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fripperiesandfobs · 11 months
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Robe à la française ca. 1750-60
From Cora Ginsburg
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vincentbriggs · 6 months
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I made a pair of gloves based on the pattern diagrams in Diderot's 1765 Encyclopedia. This is my 3rd time making gloves, but my first time using actual nice new leather for it. (The first pair I ever made was re-used leather from an old jacket, and it was weak and tore, and the second pair was re-used suede from a skirt which had next to no stretch.)
These are made from a goatskin I've had in my stash for years, and which is a bit thicker than I'd prefer and not a very nice shade of greyish off-white, but I wanted to be sure my pattern was perfect before cutting into the nice lambskin I bought more recently.
I first drew up my glove pattern back in 2018, and made a few slight changes before sewing it up this time, and even more changes afterwards. (Photograph is of the pattern after all these changes.) I found that the first finger I sewed up was too big, so I trimmed down all my fourchettes before sewing up the rest of them, and narrowed the pattern pieces accordingly. The thumb fits quite badly here too, so I lengthened it and nipped in the sides where it was too loose.
They only took about 9 hours total, and I didn't get any progress photos, but will hopefully remember to next time.
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dimity-lawn · 2 months
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From the Trial Account of Thomas Booth for Conspiracy, 16th January 1765. (Old Bailey Reference Number: t17650116-43).
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Hello.
I just wanted to say that Aziraphale's French teacher's name literally translates to "Mr. Nightingale"
That's all,
Bye.
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michaelgabrill · 2 years
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S.1760 A bill to designate the community-based outpatient clinic of the Department of Veterans Affairs planned to be built in Oahu, Hawaii, as the "Daniel Kahikina Akaka Department of Veterans Affairs Community-Based Outpatient Clinic". is a new law of the land. Check it out! https://ift.tt/Nz6lwqp
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could you tell me more about spoonflower? i'm interested in uploading my own designs, but i'm not entirely sure how it works or how much it pays. thank you!
Sure! When you first upload your design, it'll look like this.
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The standard DPI for printing on all the fabric sites I've seen is 150, and since I made this pattern at 200 DPI that means Spoonflower will print it bigger than I want it unless I change it here. So I click on the "change DPI" thing, type in "200" and click "change". Sometimes I find it doesn't save, so I always go back later to check and make sure it did save the right DPI.
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(You can avoid this by just changing your image to the right DPI before uploading, but sometimes I want the option to make it a bit bigger, just in case.)
If you want to make multiple sizes of the same pattern available you'll have to upload a different version for each one and change the size individually. For example, I drew my Bathroom Dinosaurs pattern pretty large and at 150 DPI, and left that as is for the big version.
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But I wanted a small version too, so for that one I changed it to 670 pixels per inch so it'd print much smaller.
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You write in the title, tags, and description, and you can put any links to other pages or references in the "Additional Details" section.
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(Leaving links isn't usually necessary, but sometimes it is, like how I wanted to leave a link to the original 1760's teapot for my crinoid fossil pattern.)
At this point, you can order things printed with your design, but nobody else can yet. You have the option to show the design publicly, but I like to keep it private until I've ordered my proofs and can sell it.
Now, to order proofs! DO NOT GET THE CUT SWATCHES!!! They are SO much more expensive than getting a fill-a-yard, because cutting and packaging all the little pieces is a lot of extra labour. Wether you have a few designs, or a lot, just get a fill-a-yard.
To make a fill-a-yard you first need to make a collection. Collections can be either public or private, so I keep a private collection called "new designs to proof", and I put all my new designs in there until I've ordered them. You can also add other people's patterns to a collection, so if you have extra space to fill up or you want little bits of a bunch of other people's patterns for a quilt or something, add whatever you want to your collection.
On the collections page when you hover your mouse over one you'll see a little patchwork symbol show up in the middle along the bottom edge, and you click on that.
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That'll take you here, and you choose a layout and a fabric.
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For some reason the fabric options here are a bit limited and vary depending on the layout. I like to get either the 1 yard/42 designs in cotton poplin, or the 2 yards/48 designs in cotton sateen, but there are plenty more you could try.
I'll click the latter for this example. (The squares in this one are the perfect size for pleated face masks, and I have a few made from mine and my friend's fabrics.)
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Then you just click on a design and click on however many squares/rectangles you want it to fill. It usually takes a few seconds for them to show up.
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You can have just one little sample of each, or you could make half the fabric be one design and fill up the rest with little samples. (That's what I did for my brown monster waistcoat - I printed juuuust enough of a fill-a-yard to cut out a waistcoat from, and the rest was other samples.)
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You can change it around if you want. Once you're happy with it, put it in the cart and buy it!
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I'm not going to order this one since it's an example with designs I've already proofed, but here's what my monster patterns looked like when they arrived.
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Also, I want to point out that you could VERY easily make some really fun pride flags using the fill-a-yard! You might have to have it be only part of the fabric, depending on the number of stripes, but you could make it be any texture or pattern you want. Here's a quick example I did with other people's patterns by searching "(colour) marble texture".
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With only 4 stripes I'd have to fill the rest of the space in with something else and cut it off, but it would still be pretty big! (The edge of that purple stripe looks jagged in the preview, but they print perfectly straight.)
I have not done this, but someone should! Just wash it, trim the blank edges off, hem it, and you've got a flag!
(Don't do this with the 2 yards/4 designs option though, it looks like nice stripes in the thumbnail but it's made for infinity scarves and there's a gap and dotted line down the middle for cutting. Bleh.)
