#vintage lad

[daguerreotyping]

Daguerreotype of a pair of bow-tied beaus, c. 1840s

[babylacedream]

I'll throw my heart out to the ocean tonight

pairing: merman!rafayel x f!thalassophile reader

warnings: suicidal attempt & ideation, mini panic attack, cancer patient, angsy

summary: recently, you were diagnosed with cancer in your heart that would soon take your life. you have been obsessed with the ocean ever since you were a child, and when all hope was lost, you decided to give your heart out to the ocean.

note: inspired by pinkpantheress unreleased song called ocean. i recommend listening, its a beautiful song.

The beeping sounds of your heart monitor and the occasional sounds of nurses passing by were starting to bother you. Even the stench from your hospital room gave you a headache. The bitter-like smell of chemicals made you feel nauseous.

You started feeling breathless, as your chest pain was too unbearable to handle. Tears streamed down your cheeks. You couldn't scream for help nor rid yourself of this ache.

You tried calming yourself by grounding yourself by looking around your room. Many seashells hung up on the white walls. Pictures of whales, dolphins, and turtles.

The throbbing pain in your heart stopped. You breathed with exhausted exhales and inhaled.

You weaky reached for your phone, playing your playlist you kept especially for moments like these. The sound of the waves of the sea, and the moans of the whales carried you as you soon fell asleep on your hospital bed.

The next day was like every other miserable day in this place, getting chemotherapy, having to join therapy groups, and occasional greetings from doctors who have failed you.

Your parents made sure that you were taken good care of and observed carefully after your recent attempt. Their influence reached even the deadliest parts of your life. The life you wanted control over.

You wanted to see the ocean before your inevitable end. You wanted to give the ocean, the most bruised part of your body that failed you. In hopes, that it would make a beautiful seashell that twinkled and basked under the moonlight and stars.

You would hope that it would live on for years and years to come to preserve the ocean.

"Wishful thinking."

One night when the night seemed too quiet and long, you ripped out the IV out of your inner elbow, and blood dripped down your arm. You placed your feet inside your slippers and changed out of your hospital gown to a pink-laced nightgown. Soon, the blood on your arm would stain your nightgown almost as if foreshadowing your doom.

These past few months, you've studied the nurse's scheduled time off making sure when they left, you timed it on your phone. You were able to easily slip by their suffocating watch.

The automatic doors opened as you reached the door of the hospital entrance. A relieving sigh escaped your lungs as you walked out of the place you called, purgatory.

The night sky was darker than the other nights. You requested beforehand a taxi. As you sat in the back looking out the window reminiscing about your life. You knew you would not have regrets.

Your parents? The one time you've ever asked them for anything, you even begged your parents to release you or see the ocean but they refused, deeming it idiotic and selfish.

But, instead of loving you, they used you to gain pity from their supporters to gain an upper hand as a candidate in their political standings. You left a note on your hospital bed, hoping that this would be your last and final way of getting your revenge against them.

Your friends? They became bored when they realized you lost your parent's favor after being diagnosed with heart cancer. Back then, you cried so much but now all your tears have dried out for those people.

"This is your stop."

The driver called out, slipping you out of your reminiscing. You stepped out of the taxi and closed the door.

You turned around to face the ocean, hearing the sound of the waves crashing felt liberating. As the wind was howling, it made your nightgown and hair move against the winds.

At this point, you were losing a lot of blood but you didn't let that stop you. You took off your slippers as if the sand were holy ground, stumbling in the progress as you stepped on the sand.

Your eyes trickled with tears as adrenaline pumped through your body erasing the throbbing pain in your heart. Your feet reach the cold ocean water, and you let your feet get used to the feeling as your toes shift under the sand.

You let out a breathy puff as you felt tears forming yet again. You weren't in tears for your miserable life but for your pass over to the ocean.

"I'll throw my heart out to the ocean tonight. I hope you'll accept me as I am, bruises and all."

You gloomily softly spoke into the wind before walking deeper into the water. Your nightgown became drenched in water as the waves splashed on you. Your nightgown became heavily engulfed by the water.

Your heartbeat pumped so loudly that the sound of the waves was too low to hear. Irritated, you drove under the water completely submerged under the water.

The water filling your ears felt good, for your heartbeat was silenced. Holding your breath, you swam further. You wanted to rest where not even the filthiest hands could ever reach you.

You ascend to breathe before weakly submerging again. When you were far from land, you ascended again to catch a glimpse of the moon and stars above the sky.

"How peaceful."

You thought the waves would be rough, but it was surprisingly calm. Could this be a sign? A sign that the ocean accepts you as you are?

