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shapelytimber · 11 months ago

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Look, social media aus are very dumb but fun to do fklxkdk Illya would make short videos (mostly) about fashion, and Napoleon would be very unsubtle about being a Spy

I am formally apologizing to the uncle fandom for tiktoker Illya Kuryakin, I have no regrets (also @quijicroix is part responsible, being my evil advisor)

Here are the posts in details, and the profile pics :)

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No process this time, just me yapping for way to long about every choice and refs that went into this dumb au below vvv

Illya is younger than Napoleon (I usualy headcanon him at around 25 and Napoleon 35ish), so I think their use of social media would be quite different : hence Illya on Tiktok and Napoleon on Instagram. Also it's not the 60s so Illya can be like 10% less reppressed :)) but as a debuff Napoleon now has the technology to call him a nerd

Illya's page started as a cover for some affair, but he ended up kinda enjoying doing it in his free time. It's like a hobby for him, a way to experiment with fashion ! It's what made him want to pursue fashion design as a career after his curent spy job. And also I think he gets more and more nervous the more followers he gets, because as a spy having a chance to get recognise in the street is really bad dkdldlos Napoleon teases him endlessly that he became a tiktoker (as he should)-

Did I, at one point in the project, had to scrap the thirst trap idea to keep the fashion nerd vibes ? Yes I did, but just know he uses the "twink" tag :)

• The first post is a ref to the discotheque affair, not the best episode and a great miss for not including a disco Illya outfit, so I made him one to match the other :D

• The second is to the Hot number, but he gets to wear the thrush pattern !

• The third one is what made me do all of this ! Because, if you're not french, you might not know about one of my favorite yearly twitter threads : Met Gala outfits as INSEE graphs by Clara Dealberto ! Don't care about the met gala, but this is very funny :) and such a Illya Kuryakin thing to do kdkdkd

• fourth one isn't fashion related, it's a ref to popart and the "he has Dostoïevski eyes" line that made us laught a lot

• A little Fiddlesticks for the dog post, because it's a banger episode. Plus a nod to he dog expert from it, with whom Illya had palpable sexual tension fkfkfkl I like to think they kept contact ;) (shoutout to this fic (Intensity by AconitumNapellus) who absolutely get the vision, 10/10 guy to "cheat" on your boyfriend with)

• and the final one is a make over because of course it is

As for Napoleon, being older and less invested in this, an instagram made sense. But crutialy, I get such strong modern oss117 vibes from Napoleon (the way he shoots his gun, the goofy faces, the awkward stance everytime he enters a place, the inexplicable in universe rizz...) dkfkldls modern oss117 was a parody of both 60s james bond and older oss117 movies, but I'm now convinced they also whatched some uncle while doing these, it's just so obvious- anyway all this to say, in the second movie oss117 has to pose as a photographer and gets way too invested in his cover (it's his thing don't question it), and at the end of the movie we get to see all the photography he took during his mission..... Let me tell you how hard it was to resist him having an instagram full of blurry women on the street (canon 60s napoleon would have done it I'm sorry)- but what I kept was the pretty "badly" shot pics of random things, tho you sometimes get the odd decent pic taken by Illya. And he gets to be in a duck floatie as a treat and nod to oss <3

• Pinned post is because it became frustrating for him having to respond to people asking him if it was his real name or if he was a far right french man simping for Bonaparte

• first post is not a ref, but if my very sexy flat car was burning in the desert I would take a pic (ft Illya despairing) kdkdkd

• Duck floatie is a oss117 ref

• selfie with a beautiful woman (ft his finger), no ref I just love drawing women

• also Fiddlesticks for the cute Napoleon fox !! And to kinda link the two profiles :)

• and finaly Spy with my face ! He tried taking a picture of his date (I'll let you decide who it was), but oops front facing camera kdkdkdk

Can you tell I had a lot of fun doing this ? I love this show way to much omfg

PS : if you've never seen the recent oss117 movies, you should they funny ! But oh god some jokes are terrible- the first one is the best, minus one gay joke frankly not great. They nail the gay joke in the second one but oh god... They do not always win the 'is our character a piece of shit or is the movie problematic' gamble so be aware of that. And the 3rd one is shit don't bother

PPS : I don't use Tiktok, I tried my best to emulate the feeling of it but be aware I have no idea what I'm doing dkkdld

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simpsdept · 1 year ago

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Hello, could you maybe do one with Carmilla x female reader with cat features? It can be smut if you want.