Anyways, once your samples arrive you can make the designs available for sale! If you have any changes you'd like to make, to the size it prints at or the pattern itself, you can make them now.
I found the small version of the Bathroom Dinosaurs print was too small when I first got my proofs, so I just reduced the DPI a bit.
And you can replace the image with a new, edited version by clicking "upload revision".
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So when my brown coffin pattern printed really washed out and grey, I replaced it with a more saturated version and was good to go, no need to order another proof.
Down at the bottom of the design editing page you can now click on the options to list it publicly, and to sell it on fabric and/or wallpaper. I make all of them available on fabric, and some on wallpaper if I deem them to be appropriately large.
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They'll pay you 10% of the sales price of the fabric, or slightly more if you sell over a certain amount in a month. There's a whole page of questions and answers about it.
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You also get a 10% discount if you order fabrics with your own designs. (Although, personally, if I'm ordering my own designs on fabrics for me then I'd prefer to get them from somewhere like ArtFabrics, since they use reactive dyes instead of inks, so their blacks actually print black and don't make the fabric stiffer like Spoonflower's do. And also because they're here in Canada so there's less shipping cost. Sadly they don't have an option to sell your designs though.)
Spoonflower also has weekly design contests which are announced a few weeks in advance and have pretty big store credit prizes (the first place one is 200 USD), and I've entered a few times, but I don't vote often because Spoonflower is such a huge site that there are frequently over a thousand entries and it's really time consuming to scroll through them all.
Ok, that's everything I can think of! I also put all my patterns on sone things on Redbubble, since they have options for repeating patterns on some things.
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sordidmusings · 6 months
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Switching Up Roles - Part 1/2 (Buggy x Reader)
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A/N: So the request got insaaaaanely out of hand cuz I can't shut the fuck up about this stupid clown 🙃 In the future I gotta have requests ask for headcanons, full fic, or headcanons with drabbles in the future so I can put a cap on my brain lol I had also been wanting to write Switch!Buggy learning to embrace the sub part of himself. I wanted to get part of it out and the set up cuts off pretty cleanly here. There is a taste of smut in it, but it stays with the style of the exposition for the most part instead of really delving into it.
Word count: ~1760 (The draft is at 8100 rn 🧍🏻‍♀️)
Warnings: afab!reader (no pronouns), switch!reader, switch!Buggy, NSFW, p in v, creampie, they're like probably too into each other, Buggy leans towards opla Buggy, I have a propensity to just keep sentences going man
I hope you enjoy a taste and thank you for your patience 🙏🏻
Part 2
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You’d always had a hunch about Buggy. It started with little things like how his grunts and moans would sometimes slip in and out of something more whiny and breathy. How the look in his eyes would turn from something rabid and devouring into something desperate and uncertain. Maybe he was just more comfortable using the whole range of his voice than most men. Maybe that look just came from the insecurity in him that you were constantly trying to wring out with every lingering hug and reassuring whisper.
Speaking of those, he drank them up like an addict. Now, it’s not like you think it’s abnormal to enjoy soft touches and sweet words; everyone wants those from their partner in one form or another. The thing is, Buggy seemed to hang on those words with extra ardor. He’d focus on you like nothing else existed. He’d twist and turn both himself and his comfort zone in order to receive them. Whenever he accomplished something, whether it was as big as defeating a new enemy or as small as making a new joke, he would turn his face to seek you out like a plant’s leaves reaching to feel the sun. He’d go to you whenever he was uncertain. Difficult announcements were made with you within arm’s reach, vital decisions were made with you sitting thigh to thigh, and battles were fought with the two of you back to back.
Despite his status as captain, Buggy was always following you. Of course, he was the one in charge, the one who gave orders, but you were the one for whom he would change those orders or redirect his path. When you entered a room, he was the one to go to you. It was only on rare occasions that he’d order you to him like an owner would a dog. His calls for you were greetings, that is if he wasn’t getting up to lead you in himself. Buggy did know how to demand but he preferred to handle you with invitations. 
Even so, you were well versed in Buggy leading you to touch or lay where and how he wanted. The extending months of your relationship have been filled with the two of you pushing and pulling at each other, empty of any thoughts and aims other than the need you had for each other. He has growled out commands and desires, expecting you to do just as he asked and he fit the role of manhandling you into a compliant sub very well. There were times when it seemed to be just that though - a role. Not every time; the more starved for your body he seemed, the more he’d take you just how he wanted. Now that you were months in and the pent up “what if”s were easing into the new joy of deep connection, his need for your body settled to hunger while his appetite for connecting to You became insatiable. Being able to allocate more time to exploring each other let latent behaviors break through the frantic way that you two tried to consume one another. Buggy had always aimed for your pleasure, hitting steady bullseyes, but now he was consciously seeking it and looking for new avenues to sate you and file them away for the future. He gained the clarity to observe while he was flooding himself with you.
You also noticed that with this change of pace came his need to chase your movements. You don’t think Buggy was even aware of the way he would lean his body towards you no matter the time or place, the way he would follow your lips whenever you pulled away, or the way his body would seek out your hands and happily mold to their movements like you were an artist working with clay. There was the way he seemed almost relieved when you would guide him. It appeared that he savored the time to unload the responsibility of decisions onto someone else but he had never known anyone he could trust to give him that peace before.