The calm waters and the oceanic smell of salty air consumed you even more; it felt like something was pulling you in, like the current.

It felt alluring, almost like the deep sea lily that hypnotizes and captivates with a sweet smell to only drown its prey with its venomous blooms.

You were starting to cough up blood and grimace at the feeling; it was affecting your blood vessels and spreading to your lungs. Though you were violently coughing, the oceanic waves receded gently.

You had to hurry; you were running out of time. You swam even further in; the surrounding sea was dyed with bits of your blood. You took one last look at the moon and stars and drove underwater holding your breath.

Gravity usually pulls you up, but gravity seems to keep you down. When you were completely surrounded by nothing but your thoughts. You close your eyes, letting yourself float as you sink even deeper.

'Please, make my heart into a beautiful, pleasing seashell that can live on for days and days to come.'

Your nightgown and hair were floating with you as you descended. You hoped that the waters would carry you to a peaceful place. As water filled your lungs, you struggled underneath the hold death held on you.

You never wanted this, never wanted death, but if death meant ultimate peace, you would surely let it take you.

Unbeknownst to you, a certain merman heard you. You, a poor, sicky human, have been accepted by the Sea God himself.

You heard a siren-like voice sing in an ancient language. It was pleasing to hear. You opened your eyes, hoping to see a whale, but it was hard to see as your vision started getting blurry, but you could see the outline of a fish... or a tail? A merman...

You thought you were only hallucinating; how beautiful to see a merman at your approaching death. You closed your eyes again, letting yourself be consumed by the sea.

You felt a pair of hands cupping your cheeks; you wanted to look, but your eyes felt so heavy. The hands caressed your cheeks almost lovingly. Then, it went to your lips, rubbing them with its thumb. A kiss that felt soft and good gave you the gift of breathing underwater.

But you were still dying.

The hands slowly went to your neck, caressing it, and lowered down to your chest in the direction of your heart. You felt the string of fate mend your heart to perfection.

You opened your eyes to see a merman with dusky purple hair and bluish-pink eyes. The merman had iridescent light blue scales surrounding his skin and fish-like ears that you were sure would sting you if you touched them.

You looked down weakly to see an iridescent light blue tail that looked more beautiful than anything you'd seen in your life. You were sure, the merman was about 8 feet. The attracting tail swayed back and forth as you followed its movements.

The merman smiled, seeing how you gazed at his tail. He gently supported you in his arms, lifting your body and wrapping your legs around his waist. The merman didn't want to be apart from you.

His smooth fingers gently raised your chin to look at him. Then, he grabbed your wrists, placing them around his neck so you would feel more secure in his hold.

"I heard your cry. Oh, weary human." A melodious voice spoke with a lamentable expression cascading his ravishing face.

"I have accepted your heart, as is." The merman looked towards your now healed chest, gone from any scars on your body. It's almost like he knew of your suffering. Your miserable life.

"Now, won't you be my bride, mm?" He waited for your answer as he slowly glided his hand down your leg.

"Won't you be mine?" You were trembling; being affectionately cared for by an oceanic ancient creature was transcending.

You simply gave him a slow and unsure nod as you pulled him in for a hug, hiding your face away from him. You heard chuckling escape the merman.

The merman started rubbing your back in soothing motions. This merman saved your life, took your pain away, and mended it into something beautiful.

"This is your home now."

[ayaamoo]

🐈‍⬛

[ledetlore]

Genasi: Windproof Lighter

The wind howled around them, the wooden planks of the pier groaning beneath their heels and boots. The sea was restless tonight, waves slapping against the docked ships, their ropes straining as if they, too, were eager to escape into the open water. Somewhere down the pier, lantern light flickered, catching glimpses of shadows moving in and out of view—marks, gamblers, smugglers, and soon, victims.

Kremy lifted a cigarette to his lips, rolling it between his fingers before slipping it between his teeth. He struck his lighter once. Nothing. Twice. Still nothing. The wind snatched the tiny flame away before it could catch, teasing him with every failed attempt.

“Shit,” he muttered, brows furrowing as his dress billowed around his legs. The wind kept pulling at him, tugging the fabric tight against his thighs one second, then sending it fluttering around his knees the next. It was dramatic, theatrical—every gust tugging up, revealing more of his thin black stockings, always just low enough to keep the swell of his thigh hidden.

Gideon swallowed hard, tearing his gaze away before his brain could get any worse ideas. Instead, he lifted a hand and let a small flame flicker to life at the tip of his finger.

Kremy paused, then arched a brow before stepping in, cupping Gideon’s hand with one of his own as he leaned in to light the cigarette. He was close—too close—the sharp scent of tobacco mixing with his cheap perfume, the soft click of his heel against the wooden dock barely audible as he adjusted his stance. The flame danced in the hollow between them, flickering wildly before catching at the end of the cigarette.