A/n: yep! Sorry to everyone! I havnt been posting cause I was trying to finally relax after school ended, but now I’m back and gotta do over 80 requests lol

Im rusty

Carmilla x cat like reader SFW and NSFW headcannons

SFW-

-She finds your absolutely adorable. Come on, you have cat ears, cats are adorable! And Carmilla gives off a cat lady.

-She has defiantly wrapped your tail around her large hands before for comfort, of course she does it gently , she would never hurt you.

-At night, or even sometimes in a meeting if she’s very stressed, she’ll have her hands on her head near your ears to pet you or hiding under the desk to pet your tail.

-Even if you have cat like features, she isn’t gonna treat you like a pet.

-Clara and Odette adore you as well, they’ve fallen asleep on you so many times from your warmth and comfort. Your supper fluffy so they cuddle against you at home if your ever having a movie night.

-You might as well be Carmilla’s personal teddy bear, she keeps you wrapped up in her arms at night close. Her arms around your waist or chest holding you tightly while her chin and head are resting on your head, sometimes nuzzling against your head.

-Something she hates having to do is drag you to the shower. Cats don’t like water and that lived with you in hell. You hate it. So she literally has to hold you down to put you in the tub. She was even considering once to just make a deal with you so she can chain you and hold ya down.

-purposely bought you a pack of blazers for your birthday, whoever your bored she gets one out and waves it around in her office, house, room. She has so many videos of you chasing them in the house.

NSFW-

-She will punish you if you spray. It’s not bad, it is normal for your body, but it isn’t fun for the person cleaning it up. Shes monitoring you the whole time you’re in heat.

-Remember when i said she wouldn’t treat you as a pet? Yea she won’t normally, but will in bed. Pet kink. 100%. You literally have cat features, she’s gonna take advantage of that.

-she 100% uses a leash and collar in bed for you. She’ll have you on your stomach, her strap buried deep inside you while she lays on your back, tugging the collar as she thrusts into you.

-She can be rough and fast if you want. When your deep in your heat she’ll go as fast as she can so your pleased.

-She also praises too. Like ‘that’s my good kitten’ or ‘good girl’. She also calls you things in Spanish like ‘mi gatito’ or ‘mi Vida/amor’

-I’d say she could go for 3 to 4 times depending on her stamina. If she’s going rough and fast on you the whole time she can probably only do it twice, but if she’s going slow on you she’s going 4 times

-She pulls your tail in bed, not hard enough to hurt but enough for you to feel. She loves to see your cat ears tense and pin down on your head as she fucks you, and loves to look into your eyes while she does, unless she’s on your back with her strap then her eyes are closed

-She will scissor you as well to let herself feel some pleasure herself

-Both of you have a lot of scratches after, you guys have sharp nails

-After all of it she’ll make sure you’re okay, safe, comfortable and cozy, she’s a great wife.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #clara x reader #carmilla x velvette #carmilla carmine smut #carmilla carmine x fem reader #carmilla carmine x reader #zestial x carmilla #carmilla x fem reader #carmilla x reader #carmine #carmilla #carmilla carmine #farm

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rumple04 · 7 months ago

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Hello everyone,

I really wanted to do this post with you to close this incredible year, so let’s go!

Because I like numbers (it’s wrong, I did literary studies) I wanted to share some of them. My passion for Doctor Who now started back more than a year and since then, I have made a total of 157 fanarts from the show. Only for this year 2024, 105. My style has evolved a lot from the first to the most recent fanart. My discovery of the series blew something up in me that made me use very flashy colors that I was not used to using at all. Then, gradually, I fell back on my feet and I returned to colors and a style that I used already before with my OCs. (Know that you can find all my illustrations in my lexicons here)

Tumblr doesn’t share these numbers much and I think it’s very good, but I still had to thank individually the more than 1200 people who follow me here!