You understood that need. The rush you got when you only had to think of pleasing him and then hearing him tell you how good you were at doing just that? It was euphoria all on its own. It had you feeling like you knew in your core that you were doing something right and that you were making your love feel good - feel proud and happy. While you enjoyed partaking in it yourself, you had no problem taking control to give that to Buggy. Honestly it was a dynamic that was sounding tastier by the day. Seeing him act out of need for your direction and approval made you crave it more each time. You were eager to see him when he loses himself in the role of being what you want. You’re positive he’d take to it well; all you want is him after all, but now that he’s given pieces of himself to you, you want all of him. You want him to expose his needs to you, right down to the core of his desires, so that you could feel the thrill of holding that trust and vulnerability. You want to prove to him that he is always safe with you and that you can fulfill all that he wants and more.
One night a few weeks back, you got the final evidence you needed to feel confident labeling him as a switch like yourself. It was one of the few times Buggy was letting you ride him when he was close (he seemed to be embarrassed of the way it would pull out higher pitched moans from him, no matter how you complimented them), and he had let himself fall further into acting without thought than he usually would beneath you. His typical grapple with composure was replaced by him melting into bliss, leaving you a Buggy who was slack-jawed, glassy eyed, and trembling. You could still feel some hesitancy in the way he kept making his eyes focus on you even when they wanted to roll back or the way he would reign in his volume after a particularly (and deliciously) loud moan. His hands still went through the motions of guiding your hips, but this time your hips were pushing into that heavy grip instead of his hold directing the bounce and grind of your body on his.
Even though the feeling of his cock splitting you open and rubbing deliciously from your clenching entrance to the deepest stretch of your cunt left you struggling for thought, you were determined to keep an eye out for his tells that he would try to flip you back over. Whenever Buggy blinked some focus back into his eyes, you leaned down and captured his panting mouth in sloppy kisses. His eagerness to feel your swollen lips and teasing tongue made it easy to kiss his mind back into a blur. When he planted a hand down and sat himself up, you tightened your core to clench down on him and changed to the heavy grinds that made him weak with the way he could feel every hot, plush inch of you gripping him. He fell down to his elbow, but when you followed him to nibble at his ear and fill it with moans, he lost all his strength and collapsed back on the bed.
You kept at it because you needed to cum on top of him. The promise of a body shaking orgasm always came to you in the squeeze of your thighs around his waist, the grind of his pelvis on your clit, the way you could change your angle to have the head of his cock massaging whichever spot felt the most electric in the moment. It took hold of your mind with the way you got to look down on him spread out beneath you while he looked up at you with that desperate face. You could see how steeped he was in pleasure and need from his furrowed brow and shining eyes. Buggy always fell into the most beautiful, incoherent mess when you were the one leading him. His long blue hair spread out wildly, the few strands sticking to his face bringing out his pink flush. His gorgeous eyes, highlighted by stripes of blue makeup and long fluttering lashes, glistened up at you. His painted red mouth looked all the more tempting with how his kiss-wet lips parted for him to gasp in air and breathe out moans.
With little warning, Buggy sobbed out an overwhelmed, “Fuuu-hah-huuuuck,” and the next thing you knew strong hands yanked you down and he trapped you close in an iron grip. His forehead dug into your neck and his humid breath tingled down your chest. All you could feel, hear, smell was Buggy - so much burning skin, jumbled curses, lingering sea salt. His hands scrambled on your back, pulling you closer like he needed it to live, and amidst all the sensation you felt his cock pressed tight into you, twitching heavily with each wave of hot cum it pumped into you. It shoved you immediately far over the edge and you curled into him, squeezing and shaking and grabbing and gasping. You got what you were promised and your body shook, letting you get extra jolts of friction against his still pulsing cock.
The come down was slow and lethargic with the two of you molded to each other and unwilling to leave the moment behind. Your breaths eventually slowed while you both enjoy giving and receiving little trailing touches. Your brain was high from the intense orgasm and the building joy that you can finally open the door on this aspect of your relationship where Buggy lets himself submit.
That is, until he ruins it. 
Both of you were too tired to say much of anything through the swift cleanup and release to slumber. You didn’t think anything of it, because it wasn’t the first time it happened. You did start to catch on to Buggy’s avoidance when he would find convenient ways to dance around the topic or disappear when you were leading up to it. It became unquestionable when he started to run out of clever escape routes. The final straw was when you approached him with an “I wanna talk about the other night” and he did a 180 with a panicked “forgot some captain stuff for the thing” yelled back to you. So you let it drop. For a time.
You spotted your opportunity just over three weeks after you’d dropped the subject. Buggy continued to slip around you for almost two of those weeks, approaching you with the same caution a child would when entering a haunted house on a dare. He held the same nervous excitement and insatiable curiosity too. The whole time, you pretended that you hadn’t noticed. You were well practiced in the art of playing blind; Buggy wore his emotions on his sleeve whether he wanted to or not, and he loved that you would let him pretend some of it didn’t happen. Even though he knew you sometimes played it to your advantage and still let most of your comments and cackles out during his outbursts and foibles. He just paid you back for those with his own tricks and teasing and all’s fair in love and war.
You knew not to strike right away. You needed to reaaaaally let him settle back into normalcy between you two so that The Incident wasn’t on his mind. Not that you’d been able to get it out of yours; you were endlessly replaying the memory of him being seized by instinct and impulse so violently that he clung to you like he could never be close enough while you made him cum so hard that his dick felt like someone was jolting a toy inside you. Whether the imagery came to you on purpose or involuntarily, it always had you squirming and looking for some way to get off.
