she loves to bite your skin.

She likes to walk with you holding your hand and showing you your favorite places in the city, such as a remote park with no one to watch the stars

She's definitely kind to you, but during sex, not exactly.

While you're both having sex, she loves to really mark you as hers, filling her body with hickeys and bite marks, her body is slightly sore the next day.

She really needs to control herself when she's with you so she doesn't bite you and transform you at that moment.

I think she really couldn't live without you after years of relationship, at some point she would turn you into a vampire, either because she doesn't want you to die or because you have some disease.

She's kind to you but only to you, and when you first met you were surprised why she wasn't as rude as the others

Her favorite body part is her thighs and neck

She loves to suck you, in every way

She enjoys having sex during your period, the taste of her blood is perfect and she feels happy to satisfy you and also to relieve your pain.

She likes to wake you up in the middle of the night with kisses on the neck and massaging your breasts

She is jealous but not exactly because of you but if someone flirts with you she would get very angry with the person and ask Anazareth to put a curse on the person

She doesn't really like affection in public

She can use potions to increase your horniness level

Kink:

She loves back scratches

Bites and marks will always be on your body in the morning after you sleep together

She is slightly dominant and loves accessories such as ropes and also collars

She loves to pour scented candles down her body to give it a slight feeling of warmth

You will like to overstimulate you

She prefers to give than receive pleasure, she loves to be between your thighs and also when she is up your face and you suck her

She loves aftercare for you

What does she like?:

She definitely loves reading books about macabre tales and horror stories

She likes to do piercings because she likes the slight sensation of pain at the moment and also finds it beautiful

She loves dresses and dressing as she did in the Victorian era

She loves affection especially kisses on the forehead

She loves to eat animal flesh

She likes cats and has one that sometimes enters her apartment with anazareth but he is free to come and go and only spends the nights

I think she would also like tarot a lot,and when he was bored he would read whatever the tarot cards said

She loves to sleep with you wrapping her arms around your waist and leaning her head on your shoulder

Definitely likes it when you say you like her real eyes because it was an insecurity.

She loves what sweet you are with her and worried

She loves that you want to learn how to make magic and potions

I think she likes history in general

[cult-of-the-girl-offensive]

So, I'm really bad at self promotion, but I have been writing a crossover between House of the Dragon and Carmilla (yes, the lesbian vampire novel) for the past couple weeks, and am now up to chapter four, so I suppose I should do some self promotion!

If you are interested in Rhaenicent, lesbian vampires, the stylings of gothic horror, or my efforts to create a Victorian Westeros, give it a whirl!

[beatrack92]

Victorian Love 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 🏳️‍🌈

[weemsfreak]

Midnight Miracle

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟMerry Christmas/Happy Holidays to those who celebrate! I wish you all a midnight miracle this season :) ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

Jane Murdstone x Named fReader

A short Christmas story with our favorite victorian red flag ~2k words

Warnings: Talk of religion and the Anglican church (not in detail)

Wrapped in your ebony cape, you shielded yourself from the biting winter breeze that sent shivers down your spine. Usually the cold didn't bother you, but the wind was extra frigid tonight.

This Christmas Eve, the gaslit streets were adorned with an extra twinkle, buildings and shops aglow with an abundance of candles and festive decorations.

You weren't avoiding spending Christmas Eve with your family; rather, you sought a way to keep yourself occupied, and organizing your books provided a diversion.

The care of your books in your quaint store was where you spent your days. You assumed no one would venture to your store at this hour, dinner time on Christmas eve, still, you left the door unlocked. Amidst the aromatic embrace of cinnamon and pine, you immersed yourself in the quiet world of rearranging décor and organizing shelves, the dim light casting a serene ambiance.

Yet, your thoughts were consumed by a mysterious presence, a certain someone lingered in your mind despite the attempted distraction.

You couldn't stop yourself from wondering about her, you never could. Does she share your passion for books? Does she delight in the written word, perhaps poetry or prose? If so, what about? Does she spend her time writing like you?

You wondered what she could be occupied with now. You envisioned her partaking in a familial feast, while you longed for her presence, a wishful dream in the quiet corners of your mind. Your heart carried the weight of unspoken admiration for her, alas, you couldn't bring yourself to say a word to her, her cold yet enchanting demeanour both unsettled and exhilarated you.

You knew her through shared pews and hallowed hymns at the church, you observed her movements as she entered, sat, listened, prayed, sang - captivated by her every blink and breath.

She was a dark enchantress, her aesthetic seamlessly entwined with yours. Curiosity stirred as you wondered about the facets of her life that mirrored your own and the untold tales hidden behind her mysterious gaze. Perhaps she liked books, perhaps she lacked a husband, perhaps she preferred the company of women.

But alas, such thoughts remained in the realm of wishful thinking, your desires weaving through the fabric of a Christmas Eve both magical and elusive.