And I’m not done with the thanks. You’ve all been amazing this year. Your support, always growing, brought me soooo lot of joy.

My process is quite simple, Twelve (Capaldi in general) and Clara live in my head 24/24 7/7, so I draw them in my corner. I say that it costs nothing to share my brainrot on the Internet and paf: you are here to invade me with likes, repost or even kudos. I am so grateful. Thank you so much 🥺

This year 2024 also marked the opening of my own discord server. This server would never have been created without the adorable @lex144 who once said to me «I dream of a place where Capalfan could gather and create together»

This discord has been a real breath of air for my creativity (and many hours sleep less because of its long exciting or terribly funny discussions).

I met lovely people to chat and create regularly like my dear @neonpsychopomp-blog @beetlegraves @the-immortal-redshirt @dontletmeeatpears31 and I definitely forget some others (because some are not on Tumblr)!

We have all together create incredible links and collaborations! I hope to see many more beautiful projects born from all your talents!

A special thanks to @lex144 who is my twin soul of the internet. Thank you for being so cool and funny, and most of all, thank you for continuing to make the Capaldi era live under your extraordinary pen 🤍 I probably had stop drawing without you!

Some of you know, I was a freelance pin illustrator and designer from 2019 to 2023. 2024 was a year of hiatus during which I had several personal projects to complete (like my marriage for example). Since the end of October, I have been looking for a salaried job. 2025 therefore sounds the beginning of a new adventure but also - obviously - a drop in the level of illustrations.

However, I am also pleased to announce that it’s been several months since I worked on a very complete version of an Artbook gathering all my known and unknown Doctor Who illustrations. As production costs are very high and I am afraid that I will not have enough pre-orders, I want to wait until I have a salaried job to start the pre-orders. I hope you will enjoy it as much as I do!

Thank you again to each of you, for your love and support 🤍

And don’t forget: Laught hard, run fast, be kind.

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taocc-clara · 1 year ago

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hello I'm clara, it is a pleasure to meet you

I am a soldier of the circus and I hope that we can be friends

I fight for my friends and I will fight for everyone even at my own expense

Clara: they/them

Mod: any

Companion/son: chip

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Clarasblade-rp

Crackerasks-asks

Random clara moment-non Canon

#crackerasks #clarasblade #random clara moment #Clara pinned post

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metaphors-and-cats · 2 years ago

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that July (twenty) ninth, the beat of your heart 💗✨🌸

#tserasselfies #this is now 4 hours late bc i was in post limit jail 🥲#my show #eras tour santa clara n2 #pinned post

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ellesbellswrites · 4 months ago

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The Hollow Crown

Ch. 1

A/N: So sorry for the delay in posting! Work has been crazy, but I hope this long-ish chapter makes up for it. You should read the prologue for this to make sense! Also! Thank you to everyone who enjoyed the prologue! I love to share this with you guys, and feel a little burst of energy with every like and reblog<3

Warnings: Mention of minor character death, descriptions of grief, brief mention of battle

Word Count: 4.4k

Prologue

Chapter 1.

Your bedroom has been busy since the first rays of dawn splashed across the castle. Maids and your mother all but forced you into a large bath filled with oils and perfumes, and then scrubbed your scalp until the soap ran out. You had been in bed and left alone for the last three days. Almost everyone in the castle seemingly gave you a break before the start of the festivities. The only person who didn’t follow the implicit directions was your brother, Tony.

He burst into your room with food on the third day, opened the curtains to let the light in, and then refused to stop poking your cheeks and closed eyelids until he saw you eat something. He grinned back at your glare when you finally gave him the attention he wanted and bit into an apple, “I know you want to help everyone, but you can’t do that if you hurt yourself before you get there,” he softly knocked your bicep as he passed you an apple.

“How wise, you sound almost like a king,” you said under your breath, picking at the loose thread of a quilt.

“Almost. For now, I’ll settle being your brother,” he laid back eating the blueberries he said were for you. He only spent a few hours with you that morning, but managed to get you out of your bed and onto your reading nook. “Progress,” he called it.