Today had been especially filled with that memory, but luck was on your side, finally ready to reward you for your patience. Buggy had been getting a bit exhausted recently, prepping the crew, the ship, and everything on it for a risky raid happening next week. It would be the culmination of a few months planning, and he had been running himself ragged making sure that everything would go smoothly. And, when it didn’t, there was a backup plan and at least two more backup plans for that one. 
He had been seeking rest from you more than interaction the past few days - falling asleep almost immediately after getting back to his room late, giving you long hugs where he’d close his eyes if only for a minute and let you hold up some of his weight, scarfing down his food so he could power nap with his head on your thigh while you finished your own meal. If he was doing something that only needed one hand, he’d send the other to you so he could have the comfort of your touch and the pick me up from feeling your occasional squeeze on it. He had to find and stop you the time you decided to massage his overworked hand, because the relaxing feeling had him zoning out through full conversations.
All that to say, the man clearly needed someone to force a break on him and take care of him. Just as clearly, Buggy was needing that care from you so much that he was allowing himself to seek you out in ways that he (wrongfully) feared would annoy or drain you. His exhaustion outweighing that sea-sized insecurity of his was the cue you’d been looking out for. If he really didn’t want to be submissive to you then that’s fine, but you’d be damned if it was just his own negative self-talk keeping the two of you from feeling that way again or from bonding even closer with another dynamic to exchange trust and affection. After all, that act of trust being met with affection is one of the best ways to chip away at his self-doubt and self-loathing.
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More to come - hope you enjoyed 🤍
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nonsensical-pixels · 10 months
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SYBOULETTE'S CANDY NURSERY CONVERTED TO THE SIMS 2 🍭
my previous conversions of syb's nursery sets can be found here: dreamy toddler 👶🏽| little dino 🐱‍🐉
hi everyone! @syboubou released their candy nursery set some time back in april to celebrate the release of ts4's growing together expansion pack, and i DESPERATELY wanted it for ts2! it's so, so adorable! so i did what i do, and almost two months later... here we are! i'm finally done converting the ENTIRE set! 🥳💃🏽
altogether there are 23 buy items, many of them functional, and 3 build assets: 2 wallpapers, 1 carpet floor. i'm immensely pleased with how it all turned out! it should pair well with my dreamy toddler conversions (linked above) and also my 4t2 conversion of madlen's kei baby care kit!
credits go to @syboubou for the amazing original set! it's simply perfection! 💝
there are two versions in the download below: a merged version, and an unmerged version. yes, the download is just THAT big. please pick only one! a collection file has also been prepared for convenience's sake.
DOWNLOAD: SFS | MF 🧁
keep reading below the cut to read what you need to read! and see what you need to see!
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things to note
a readme.txt is also included in the download!
the changing table does not actually come with a bin. so unless you place the decorative trash bin next to it, your sims will be throwing their trash into the void.
the crib is unanimated. i tried my best but the mapping and the way the model was made simply would not accomodate any animations without looking even worse 😫
the dresser is just decor. i use the gussy up mod in my game so my sims rarely use wardrobes. plus, the original dresser's structure made it impossible to be animated 😅
the way that the playmat works in the previews above is actually as a rug. i made an invisible recolor of the sims 2 store playmat (included in the download) and layered it over the decorative one so that it's 'functional'! if you just want the playmat as a rug, you can delete this.
the toddler bed is cloned from @themediocresulk's toddler beds as pet beds so that it's less buggy and your toddlers can get in or out whenever you want them to! you may want to grab this mod so that they gain more motives.
items included
taken directly from that readme.txt.
buy mode:
Baby Shoes Box -> 318 polys, $49 Beehive Ceiling Lamp -> 900 polys, $99 Bookcase -> 489 polys, $249 Books -> 84 polys, $49 Cat Plushie -> 840 polys, $39 Changing Table -> 349 polys, $249 Cloud Rug -> 2 polys, $49 Crib -> 1788 polys, $399 Diapers Box -> 772 polys, $9 Dresser -> 76 polys, $699 Hanging Plant -> 506 polys, $19 High Chair -> 1048 polys, $249 Mirror -> 270 polys, $149 Ottoman -> 316 polys, $89 Playmat -> 1584 polys, $249 Potty -> 112 polys, $99 Rabbit Lamp -> 912 polys, $35 Rocking Egg Chair -> 1760 polys, $379 Shelves -> 168 polys, $89 Toddler Bed -> 1855 polys, $349 Toy Rattle -> 432 polys, $49 Trash Bin -> 222 polys, $39 Vanity Case -> 1436 polys, $29
build mode:
Floor Carpet -> 26 swatches, $1 Wallpaper Panelling Paint -> 56 swatches, $1 Wallpaper Panelling Pattern -> 32 swatches, $1
misc:
a recolor of the sims 2 store's baby dangle monster playmat is also included. if you want to use it, you'll need the original mesh from the store download.
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phew, that was a LONG, but satisfying, post to write! i hope everyone enjoys these conversions as much as i do! i had a lot of fun making them 💝
have a lovely day simming everyone! don't be afraid to reach out to me if there's any issues with this download. though as always, keep in mind...