✧✧✧

You recollected the first time you saw her. Freshly settled in Blunderstone, you decided to venture to the Anglican church. Running late, you had no choice but to occupy a seat in the back. You leaned awkwardly to the side, nearly falling into the pews edge in an attempt to see the presider.

To your astonishment, a far superior sight unfolded—a raven-haired woman draped in black.

In the midst of prayer and hymns, you found your gaze drawn to her graceful figure, an enigmatic figure. Her dark curls were nestled beneath an even darker bonnet, adorned with silk ribbon. Instantly enchanting, her alabaster skin and, as you later discovered, azure eyes captivated your being. Despite the allure of her elegant stride and the way the corner of her mouth would occasionally turn up into a small smile, you dared not approach the subject of your admiration.

Yet, you dared to indulge in stolen glances, each soft gaze kindling a warmth within your heart.

Sundays held newfound anticipation for you, a shift from previous motives of seeking solace in the congregation.

However, on a recent Sunday, you were left devoid of joy and motivation when she failed to grace you with her presence.

✧✧✧

The ticking of the clock echoed in the shop, and before you knew it, the hands pointed to nearly 11 pm. A sense of joy and fluttering anticipation filled your stomach as thoughts of the impending midnight mass danced in your mind. The magic of Christmas enveloped the church, casting a spell that you could feel.

Heading to the back of your store, you stole a glance out the window, greeted by a gentle snowfall that blanketed the world.

You began extinguishing the candles one by one when the bell on the door rang, breaking the stillness and signalling an unexpected visitor.

You froze, who could be seeking books at this hour?

Slowly peaking through the shelves, it was far too dark to see. Creeping closer, you heard the soft shuffle of someone exploring the books.

You peered around the shelf and there she stood- the woman of your dreams, adorned in a black talma.

A gasp escaped your lips, prompting a swift retreat to the safety of the opposite shelf.

Memories of a previous encounter flooded your mind. Before one Sunday service began, you had ventured out early to pray. You stopped dead with trembling hands when you caught her kneeling with a grace that matched the intricately stained-glass windows. The flickering candlelight cast shadows on her profile, enhancing the allure that captivated you and lived in your imagination.

As she navigated the shadows of the books, you swooned, waiting with bated breath. Why had she chosen your shop? Shouldn't she be with her family, joining the congregation? Then again, you should have been with your own.

"Hello? Are you open for business?"

Her voice, a demanding melody, reverberated in the void of your shop. Your heartbeat quickened, torn between fleeing and standing your ground. This was your shop; you had to summon your strength.

Carefully, you stepped out from behind the bookshelf and surveyed the dark. When your eyes met hers, the unspoken connection between you became a silent dance, a tapestry woven with stolen glances and the shared sanctity of the church pews. You noticed the lack of warmth in her eyes and the metaphorical wall that she had up changed when she saw you. Your heart swelled with agony of unexpressed emotions and the delicate joy derived from the mere proximity of her ethereal presence. In a way, you mourned the unspoken connection, for there was no other option but to abandon it.

"Hi, I-I am open. How can I assist you?" you squeaked, attempting to mask any uncertainty or fear. The woman looked down at you, tilting her head in surprise.

"Amelia? This is your bookstore?"

You opened your mouth to answer, but your words eluded you. She spoke with less arrogance and gentler than you had known previous, but even more, she knew your name?

Of course, you were well aware of who she was, she and her brother were somewhat known in this town as the Murdstones—or, as some whispered, the Murderstones.

Perhaps she could be cruel, perhaps she was deceiving, yet she exuded a sickly sweetness, a captivating beauty in your eyes.

"Well I, yes I do" you nodded.

Jane stood tall, her eyebrows raising. You watched as a smile stretched across her face, and you couldn't help but think that this was the first time you saw her smile, a real smile; it was glorious.

"I must express my relief. I had no doubt that I would be greeted from behind the literature by a man." Jane released a small huff of laughter, and you suppressed a giggle.

"No, it's solely me" you replied with a smile.

Jane continued her exploration of the works, her long, slender fingers delicately wrapping around the spine of each one, caressing them lightly. You were entranced as she moved, perhaps she was a lover of literature after all.

Suddenly, Jane turned to you, furrowing her brows.

"Why are you open at this late hour?"

It was a valid question, why were you open at this hour? Well, for her, of course. But you pondered the same about her—why was she out so late?

"I sought fresh air after dinner, and I found myself here. I've been here for several hours" you chuckled, shrugging in embarrassment.

Jane smiled once more, averting her gaze and running her hand over the cover of a book.

"I'd love to spend several hours in a bookstore."

Silence enveloped you as she opened the book and flipped through its pages. Caught up in the enchantment of her presence, you failed to notice the book title, as your attention was wholly absorbed by the proximity of her features. She stood closer than ever before, her lips twitching as she silently mouthed the words her azure eyes scanned. The soft glow from the festive decorations cast a warm hue upon her, accentuating the grace of her features.