“My lady, does it sit well? Or is it too loose?” Clara, your lady’s maid now asks you as she tightens a thin tiara into your hair. You wince at the next pull she makes not letting out a complaint, but she catches your reflection in the mirror.

“Just like your mother, you are. If you need a gentler hand, tell me,” the plump woman loosens some of the braid and fixes a pin. She has worked with you since you were ten. She’d sit and twist your hair around silk ribbons every evening, while you spoke on and on about your day’s activities and adventures. One story cutting to another, and never ending either.

“It was just that braid that hurt. Otherwise, my scalp feels fine,” you lie only a little. She doesn’t believe you, but before she can prod further, another voice interrupts.

“Clara! I need your help!” Lyssa, another maid, shouts out of view and with a gasp, “Please hurry!”

“She’s new,” Clara grumbles. Once she’s out of the room, you loosen some of the braids without messing up the work they’ve put in. Brushing out some of your hair you hear their quiet bickering in the dressing room behind you.

“Look at what happened to the sleeve! Maybe a seamstress can come? I know how to sew too,” Lyssa rushes her whispered words.

“Lyssa, that’s not the sleeve. It’s the neckhole,” Clara whispers back.

“Oh thank the gods. I thought I ripped it,” you can hear the relief in her voice and it does get a chuckle out of you. After a few minutes, the young maid pops out of your dressing room with her hair a frizzy blonde mess.

“We are ready for you to get dressed!”

“How are you supposed to address her?” Clara shouts after her.

“Oh! We are ready for you, my lady,” Lyssa says loud enough for Clara to hear. You give her an approving wink.

“But, it’s alright, Lyssa,” you follow her, “you don’t have to call me that.”

“She is in training, my lady,” Clara holds your clothes open for you and guides Lyssa as they help you into all of your garments. Another maid joins them with a needle and thread in hand. You feel them pulling and sewing spots of the dress your mother designed for tonight. With a few last minute adjustments and touching up your rouge, they finally let you look in a mirror.

You’re surprised by their final product. Your eyes don’t look puffy, cheeks are rosy, and the dress hugs you perfectly. It’s the usual style of ladies in your court, loose skirts with a structured bodice. The fabric is blue like an early night sky, with accents of gold trimmings and designs. Its neckline is low, and a family necklace hangs around your neck.

“Thank you! You’ve outdone yourselves!” you give them a small spin to show the whole outfit. Satisfied with your reaction, the young maids file out together, but Clara hesitates at the door. She watches as you fiddle with the skirt.

It really is a gorgeous dress. The fabric is weightless and catches the air as you move. It reminds you of the waters on the beach below the castle, of your late night adventures with Tony and Theo. Your brother always found his way to the nearest tavern, but Theo? He’d show you the tide pools. The pale moon lighting up the water, with little fish and crabs darting from one rock to another. Theo always pushed his dark auburn hair back so he could identify the animals for you, but you only paid attention to the way his dimples deepened when he got to see his favorites. You want to remember the things he’d tell you, but even in your memories the waves are deafening. You suck in a breath. You seem lost, but before you tumble further down your many thoughts, Clara calls you.

“Come now, Sweetheart, your family should be waiting,” she holds out her hand, and for the first time this week, you feel grateful to escape your room.

The halls are decorated with ropes of greenery and floral arrangements made of your country’s native flowers and fruit. The varied colors of berries and roses pop against the pale tan stones of the castle walls. The candles hardly add a glow in the evening sun, but your mother said they would be romantic.

“No alcohol until the mingling. Prince Odinson is in attendance and he can be…boisterous,” Your mother hands off final directions to her secretaries at the large wooden entry doors.

“Remember when he tried to lift a bench with four ladies on it?” you interrupt her. She jumps and holds her hand to her chest.

“Honey!” Her brown hair is pulled up into an elegant twist, showing off her long neck draped with a necklace of rubies. Her eyes have subtle crinkles as she smiles at you, “Clara, fantastic job again, really.”

“Did I look that horrible?” you ask in mock offense.

“Well, darling, you hadn’t seen the sun for a few days… or soap, or food, and probably a change of clothes. Oh! and—” your mother starts to rattle off a list but you stop her.

“Okay! I get it,” you nod, “I am okay though. I promise,” you confirm even though she didn’t ask.

