#1760s style

[cressida-jayoungr]

One Dress a Day Challenge

April: Yellow Redux

Dangerous Liaisons / Glenn Close as the Marquise de Merteuil

Today I learned that this style of jacket is called a caraco. According to Wikipedia, the caraco was adapted from styles worn by working-class women first became fashionable for informal wear in the 1760s, which is right around the time this movie is set. So the Marquise is up to the minute in style but also comparatively dressed down--though it's amazing to think of calling this beautiful silk jacket and skirt "dressing down"!

The black accents and accessories definitely add to the effect. Note that her gloves have yellow stripes on the back, so they match the outfit. She also wears earrings of gold with black beads (probably jet).

[somethingwithmoles]

Joseph Wright of Derby (1734-1797) (attributed to), Portrait of the artist, wearing a red fur-collared coat and turban, oil on canvas, 65.1 x 55.6 cm, sold at Sotheby’s (Old Masters Day Sale/Lot 190 (2018?))

Source: Wikimedia Commons | Sotheby’s

[history-of-fashion]

ab. 1760 Man's banyan (informal robe) (Spitalfields (London), England)

silk damask (figured silk in the style of Anna Maria Garthwaite)

(Royal Ontario Museum)

[sordidmusings]

Switching Up Roles - Part 1/2 (Buggy x Reader)

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 🤍

[vidavalor]

There's something about Crowley with a pompadour that I find rather interesting.🤔

There's something very funny to me about Crowley as the originator of the pompadour and then having tacky, wannabe Louis XIV-style furniture in S1, since the humans attribute his hair style to Louis XIV's mistress, Madame de Pompadour (who may or may not have been a certain ginger we all know but at least knew of him.) What, exactly, was Crowley up to with the French court in the 1750s/early 1760s that led to that ripoff throne-level of saltiness? Also very funny that Crowley was tall hair deep in the sex lives of the French royals and then look who suddenly went to night school to brush up on his French wordplay skills in 1760 😂

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Okay, let's get a little spooky with the early 18th century Wingfield House, Wingfield, Wiltshire, UK. The 4bd, 3ba home underwent significant expansion in the late 19th century when there was a demand for additional entertaining rooms and separate wings for bachelors and children. During WWI, the manor was used as a military hospital. In the 1940s, the property was divided into four separate dwellings. £1.250M / $1.530M

The newer portion of the house was done in Gothic Revival style, while the original is Georgian.

The home is accessed via an enclosed communal courtyard and a Gothic revival doorway. This opens to a double-height entrance hall paved with York flagstones.

The impressive ballroom off the main hall features a timber barrel-vaulted ceiling.

Tudor-arched fireplace has the Caillard family arms (owners that renovated the home after WWI) above the arch, along with a French motto on top of the fireplace. Note the large Inglenook and window openings in the fireplace itself.

39 ft library hall, (and the oldest part of the house), with six floor-to-ceiling oak bookshelves, giving both open and closed storage options.

 

Drawing room with early Georgian plaster is finished in a vibrant shade of turquoise and has a white marble fireplace dating back to 1760 that came from the Circus building in Bath.

Large kitchen and dining area with cream-painted cabinetry. Wide, stripped timber flooring and an original limestone fireplace create focal points in the room.

Ascending to the first floor via a fine early Georgian staircase with waist-high paneling and a delicate domed skylight above is the remarkable primary bedroom suite set in the corner.

This space was meticulously crafted by the current owners including Gothic-inspired doors and built-in seating in a contemporary oriel window inspired by the Pre-Raphaelite movement. 

A modern marble shower room cleverly concealed behind double wardrobe doors. That's how ya do it- this is a great idea.

Secondary bedroom adjacent to the primary has a beautiful built-in closet and window seats.

On the floor above is a bedroom under the eaves with thick original beams.

What a magnificent home- look at the architecture. Lovely pond on the property, too.

Horticulturist's delight is a modern greenhouse on the property.

There's a plethora of different plant and tree species on the property, all meticulously maintained.

