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I have lots of ideas and no followthrough lol
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April,,,, the woman that you are,,,, <3
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Alphonse Mucha
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Ukrainian opera singer Solomiya Krusheļnytska
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I'll be in this dark cave if any of my mutuals wanna link up or somethn
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a compilation of my art for the overwrought agent :-)
nemesis spoilers under this cut
she’s part of my nemesis 2 storyline where she was a nemesis pc before scuba who lost her daughter, but didn’t kill cups and chose instead to revive her daughter. however she feels a very intense guilt over not killing cups and after meeting scuba and hearing that it wants to kill wines she is just full of reawakened grief again. i love her deeply… my grieving mom oc… </3
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persona is locked in the waswood in mental exile. she cannot come out because she is currently no longer part of edison - she was, but not is. and some might suppose it is a cruel yet ultimately ironic punishment for her, until she can be trusted again
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This is why writers abandon stories. It’s not that we don’t love them, it’s because we don’t want to love them alone.
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L'Art et la mode, no. 39, vol. 31, 24 septembre 1910, Paris. Costume de velours pékiné noir et blanc garni de velours noir incrusté de médaillons perlés “bleu de nuit” sur tulle noir. Bandes de renard. (Black and white Pekin velvet dress trimmed with black velvet inlaid with “midnight blue” pearl medallions on black tulle. Fox stripes.) Imp. d'art L. Lafontaine, Paris. Bibliothèque nationale de France
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songs to sink ships to (who gave this freak an ipod, anyway)
i mentioned the very silly "what if you gave twitch modern music" playlist, here it is (so far), it's a mess<3
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persona is locked in the waswood in mental exile. she cannot come out because she is currently no longer part of edison - she was, but not is. and some might suppose it is a cruel yet ultimately ironic punishment for her, until she can be trusted again
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1/9 ambrotype
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after eight years, I finally updated my huge Historical Fashion Reference & Resources Doc! Now in the form of a MUCH more easily updated Google Doc with better organization, refreshed links, and five more pages of books and online resources.
I know tumblr hates links, but it’s worth it for a doc that I can now update with far more regularity going forward! RIP to the original, you did your duty for far longer than you should have. 😔🙏🏼
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L'Art et la mode, no. 37, vol. 15, 15 septembre 1894, Paris. Dessin de Boutet de Monvel. Bibliothèque nationale de France
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what if 9/11 was steampunk and they were clock towers and they were hit by zeppelins
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Young man with bowtie, circa 1855 daguerreotype. His tie has a stripe pattern and is worn with an all-round collar.
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"Rescue me from the mire; do not let me sink." During the fourth iteration of 1899, when everyone thought him gone for good, one Sir Edison Hollingsworth draws himself from the depths of literary circles, and leaves, in the wake of his passing, the pages of a manuscript. Nobody sees him deliver these pages, mind — some believe it was an individual rifling around in the ashy remnants of his home, publishing the details of his life posthumously, whereas others imagine it is the Laureate's final bow on the Neath's stage, to, perhaps, show them what-for. This autobiography is no letter to anyone, and, yet, it is a letter to all; one might call it a cautionary tale, or a sob, adrift on a sea of misery.
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