“You are,”she gives you a tight hug, “I promise this evening will go quickly. You just greet and move on. Talk for a bit. Then dinner. Then bed. Nothing heavy,” she leads you into the grand room.

The large stained glass windows of the throne room project a rainbow of colors across the long and wide walkway. A burgundy carpet leads to where your father sits on a golden seat talking to your brother. An iron crown twisted and sealed in gold is welded to the top of it. For many years you’d sit on the marble steps at his feet and listen to the public bring complaints or requests. People thought it was cute when you listened intently and tried to help solve issues, some even brought you treats and trinkets.

“You look ethereal, my love,” your father gives your mother a kiss on her forehead. “You can relax now. Everything looks impeccable. Even our children. ”

“I think Princess could use a few more dunks in the tub, but that may just be me,” your brother makes a sour face at you. His royal uniform matches your father’s. A red coat with gold leafy embroidery on the collar. Shockingly, there aren’t wrinkles in his outfit from sitting at his desk or lounging about the castle. You really can’t find a snarky response because he looks so pristine. You’re about to let him have the win because even his hair is perfectly styled. But that’s where you notice it. One chunk of hair looks rougher than the rest. Almost as if it were singed.

“Aww, Tony,” you tilt your head, and touch the rough patch on his head, “did you blow something up again?”

“What?” your mother snaps.

“Tattle”, he pats his hair to keep it hidden. You laugh at him, but he grabs your arm and tickles your side, turning your laughs into involuntary gasps for help. You try to push him away, but he only tickles harder.

“Calm you two! Take your places,” your mother pushes you forward and takes her seat next to your father.

“She started it,” Tony grumbles as he stands beside her.

“I did not!” You stick your tongue out at him and stand at your father’s side.

“Enough! You’re both adults,” your father holds his hand up at you two. Your mother gives instructions about how to greet the guests, as if you haven’t had to do this your whole life. You’ll paint a smile on your lips, fake a light blush, and sound ever-so grateful to have their company here. You won’t let a tear slip down your cheek. And under no circumstances are you allowed to ask them to leave your sight so you can lay in your bed and melt into your grief. No. You’re the Princess of Eldoria, and that means something bigger than you.

“Your highness, the son of King Rupert has arrived!” An usher rushes in breathless, and takes his place at a podium. He will announce every entry. The band setting themselves up on the balcony 0ver the room will play music to fill the space between arrivals. A few servants enter with trays of hors d’oeuvres ready to help keep the crowd patient. Some members of your court find their way in ahead of the first royal arrival. They stand quietly talking among themselves with their straightened stiff postures. You think a single strong wind gust could knock them over like dominoes.

“So we begin,” your father mumbles and sits a little straighter. You take a deep breath, ignore the racing of your heart and set a gentle smile.

Guards open the doors wide, and an older man with raven black hair enters the hall. He meets your father in a handshake, bows to your mother and brother. It’s all very formal and boring and you can feel yourself mentally slipping away already.

The prince turns to greet you and Tony’s jaw drops. He’s bowing so low you’re afraid he might try to kiss your foot instead of your hand. But that’s when you notice the large bald spot at the back of his head. Somehow it’s a perfect circle, totally invisible if you see him from the front. You bow your head in return, biting your cheek to keep from laughing, and don’t dare to look at Tony, who you know is enjoying this too much.

With that opening, the many entrances proceed with princes, royal families, and even more members of your local court joining the evening affairs. The sidelines are filled with beautiful dresses, quiet rumors of newcomers, and servants passing wine and food. Your mother went rigid when they brought the wine trays out too soon but couldn’t stop them as guests took the glasses off trays. You feel your feet growing tired and glance at your brother. He’s winking at a princess from a distant kingdom and you stop yourself from audibly scoffing. The slender blonde giggles among her friends, and your brother keeps up his silent flirting by raising his eyebrows at her. You want to gag. You know he’s young, but he could stand to be a bit less obvious in front of everyone. Your father coughs, your mother whispers something to a maid, and Prince Bald Spot almost gags on the big bite of cheese he got from a servant.

Your father coughs again.