[yarodrags]

Todays practice

Possibly titled (insert french translation) Mr Rossignol why don't you sing?

His outfit is my own archangel headcannon

I chose high neck and thick cuffs to make him as uncomfortable as possible to show that he doesn't belong in heaven

Also reminiscent of prisoner chains and cuffs to show how he is a prisoner of heavens doctrine now

His collar is like the one in the show except I've extended the edges so that it's shaped like a star since im assuming they wouldn't allow him to wear his tartan bowtie in heaven (reference to this fan theory) and his collar will now remind him of crowley instead

The collar is also supposed to look like a jesters hat with bells at the end to show the blatant disrespecc L metatron has for the dear angel and how he's being played

Am still not done with it I might try to frame az in the art noveau style background

Update: I finished it!!!:D completed version here

Didn't draw crowlers bc they're separated, js like in the show:F(ill draw her when im free)

[eviebane]

The Confidential Diary of A.Z Fell: Volume #603

Doing a bit of research into the average diary page length, I'm using 3 pages per diary entry for this calculation. I'm also working on the assumption Aziraphale writes in his diary everyday.

This is not exact science, it's just a bit of fun. I encourage you to play around with the calculations and come to your own conclusions! Right let's get crackin angel!~~

Aziraphale only writes on the right side of his diary.

In season 1, his journal is a thick A4 journal so I'm going to assume he sticks with this style. My guess is around 500 pages.

So if we assume he writes 3 pages per day, with 365 days in a year, we have 1095 pages written per year. Then we factor in he skips the left pages, so that's 2190 pages or 4.38 journals per year. Roughly one every season (neat!).

For Aziraphale to be on volume #603 in 1827, this suggests he started writing a diary 125 years ago in 1702. Nothing of significance happens around this time, and is between Agnes Nutter being burned (1656) and Monsieur Rossignol's night classes (1760)

OK OK but let's consider that Neil gave us this lovely diary entry that's about 1.5 pages long.

Now let's redo the calculation on the idea he only uses 1.5 pages long (which explains why the entry we see him writing is starting halfway down the page).

We have 547.5 written per year, again he skips the left side so that's 1095 pages used or 2.19 journals. Two journals a year sounds reasonable!

That means he started writing a diary 275 years ago in 1552. Nothing of significance happens around this time except Crowley buying the Mona Lisa (though there was an unfilmed idea set in Rome during the 1500s) so~

Either way, we can reasonably assume he kept a diary during the events of Paris & opening his bookshop. I wonder what he wrote!

[werewolfetone]

Day 1 with a time machine teaching peasants in 1760s cork to say "go whiteboy go" and "I like your shoelaces" as gaeilge as a means of identifying fellow whiteboys day 2 with a time machine attempting to trap each and every british monarch in some sort of personalised saw style ironic punishment torture labyrinth

[go-catch-a-chickn]

Relaxing in style in the 1760s

[lilis-palace]

BUDAPEST | Neoclassical Set

22 carefully designed build/buy items

After the glamorous Biedermeier set, give your houses and palaces an elegant Neoclassical look!

Neoclassicism was the main art style of the Age of Enlightenment. It drew inspiration from the art and culture of classical antiquity and placed emphasis on symmetry, proportion as well as geometry. It started in the 1760s as the opponent of rococo and slowly faded away around the middle of the XIXth century.

Important Note!

USE F5 HOTKEY WHILE BUILDING!

The doors are coming as separate files with an update as they're having a weight issue I wasn't able to fix.

Set compatibility

All items are base game compatible. Find them in your game by typing in the search-box either “lilis palace”, “BUDAPEST” or “Neoclassical”.

DOWNLOAD: Patreon

(Early access until 26th of July)

[threadtalk]

Like much of the Western world, I've just finished watching QUEEN CHARLOTTE. I was quite surprised on a number of levels, mostly because I thought it was a better show than the original BRIDGERTON series!