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cheers ~ 🥂
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queenie-official · 4 months
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‘The Royal Heart’ Bridgerton Au!Anakin series Masterlist
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pairing: Bridgerton Au!Anakin Skywalker x Fem!Reader
Summary: reader is the crown princess of Alderaan and it’s almost time for her to be crowned queen. only a problem presents itself, her people question her power because she doesn’t have a husband. when the royal court take it into there own hands to find a royal to marry she is forced to find a way to make it work
a/n: i try to describe very vaguely what reader looks like so anyone can place themselves in her shoes while reading 💋 all photos used are just for aesthetics and general reference. i am 100% not claiming this to be time accurate 😭 im definitely taking creative liberties. also for reference though, i picture this happening around the 1760’s so if anything this is more of a reverse Queen Charlotte bridgerton story au
The royal heart on ao3
The royal Heart on Wattpad
Chapter 1: To Find A King posted: 11/22/23
Chapter 2: From Kingdom To Kingdom posted: 11/23/23
Chapter 3: First Impressions posted: 11/24/23
Chapter 4: The Groom To Be posted: 11/25/23
Chapter 5: A Royal Wedding posted: 11/26/23
Chapter 6: The Truth posted: 11/27/23
Chapter 7: Something New posted: 11/29/23
Chapter 8: Coronation Day posted: 11/29/23
Chapter 9: The Uncovered Tragedy posted: 11/30/23
Chapter 10: In Sickness And In Health posted: 12/3/23
Chapter 11: The Murder Of A Monarch posted: 12/3/23
Chapter 12: A Royal Scandal posted: 12/5/23
Chapter 13: One Thousand Apologies posted: 12/7/23
chapter 14: Distractions posted: 12/13/23
Chapter 15: Meet the Family posted: 12/13/23
Chapter 16: Great Big Race posted: 12/13/23
Chapter 17: A Royal Ball posted: 12/13/23
brief PSA posted: 1/8/24
brief PSA 2.0 (corsets!) posted: 2/13/24
Chapter 18: A New Era posted: 2/14/24
….more to come!
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fatehbaz · 2 months
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There is a direct connection between the expansion of [...] new [coffee] consumer culture in Europe [...] and the expansion of plantation slavery in the Caribbean. [...] [S]lave-based coffee was more important to the Dutch [Netherlands] economy than previously [acknowledged] [...]. [T]he phenomenal growth of [plantation slavery in] Saint Domingue [the French colony of Haiti] was partly made possible by the export market along the Rhine that was opened up by the Dutch Republic. [...] [E]arly in the eighteenth century, the Dutch and French began production in their respective West Indian colonies [the Caribbean] [...]. [C]offee was still a very exclusive product in Europe. [...] From the late 1720s, [...] in the Netherlands [...] coffee was especially widespread [...]. From the late 1750s the volume of Atlantic coffee production [...] increased significantly. It was at that time that the habit of drinking coffee spread further inland [...] [especially] in Rhineland Germany [...] [and] inland Germany [due to Dutch shipments via the river].
Although its consumption may not have been as widespread as the tea-sugar complex in Britain, there certainly was a similar ‘coffee-sugar complex’ in continental Europe [...] spread during the eighteenth century [...]. The total amount of coffee imported to Europe (excluding the Italian [...] trade) was less than 4 million pounds per year during 1723–7 and rose to almost 100 million pounds per year around 1788 [...]. In 1790 [...] almost half of the value of [Dutch] exports over the Rhine [to Germany] was coffee. [...]
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The rising prices in the 1760s encouraged more investment in coffee in Dutch Guiana and the start of new plantations in Saint Domingue [Haiti]. Production in Saint Domingue skyrocketed and surpassed all the others, so that this colony provided 60% of all the coffee in the world by 1789. [Necessitating more slave labor. The Haitian revolution would manifest about a decade later.] [...]
In French historiography, the ‘Dutch problems’ are considered to be the slave revolts (the Boni-maroon wars) [at Dutch plantations]. [...] France made use of the Dutch ‘troubles’ to expand its market share and coffee production in Saint Domingue [Haiti], which accelerated at an exponential rate. [...]
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[T]he Dutch Guianas [were] producing over a third of the coffee consumed in Europe [...] [by] 1767. The Dutch were the first Europeans to bring coffee cultivation under [substantial] European control [...]. Additionally, the Dutch regularly shipped and traded about one fifth of French coffee [most of which was produced by slaves in Haiti]. The Dutch flooded the Rhine region with coffee and sugar, creating a lasting demand for both commodities, as the two are typically consumed together. [...]
[T]he history of the slave-based coffee production in Surinam and Saint Domingue [Haiti] was pivotal in starting the mass consumption of coffee in Europe. [...] Coffee was a relatively ‘new’ product to Europeans: in one century coffee changed from being a [...] novelty [...] in [...] [urban] capitals to [...] [a product consumed regularly by many people]. The Dutch merchant-bankers organised coffee investment, enslavement, and planting and selling; [all] while not leaving the town of Amsterdam [...].
[This market] expansion ends in crisis [...] - a crisis caused by uprisings and revolutions, most notably, the Haitian one. Yet Germans still liked coffee. And the Dutch colonial merchant-banker[s] [...] learned something about [...] production, and perhaps also something about the role of the state in labour control: as soon as they could, they sent Johannes van der Bosch [governor-general of the East Indies] to Surinam and Java in order to solve the labour issues [by imposing the notoriously brutal cultuurstelsel "enforced planting" labour regime] and expand the colonial production of coffee.
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Text above by: Tamira Combrink. "Slave-based coffee in the eighteenth-century and the role of the Dutch in global commodity chains". Slavery & Abolition Volume 42, Issue 1, pages 15-42. Published online 28 February 2021. [Bold emphasis and some paragraph breaks/contractions added by me. Italicized text within brackets added by me.]