Jane's gaze shifted from the book to you, pulling you shamefully out of your trance.

"Do you plan to attend midnight mass?"

You nodded your head yes. "And you?"

Jane closed the book, cradling it against her chest.;

"Indeed. May I purchase this work?"

As Jane placed the book on the counter, revealing the cover and title, you paused. Running your hand over the leather, memories flooded back, reminiscent of the first time you read it. Unpopular, not for the story's shortcomings, but for its rather...unique allure—it was your favorite.

"Is this title familiar to you?" you questioned.

Jane shook her head, "I have not perused it, no."

You collected her payment and passed the book to her, long fingers grazing against yours. "Thank you."

You smiled and bowed your head, "Thank you for your purchase."

Jane's teeth shone through her smile, and genuine amusement sparkled in her eyes.

"Would you care to accompany me to the midnight mass?" she unexpectedly proposed, catching you off guard.

You blinked with surprise, was she serious?

Jane heard no reply, but she didn't budge, and you hopefully determined that she was.

✧✧✧

You and Jane embarked on a walk down the snow-covered cobblestone streets. You thought about the birth of Christ, the miracle of the season. You thought about the Anglican church and worship, you thought about Jane.

Your eyes sought out Jane's, the only eyes that captivated you, and you realized how lucky you were, for she was your sole companion in this moment. Her gaze met yours, a subtle recognition sparking between you. Jane fluttered her lashes, holding the book against her body with both hands. As you walked side by side, the snowflakes seemed to dance around you, and you longed to hold her gloved hand in yours.

As the midnight hour approached, the distant sounds of Christmas carols reached your ears. The Anglican church awaited, its doors open to those seeking solace and celebration. Together, you and Jane entered the sacred space, the flickering candlelight casting shadows on the ancient walls.

As you knelt in prayer, Jane's presence beside you added an unexpected grace to the sacred ritual, it embraced you. The air was charged with a sense of belonging, a connection that transcended the unspoken desires of wishful thinking.

✧✧✧

After the mass concluded, the two of you stepped out into the crisp night air, the world adorned in a fresh blanket of snow. Jane's gaze met yours under the glow of the moon, and a shared understanding lingered between you. The magic of Christmas had intricately woven a fabric of connection, and the possibility of your souls uniting felt more real than ever.

"This selection is commendable. It happens to be my favorite," you whispered, the words carrying a warmth that defied the winter chill.

Jane's eyes gleamed with a quiet delight, and a genuine smile played on her lips. The church bells chimed, marking the arrival of Christmas Day.

"Perhaps you'd like to take another stroll?" Jane asked, her voice soft against the stillness of the night.

As you and Jane navigated the mysteries of the night, she took a chance and let go of the book with one hand, carefully reaching out for yours.

In that moment, as the world held its breath in anticipation, you realized that the enchantment of the season had not only brought you a magical Christmas Eve, but also the mysterious beauty of Jane Murdstone. It was a midnight miracle.

[beedokwrites]

Hunter’s Heart

A new release from your’s truly. A ~10K word tragic romance between a hunter and a vampire, with a gas lamp/Victorian setting.

Written on request for a secret santa exchange.

The story can be found on itch here; or, as part of a bundle with 30 other stories by trans authors for just $15 (US).

[kneelbeforeyourdogbabylon]

Have you heard the Good News? The 8008fest is going on at @goodomensafterdark! Here's a Good Omens fic I wrote for it:

Summary: Victorians! Set in 1870s London. The angel Aziraphale changes the shape of his corporation to enter a clandestine "Women Only" social club. As Heaven's representative on Earth, Aziraphale has also spent millennia thwarting a certain demon who always manages to slither out of reach, unscathed and unseen....until tonight. F/F, explicit, complete, bewbs.

(Check out the official AO3 collection for more 8008fest fics and general all-around Good Omens fic goodness.)

[mxjackparker]

La Prostitution Contemporaine: Étude d'une question sociale (1884)

TRIBADES Jealousy, between girls addicted to the vice of sapphism, often causes quarrels, and sometimes veritable duels, in which the most frequently used weapon is the hair comb.

An illustration of multiple lesbian sex workers, printed within "La Prostitution Contemporaine" by Léo Taxil in 1884, with translated caption.

[guessillcallitart]

an old-ish poem one of my characters wrote to her lover🏳️‍🌈💞

taglist: @aloeverawrites, @your-absent-father, @rbbess110, @yesireadbooks, @full-on-sam, @anonymousfoz, @the-mindless, @the-void-writes, @aalinaaaaaa, @mr-orion, @1socially-awkard1, @oddcryptidwrites, @jacqueswriteblrlibrary, @albatris, @ashirisu (ask to be added or removed)

[deadlydelicious]

constantly blows my mind we never got a Paternoster Gang spin-off show. like what were you doing 2014 BBC, why did you fumble those lesbians so bad?