BUT ALSO. The dresses. The Georgian era spans a great many kinds of fashion, and court fashion changes were not a straight line. This gown is from the very beginning of George III's reign, 1760-1765. Indeed, this would have been the kind of gown we'd have seen a young Sophia Charlotte wear, or any of her court. It's a robe à la française, The l'anglaise version would have had fitted pleats at the back, whearas this one would have had loose ones.

Those delightful s-curves are firmly rooted in the design of the era, and not just in the lace application but in the silk patterns as well. This particular gown is silk faille, which is a subtly ribbed weave that has a particularly beautiful weight and drape to it, with metallic lace. Contrary to its name, LACMA tells me it's made in either France OR England, reminding us that style and location must not be in sync.

That lovely bodice is courtesy of a stomacher, which was removable and customizable.

[classicalcanvas]

Title: Sunset across the Ryogoku bridge from the bank of the Sumida river at Onmagayashi

Artist: Katsushika Hokusai

Date: 1760 - 1849

Style: Ukiyo-e

Genre: Genre Painting

[spitalfields-silk]

A woman's English-style gown, 1760s, English; Brown silk, brocaded in floral pattern with coloured silks, Spitalfields, 1738-39

V&A Museum

[soufcakmistress]

Okay I’ve been having this idea in my head since I binged this show in 2020. The show is called Harlots. Quick synopsis is that it’s based in 1760’s England, and the plot is about madams or bawds as they commonly called them back then and their stable of girls posing as boardhouses because prostitution was illegal there. I guess it still is, I’m American so I can’t say for sure.

But this is how they dressed! I love it all. It’s Rococo style which is extra and maximalist and feminine. Back then, the goal of these women were to find a suitor who really cared for them and made them their mistress which would make them a kept woman and they would have a semblance of protection from these men as well.

My OC would be a runaway. A formerly enslaved woman from the American colonies specifically from the Lowcountry who picked indigo. She’s stunning and quick witted even though she can’t read, and is a true survivor. She escaped from her massa and seduced a captain of a merchant ship sailing back home to England and she finds her way into one of these “boardinghouses”. She fits right in until she encounters a Black man with status who is looking for some loving and you can guess what happens from there!!

[hometoursandotherstuff]

This is the classiest hacienda style mansion I've ever seen. It's in Los Angeles, California and if you can spare $15.5M it can be yours. Built in 1924, 7bds, 7.5ba, 1.04 acres of land.

The entrance hall. That molding isn't wood, it's like a sculpted plaster.

This sitting room is stunning. Look at the artwork on the beams. Beautiful windows and doors let just enough sunlight in, and that fireplace matches the molding. This home is quality.

This wood doorway matches the ceiling beams. The details in this home are amazing.

Absolutely delightful sunroom that they have set up as a cool office. Love the Mediterranean light fixture.

Beautiful wood walled library. Look at the gold ceiling and that light fixture.

The dining room has a beautiful ceiling, wainscoting, and big windows to the garden. You can see the fountain in the smaller window.

The everyday dining room opens to the patio and look at the built-in planter.

Light, airy kitchen. The lighting choices in this house are superb.

Gracefully curving stairs in a rounded stairwell with lovely stained glass windows.

What a pretty color scheme in the primary bedroom. It's certainly a huge room.

Sitting area opens to a patio.

What a fabulous vintage bath. The tile is so beautiful. Everything looks original.

Large secondary bedroom has doors that open to a balcony.

And, look at this marble bath. Just incredible.

If wasn't for the sofas this would look like a real theater.

Sunken bar open to the pool. I know it doesn't rain much in California, but gee, if it does, that banquette is going to get wet and everything.

This is magnificent.

What a property.

The Mexican tiles are amazing. I bet they're handmade.

Fabulous pond.

The grounds alone are stunning.

Plus, there's a modern studio/library.

Nice sauna, too.

Such attention to detail- look at the clay flower pots going up the stairs.

Outdoor space similar to the glass-enclosed sunroom. Look at the light posts.

Gated entrance with earns lining the wall.