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Just look at this beautiful freshly restored 1882 Victorian with the mansard roof. It's in Stillwater, Minnesota, has 3bd 2ba, priced at $550K, and some lucky people already have a pending offer on it.
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I thought that they painted the wood black, but that's its natural color and patina. Note the original bell on the door.
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Enter directly into the living room and there're stairs, plus a cute alcove.
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Isn't this a sweet little niche to sit with a book or needlework, and a cup of tea.
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The living/dining room are an open concept layout.
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The kitchen was completely remodeled and is super cute. Plus, it has a nice-sized everyday dining area.
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Off the kitchen is a powder room with the cutest little sink.
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Nice stairs to the 2nd fl. has the perfect choice of carpet.
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Wow, this is a spacious main bd.
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And, the interior reflects the shape of the mansard roof.
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The secondary bedroom is just as lovely.
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And, here's the smaller 3rd bd. that is also very nice.
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What a sweet little claw foot tub.
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Sunny little yellow Victorian is a dollhouse and it's know as "Grandma Bean's Playhouse," to the family.
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There's a nice 2 car garage.
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A small stone patio in the garden.
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The cupola is the jewel in the crown.
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Plus there's a great view of the St. Croix River.
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fripperiesandfobs · 11 months
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Robe à la française ca. 1765-75
From the Museum of Vancouver
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vincentbriggs · 5 months
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And another pair of gloves. I'm quite pleased with these ones.
Back to the 1760's Diderot pattern cuff shape this time, and I wanted to try adding some decoration, so I painted art nouveau swirlies around the cuffs using leather dye. (Which is of course not historically accurate, but art nouveau and mid 18th century menswear go together so, so well.) My inspiration was a motif from an 1898 book, which I found on pinterest, and I re-drew it a few times until I had a version that I liked and that fit the glove.
I wasn't sure how to go about transferring the design accurately to the leather, so I ended up making a stencil and tracing it using a very fine tipped pen, then colouring it in with the dye. The dye was very easy to paint with, but putting it in a little dish made it dry out and thicken extremely fast, which was not so good. For the second glove I put the dye in a porcelain thimble, which was better, but next time I'll try to find something even smaller with even less exposed surface area to put the dye in. Or I could perhaps try leather paint instead. I'll have to hold off on wearing these until I've gotten some sort of finishing coating to protect the dye, because it's unfortunately smudged a bit from handling. I did do a sample specifically to test for this and it didn't smudge, but in the sewing up process the gloves got touched quite a bit more than the sample, alas. And it may be partly due to the aforementioned drying out and thickening, which left more dye on the surface.
The leather is lambskin from ItalianSkins on etsy, and they're sewn up using silk yarn that my mother gave me. (With a regular needle again, because the only leather needles I have are too big.)
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fallatyourfeet · 10 months
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Chasing Smiles (Thomas Shelby x Reader)
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Summary: It's been a really long time since you've seen Tommy's smile, so your hoping a day out together might help you find it.
Written For @runnning-outof-time 's 3K follower celebration Tales From the Flower Garden. Sorry it's taken soooo long K.
Word count: 1760
Warnings: Mostly fluff
A/N: It's been forever since I've written anything and this took a lot of broken sessions to complete (life's been increasingly hectic) so I hope this doesn't feel too disjointed.
Please feel free to send me a message/comment/ask, I would love to know what you think.
If you like this, please feel free to visit my blog and take a look around! You can find my masterlist in my bio.
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It was hard. Hard for you to see Tommy this way. Fragments were all you got these days. Fragments of the man you reluctantly farewelled to fulfill his duties on the battlefields of France. Like so many others he returned forever changed, weighed down by the heavy shadows that lingered in his head. Shadows that twisted his dreams into nightmares any time he finally found sleep. But at least he returned, for many did not. And for that you were thankful. Because a world without Tommy by your side was a world you couldn’t comprehend. But you missed his smile, his real smile. And that’s what you were in search of today. A few stolen moments together. Hoping it might help him forget his relentless ambitions for just long enough to let that smile emerge.  
The cabin of the car was quiet, the only noise interrupting the silence coming from the engine under the hood. Tommy’s mind had been particularly absent these past few days and you had given up trying to sustain any form of conversation between the two of you. But it wasn’t uncomfortable, and you knew he appreciated the fact you weren’t trying to fill the silence with meaningless chatter.
Taking your attention from the road, you glanced towards him, his gaze moving over the passing paddocks outside his passenger window. It was a glorious spring morning. The sun was soft and golden, spilling gently across the countryside. Bringing to life the remaining drops of dew left behind by the cool night air. Pasture after pasture adorned with countless liquid filled jewels. It was a beautiful sight, such a stark difference to the dull grey streets of Small Heath and you hoped Tommy was taking it all in.
With a gentle sigh, he turned to face you, his eyes brushing over your hands upon the steering wheel before settling on your face. He smiled softly, though it barely touched his lips, “So are you going to tell me where you’re taking me?”
After a few short moments you replied with a shake of your head, “You’ll find out soon enough, we’re nearly there.” Deciding you were being a little too cryptic, you elaborated, but only a little, “It’s somewhere my nan used to bring me as a child, I snuck up here yesterday just to make sure it was going to be worth it.”
It was a poor effort at being less cryptic. Tommy’s brows furrowed at your reply, but his intrigue peaked. You had told him many stories about your grandmother and all the fond memories you had of her, but he couldn’t recall a single story that would bring him here, an hour’s drive out of Birmingham. You could almost see his mind flicking through the catalogue of every conversation the two of you ever had, his expression was perplexed and utterly adorable, and you responded with an amused smile. Lifting a hand from the steering wheel, you pointed up ahead to a small country laneway, bordered on each side by a row of beautiful oaks, “It’s less than a minute’s drive down that laneway.”