A group of young royals laugh as one tosses a grape into the mouth of another.

Your father coughs, yet again, drawing your attention. You give him a side glance.

“Watch the door,” his hand covers his mouth as he whispers and tilts his head forward. The band quiets down as the announcer clears his throat.

“His Royal Highness, Prince James Buchanan Barnes of Brooklandra, accompanied by Duke Steven Grant Rogers of York and his wife Duchess Margaret.”

It’s respectful to quiet down when a new house enters the room, but this time, not even the rustling of women’s skirts or clanking of metal from your guards can be heard. You know why. Unlike the royals in this room, relatively little is known about the heir of Brooklandra. Most know Prince James because of his father’s reputation on the battlefield. Relentless, bloody, and willing to face whole units of enemies by himself, the King of Brooklandra earned the moniker “The Lone Wolf.”

Much of what you know of Prince James comes from what your father told you after a few visits many years ago. The Prince James of that time was an adventurous and crafty boy who could be found either reading, listening to kingdom meetings, or exploring the nearby forests. You wonder if he’s still as charming as your father found him. A few more moments pass, but no amount of time could prepare you for the man that now walks into your family’s throne room.

If anyone is gasping, the sound of violins hide it. Every person is watching the tall man with broad cloaked shoulders taking heavy steps towards your father. His hair is half tied back but the loose strands fall to his shoulders. The deep brown, almost black, color is sharp against his light skin. His face is unshaven but it only highlights his strong jaw. He keeps his gaze set forward with his furrowed brows adding a layer of gloom to the frown on his plush pink lips. You imagine they’d feel like velvet. Your heart rushes knowing that he will kiss the back of your hand in a moment.

“Prince James, it is good to see you again,” your father stands and shakes his hand.

“Thank you for welcoming me and my companions into your home, King Leonardo. This is Duke Steven and his wife, Duchess Margaret,” Prince James’s frown perks up to a flat line, and you suppose that is a good sign. Despite your very thorough review of his face, you only now notice that he does not wear the formal royal uniform of Brooklandra. His tunic is more constructed, and his sword sits at the ready on his waist. It’s a real blade, made for war and not the ones for show you see in this room. He still wears his house colors of blue and silver. It’s his own take on the royal attire; honoring his house but ready for any sudden burst of violence or attack.

“Please, my family is happy to have you. This is my son Prince Anthony, and my wife Queen Anorra,” your father gestures to each. Prince James shakes their hands and then your father continues, “And this is my daughter, Princess Y/N.”

Prince James finally meets your eyes and your mouth involuntarily parts. His eyes are the clearest blue you’ve ever seen. They remind you of summers spent under cloudless skies and the pale sapphires in your family’s jewelry collection. Glowing.

You blush and curtsy before people catch onto your shock and you hold out your hand. You feel his, rough and calloused, take yours. You stand but after a moment, and two more pass, he still doesn’t kiss your knuckles. It’s the proper greeting for a woman of your station, yet, he only shakes your hand like you’re another man at dinner. In your peripheral, Tony straightens his posture.

“Princess Y/N,” Prince James bows his head.

“Prince James,” you bow your head too, trying not to let the awkward moment become a spectacle, but it may be too late for that. The blonde man who joins Prince James tightens his lips, and the brunette standing with him flares her nostrils.

“Your,” James pauses, “hands are soft.” He remarks. What is that? Is that supposed to be a compliment?

“Thank you?” You don’t mean for it to be a question, but you are questioning. You can hear some of the women giggling, no doubt starting a rumor based on the short interaction. His companions also greet your family and you, properly this time, and Duchess Margaret bows in deep apologies. The room goes back to normal volumes, but you can feel more eyes on you than ever.

Prince James was, unfortunately for you, the last entrance, and now you’re forced to mingle with the room of royals. Despite the hiccup, many of your suitors vye for your attention. You can’t help but notice Prince James sticks to his companions—far away from you. You wouldn’t usually care about such disinterest, but his lackluster and frankly rude greeting leaves you confused. As a man dramatically retells a hunting story to your group, you instead watch Prince James. He grimaces and rolls his eyes at Steven who then walks away to the table full of treats. The woman, Duchess Margaret, crosses her arms and speaks to the brooding prince. Without a hint, she looks up at you, and you have to snap your focus to a tapestry on one of the walls. You know she caught you, and you decide that is enough snooping. If Prince James doesn’t care to show you manners, you won’t care to know why. Easy. You lift your goblet of wine to your lips and join the others around you in laughing at the story you have not paid attention to.