Kremy inhaled, the ember glowing red, then exhaled slow and steady, letting the smoke curl into the salty night air.

Gideon was still, watching how his boots curved into shadows and trying to not look as his boss adjusted a bra strap.

Kremy smirked, noticing. But, for once, he said nothing.

Instead, he turned toward the distant figures on the pier, adjusting his glove as if he hadn’t just accidentally stolen every thought from Gideon’s head.

“Come on, Mr Coal,” he murmured, rolling his cigarette between his fingers. “Time to make someone a whole lot poorer.”

Gideon blinked. Right. The con.

He clenched his jaw, forcing his mind back on track as he followed Kremy into the night, trying very, very hard not to think about how his hand still felt warm from where Kremy's fingers hand brushed it.

NSFW and Original under cut! Oooh, you wanna see Kremy in lingerie soooo badddd🌀🌀🌀

I have found myself obsessed with vintage ads. I cannot stop my hands. they must create.

There will be more as I go through more ads, I am just having fun!

[babyb1ues]

Love all the cute things xavier is associated with,,, stars moon cats bunnies cherries starlight plants forgetmenots…

he’s literally 🌠🐰🌙🍒💫🌸👑🐱🪴✨🌌

cutest aesthetic ever

[wewerealwaysthere]

[kris48]

Vintage: Lads having wrestlingfun on the attic...

[devils-acre]

art dump hee hoo

[dailydccomics]

Legion of Super-Heroes in Justice League Europe Annual #2

[daguerreotyping]

Postcard depicting the aftermath of Mensur (a student duel in which the goal is less to avoid injury than to take it stoically and wear the resulting scars as badges of honor), Heidelberg, Germany, c. 1900s

[european-love-hotel]

[godzilla-reads]

My mother has quite the Albert Payson Terhune collection of collie books. These are fun to find, plus they’re great books for getting you out of a reading slump since Terhune’s writing is very anecdotal. When I’m in a reading block, my mom will often hand me one of these books to read.

[vintage-tech]

Smootharc Scotty.

[bismuthburnsblue]

hi, its another part of design a dress! time for a bonus poll, andddd some very preliminary patterning notes !!

to recap, we are making: a sleeveless, circle skirt shirtdress, with a wing collar & dotted mesh overlay.

so, first off! i bought little pink flower buttons that i think compliment the fabric quite nicely!

and i was thinking, maybe there should be piping around the collar? i feel like the wing collar is the main feature of this dress, but it might blend a little too much into the rest, but putting hot pink flat piping around it will really highlight it! if i did do it, id be doing it pretty much as narrow as i could make it, just a hint of a line.

There are 2 dilemmas with this though- the first, obvious one, is i worry itll maybe look too pyjama-y. Thats the most common context you'd see piping like that, and not the image im trying to evoke. The secondary issue is with there i stop. The collar is gonna run directly into the buttons and right down to the hem of the skirt, leaving no clear stopping point. i could taper it off at the roll of the collar, or go down the shirt section of the buttonstand and disappear at the waist, or i could go all the way down- though i think maybe thats too far? i would be interested to hear what you think!

And now some fun notes about the very start of the pattern! i still dont want to commit to a timeline on this, but it is sparking my interest right now, so i may dip into some mock ups soon :)

Im thinking that im gonna use my Flora pattern as a jumping off point- princess seams seem like the sensible choice to me- doing darts with two layers of fabric is always... fiddly, so i think im going to sacrifice some of the impact of the print to have those be two separate pieces (technically i Could pattern match. but i wont.)(its gonna be hard to do with the shape of the pieces & inefficient on fabric usage, which is already a problem because its directional) theres gonna need to be some adjustments made- mostly to the centre front panel, between the grown on button stand & collar, but i think the bones are good!

Ive been studying grown on collars a bit too- its hard to find specific information for wing collars, but i think the concepts the same. im going to have to do a complete facing for the collar because of the layers (this is also why piping should be a straight forward add in, theres already a seam there anyway), and i was thinking of dragging it across to make a bastardised neck & armhole facing. it should give a nice clean finish to everything that way! technically, i could just do a complete lining, but i think id at least like to try it this way & see how it goes! Ive poked around very roughly with the way the fabric needs to fold and i really think it might come out looking good!

[frankenbuggee]

I had the sudden need to draw Devious and his son, Artemy as Chickens once again! Context

But this time with the funky comic style I’m now using!🖤

Just a villain and his son as chickens uwu

[fashioninpaper]