Answering with a little nod, Tommy shifted in his seat, for the most part content that his growing impatience only needed to endure for a few more minutes. Turning down the old gravel road, the sun was all but hidden behind a thick canopy of oak leaves, the new spring growth was so full and lush allowing only scattered ribbons of light to stream through, stealing Tommy’s attention just long enough for you to notice. Giving you hope that just maybe this day wouldn’t be completely lost on him.
Reaching the end of the laneway, you let the tires roll to a stop and set the parking brake. Exiting the car, you waited for Tommy to come around and meet you, before slipping your hand in his. With a gentle tug he pulled you to his side and slipped his arm around your back, “Now why have you brought me here? It’s a track that leads nowhere.” Looking towards the gate blocking the road, he gestured to the sign attached, “It’s Private Property.”
You began walking backwards, pulling Tommy with you as you went, your expression playful and teasing, “I’ve known you for a long time now Tommy. Since when have you ever followed the rules?”
Dropping his hand, you hitched up your dress and began climbing the gate, leaving Tommy standing there, eyes wide and forehead creased, his voice baring a hint of amusement, “And since when did you break them?”
Jumping to the ground, you spun around and shrugged your shoulders, your features innocent but your words suggesting otherwise. “Maybe I’m not the good girl you think I am Tommy.”
Tommy smirked, and before you knew it, he was hitching a leg over the gate and landing on the ground beside you, his arms enclosing you against the fence. Moving his lips just an inch from yours, he replied, “Oh, don’t worry. You’ve never fooled me.”
Hovering there a moment, his lips threatened an enticing kiss, but before he could close the distance, you smiled wickedly and ducked under his arm to run away, thankful you had decided to wear your flats. And you knew exactly where you were running to. Moving only fast enough to keep ahead of Tommy’s quickening strides, you came to a stop just a few steps before the gentle decent down the familiar hillside of your childhood.
Once again, you found yourself spinning around, this time giggling like a carefree child. And Tommy was soaking up the sight of your joy. He was almost close enough to reach out and touch you now, and that was when he finally took his eyes from you and caught sight of the very thing you brought him here to see.
Stopping just shy of your reach, he staggered, a visible intake of air passing through his chest. Tommy’s gaze moved with wonder around the gentle hillside behind you, and across the entirety of the valley below. Never had he seen anything like it. Wildflowers. More wildflowers than he could comprehend. Thousands upon thousands… hundreds of thousands maybe, in all the colours of the rainbow. All of them dancing under the light spring breeze, like the gentle swell of an ocean. He was almost at a loss for words.
Stepping forward, Tommy enveloped you in his arms, never once taking his eyes from the landscape. Placing a chin to your head, he squeezed you, “So, the saying is true then.”
Resting your ear to his chest, you listened to the rhythmic beat of his heart for a silent moment before asking him to elaborate.
Cradling the nape of your neck, his fingertips gently lost themselves in your hair, “April showers bring May flowers.”
A string of warm memories flooded your thoughts, closing your eyes a moment you savoured them before looking up to him, the warmth of those memories evident in every one of your features, “My nan used to say that all the time.”
“I know. I remember.” Kissing the top of your head, he adjusted you in his arms so he could see you better, “But tell me… why are you only bringing me here now?” Taking another glance around, he continued. “This place is stunning.”
You nodded in agreeance, “It really is.” A flicker of impatience touched Tommy’s face when you failed to answer his question and you took a little too much joy from it. The sight of it triggering your playful side. You really were feeling a tiny bit wicked today. When his impatience was just about to get the better of him, you moved his hands to rest loosely against your waist, leaving yours placed gently upon his chest, your face as serious as you could possibly make it. “It’s a very special place to me… so I usually only share it with the people I love the most… but I decided to make an exception today and bring you.” Taking a step back from him, you waved your hands flippantly in the air, “I mean, I’ve brought my other boyfriend here loads of times.”
Tommy rested his hands on his hips, his face flooding with an expression you knew very well, an expression that had been missing for far too long, the sight of it lighting up your heart. Clearing his throat you could hear the amusement in his voice, “Oh really… So where is he today, couldn’t he make it?”
Shaking your head, you frowned, wiping away a single fake tear, “It’s quite sad, really. He told me he doesn’t love me anymore, that he’s found someone else. All this time he’s been seeing another woman behind my back. Can you believe it?”
Tommy rolled his eyes, and shook his head, “The gall of him.”
Taking a couple of steps back, you threw your hands on your hips, “I know right?” Sighing deeply, you gently kicked your foot across the grass taking another step back towards the flowers, “Hmmmm, I’m really going to miss him… His skills between the sheets were.” (You made a chef’s kiss gesture)
Tommy burst out laughing, he couldn’t help it, but he was done with your teasing. Lunging forward, he reached out to grab you, yet somehow you managed to slip from his grip, leaving him standing alone at the top of the hill, your beautiful spring dress billowing as you ran through the mass of wildflowers. And it wasn’t long before he took chase. Not that you were going to make it hard for him to catch you.
Slowing down, you spun around to face him, his arms reaching around your waist, pulling you tight. Then down he went, taking you with him, conveniently and expertly spinning you around to land beneath him, the weight of his body pinning you pleasingly against the ground, still laughing. It filled the space around you. Warmed your very core. But that smile. That glorious smile. Here it was, staring right at you, just inches from your face. Not a memory. Not imagined. But real. And it was just for you.
