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theholmwoodfoundation · 21 days ago
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wanderrealms · 1 month ago
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The Dressy Ghosts of Victorian Literature
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yesterdaysprint · 2 months ago
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The Boston Globe, Massachusetts, February 26, 1894
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sunthroughdarkclouds · 1 year ago
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Necrogamy was the practice of marrying a dead person, also called posthumous marriage or ghost marriage. This was legally recognized in France in 1804 to allow marriage to fallen soldiers, but was practiced extralegally elsewhere in Europe.
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ghouljams · 28 days ago
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no thoughts just simon roughly undoing your corset at the end of the night. idk how he'd be there without it being seen as improper or whatever or maybe hes your husband but i feel like it'd send me into subspace so quick.. kinda similar to shibari? idk.
The times when he's rough with your stays are few and far between, mostly he unlaces the (newly) double stranded thing with blunt nails that slip against the laces. His own knots so carefully tied keeping you held tight in what may as well be his embrace. His signature is already neatly embroidered on your modesty panel, his words neatly penned in bleeding ink professing all the places his lips would touch. Scandalous delivered before he ever made it to your marriage bed, you might add.
Oh no, Simon is very... deliberate with your stays. Possessive, even. His knot is one you can't undo, one that even he sometimes resorts to pulling between his teeth. It's a security you can't go against, a lock whose only key is held by Simon. He won't even let your maid touch your laces. You sit for him and arch into his touch as he threads one line, then another, and another. His fingers skim your chemise, his breath just barely even. You hang your head to feel his teeth graze the top knob of your spine as he pulls you tight, and takes the first swell of your breath between his fingers.
It's a beautiful thing. A second spine borrowed from your husband's hand. How each crossed thread holds its own knot at the center, how each lace ladders itself to climb up the looping of Simon's signature, his name just barely visible under the knots and laces. No, he doesn't tear at your stays. Swear at them maybe. Tell you he won't tie them so tight next time, a lie. But never tear.
Cut? Well, now that's another thing entirely. And you'd be lying if you said the press of his blade along your spine, slowly carving out your trapped breath, didn't make you squeeze your legs around the hand he'd already buried between them.
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bluegiragi · 1 year ago
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in action (part 1)
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grickle14 · 1 month ago
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Kermit finally discovered where all the noises in the old Victorian were coming from.
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onlyinmywildestdreams725 · 7 months ago
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dxncemxcabre · 2 months ago
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the cardinal
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soullessdianthus · 9 months ago
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w: hinted dark themes, dark romance?
Victorian AU where Reader moves to the secluded manor in the countryside as Lord Simon Riley has hired her to be a caretaker of the house. She barely sees him around, an odd yet respected man, but the cheery gardener Johnny keeps her company most of the time, walking by her side through the lawn swallowed by thick mist. 
As the winter approaches, she realizes there are no other living souls in the house than her, the Lord and Johnny. Some lies had been told and she started to doubt Simon’s true intentions of her stay here.
Something about that old manor is unsettling. Or rather, its residents.
Working on a longer piece, just need your patience. If you're interested.👉👈
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fairytaleprincessart · 22 days ago
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pigeon-princess · 9 months ago
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Just give me a candelabra and let me loose in a haunted mansion. Is that too much to ask?
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webdiggerxxx · 7 months ago
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꧁★꧂
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reneeub · 1 year ago
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Rewatching the dirty girl soup scene is funny bc when I saw it for the first time I was like 'wait did Max really break into her bathroom or is it just in her head??' and now I'm like of course it's not him He Would Not Fucking Say That
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kambriel · 1 month ago
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Dracula author Bram Stoker's long lost ghost story Gibbet Hill has been found in an 1890 Christmas supplement of a Dublin newspaper!
https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/c4g9119l64qo
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krscblw · 1 year ago
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iv. copia
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