Using the gentle fall of the hill to your advantage, you flipped him over. Setting your legs snuggly around his hips and seized his jacket lapels, holding him a willing hostage beneath you. Then leaning down, you hovered invitingly above him, speaking through the gentle laughter still present upon your lips. “Mister Thomas Shelby… Am I imagining it, or did I just make you smile?”
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sorry if you’ve answered this question before but how do you think lestat is going to come back into louis’ life ? if the show takes place in 2022 and lestat wakes up in the 80’s how does that work .. i’ve never read the books so i’m so confused 😭
I think Louis will attempt suicide at the end of S2. I think Lestat is presently in a coma/asleep, and Louis doing that will be the catalyst to awaken him and have him show up in Dubai to save Louis.
The timeline is a bit different in the show. In the books, Lestat goes underground after the events in Paris and doesn’t wake up until the 1980’s. He realizes that Louis gave the interview in 1973, and the interview was published. Lestat decides to become a rockstar (yes, really) to both shield Louis from the ancient vampires who wish to destroy him due to giving the interview and also to reveal to Louis all the stuff he could never tell him before.
In the show, that original 1973 interview was never published. Therefore, we don’t know what events have or haven’t happened yet between the 1973 interview and the 2022 interview. I talked more about the show timeline in this post.
Also, the books exist within canon. For example, Interview With The Vampire is the book published by Daniel, and Lestat reads it when he wakes up. Lestat “wrote” The Vampire Lestat in response to IWTV, and Louis read it, which helped them come to an understanding and forgive each other for their past transgressions.
The Loustat book timeline is roughly as follows:
-Lestat is born in November 1760
-Louis is born in October 1766
-Lestat gets turned in October 1781
-Lestat meets and turns Louis in 1791
-Lestat turns Claudia in 1794
-Loustat + Claudia live together until 1860 when Claudia attempts to kill Lestat
-Louis + Claudia wander Europe for a decade until landing in Paris at Armand’s theater coven in the early 1870’s
-Armand kills Claudia and pushes Lestat off the tower in which Magnus turned Lestat. He also tells Louis that Lestat is dead and tells Lestat that Louis is dead
-Armand + Louis wander together for several numb decades
-Armand finally confesses to Louis that Lestat is alive and he finally tells Lestat that Louis is alive
-Louis allegedly visits Lestat in New Orleans and leaves him but Lestat later claims this visit never happened
-Lestat goes underground in 1929 and sleeps for decades
-Louis gives interview to Daniel Molloy in 1973 and it’s published into a book
-Lestat awakens in 1984 to discover Louis’ book and realizes Louis is in danger and deserves the truth about Lestat’s history. He writes and publishes his autobiography as an answer to IWTV and forms his band, The Vampire Lestat, to act as a shield for Louis to protect him so the other ancient vampires will come after him instead of Louis
-Louis comes to Lestat after reading his book and they reunite with Louis attending the concert with Lestat
-Lestat’s music awakens Akasha, the mother of all vampires, and the events of QOTD happen
-Lestat follows Louis to New Orleans and they make peace with their past
-Loustat is in this on again/off again, together-but-not cohabitation between the events of QOTD and TOTBT
-Lestat meets the body thief in 1992 and wants Louis to turn him into a vampire while he’s trapped in the human body, but Louis refuses as he loves Lestat too much to damn him again
-Lestat fathers a mortal son named Viktor, but he doesn’t know it
-Lestat has the journey with Memnoch in 1994 and is offered the job of serving Satan but Lestat refuses and falls into a coma
-Lestat is in the coma for roughly 5 years with Louis watching over him and taking care of him
-Louis attempts to kill himself in 1999 after learning the truth about Claudia and Lestat’s murder from her diaries and believing Lestat was lost forever in the coma
-Lestat awakens from the coma to save Louis
-Loustat is (again) in this together-but-not phase of their relationship. Louis resents Lestat for bringing him back and Lestat hates himself for it and he takes to wandering alone in exile for years. Louis goes to live with Armand at Trinity Gate
-Lestat adopts an orphan girl named Rose and he raises her as much as he can, but tries to protect her from his nature and Louis knows about Rose and steps in to be her guardian during the times Lestat cannot
-Lestat finds out about his son and reunites with Louis, Armand, Rose, and Viktor at Trinity Gate
-Lestat is anointed prince of all vampires after taking the sacred core from Mekare and he establishes the royal court in France with Louis as his consort after they reunite for good in 2013
-The Prince Lestat era features Loustat finally together and happy and married and the events described in the last 3 books take place from 2013-2017.
So yeah, all the books were published roughly one year after the events detailed in each book. The concept of this second interview is something completely new to the show, and they’ve also pushed the timeline up by having Lestat not meet Louis until 1910, which gives Lestat roughly 100+ extra years in the blood than what the books had.
All of this really depends on where we are in the timeline of the show and what events have or haven’t happened yet. Because there are decades between 1940 when they kill Lestat and 2022 when the Dubai interview is taking place. In the middle of that, you’ve got the original interview in 1973 that was never published. So therefore, Lestat had no reason to form the band to protect Louis. It really just depends. 😅🤣
I hope all that made sense! 💜
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desimonewayland · 6 months
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Ferns by Georg Dionysius Ehret
Watercolor on parchment, 1760's
The Morgan Library & Museum
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