“Princess Y/N, that shade of blue compliments you so well,” one of the men in your circle, Prince Henry, points out your dress.

“Thank you," you hope your short response will make him move on. It doesn't.

“The pleasure is mine. See, I have an affinity for painting so I like to observe beautiful things,” his delivery is clunky and the smirk on his face makes you want to sink into the wall. You choose to ignore him and try to move attention to someone or something else.

“Speaking of beautiful things, has anyone had the chance to see the public gardens on your way in? My great grandmother designed and cultivated them herself.”

“Your great grandmother! She was originally from the Kingdom of Asgard! Have you ever gone there?” One of the other dukes obviously did his research.

“In truth, I’ve never had the chance to leave Eldoria, but it’s warm and full of adventure here so I don’t mind.” It’s true. Eldoria is self-sustaining with flourishing wildlife, varied agriculture, and other natural resources that seem to grow easily on the large island country. Religious leaders say it is blessed by the old gods and share legends of great heroes bringing good luck to the land and its people.

“Yes it is, in my home country we…,” the nervous but well studied duke continues. Over time, more people join the circle, leave, and join again. You absently laugh and make small talk back with the people who approach you. Some men pass their charms and compliments to you. You fake a blush and look down and then to the side. You hadn’t had to flirt with anyone in awhile, but Theo did used to say you were alluring.

Tony slips you a slice of bread as you entertain the fourth story about sailing and boat racing you’ve heard this evening. All from the same prince. You mentioned you liked watching the boats at the docks and he ran with that idea.

“I saw that,” a light whisper floats past your ear, and your immediate reaction is to drop the bread from your palm. You turn to the redhead next to you, and immediately smile in relief. Now she is a warm welcome.

“Oh! Prince Gerholt, this is Princess Wanda, my absolute best friend and I haven’t seen her in months. You wouldn’t mind if we stepped away and caught up would you?” You gesture to Wanda and before he can answer, you pull her away from the thicker parts of the crowd and embrace her.

“I missed you so much,” she squeezes you just as tightly.

“How have you been?” You can’t hide the break in your voice, but Wanda takes a deep breath.

“Better, I hope you know my family still supports you and loves you,” she sounds rehearsed but you know it’s only because she needed to say it without crying.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there. That I couldn’t go,” a couple of tears break past your lashes, but Wanda catches them and turns you away from facing the room.

“Theo wanted you to be safe. You can’t blame yourself,” she speaks to you like your mother and Clara do as of late, a firm voice trying to get their words past your stubborn mind, “I did bring you some things though. Things he left for you, and things I thought you’d like,” she hopes it gives you something to look forward to. You sniffle and accept a handkerchief from a servant who blocks you from view with a tray. You thank them as they return to strolling the room of hungry guests. Wanda is focused on something over your shoulder.

A cohort of ladies now surround Prince James a few feet away from you. They don’t speak to him, it’s more like speaking around him. They have to make the conversation as he doesn’t give more than four words per answer. One of the ladies touches his shoulder and laughs at something he says. He looks like he is ready to run. You wonder if it’s not just you he hates. Maybe.

“He’s handsome,” Wanda wiggles her brows and loops your arms together as you pass around the room.

“And rude,” you mumble.

“I did see a bit of that, entered right as he dropped the handshake,” she chuckles.

“I was so embarrassed!” you hiss.

“Why? Kissing the hand of a princess is a bit traditional. Maybe he’s more? Forward thinking?” she tries.

“Which I’m fine with, but the general air of annoyance and boredom would tell me otherwise.”

“Ah, so you’re upset he doesn’t like you?”

“No! I just. Did he have to do that in front of everyone? They’re already saying so much that something so little makes me look even more,” you feel your chest constrict, “rejectable.”

“Theo did not reject you.”

“No, but I never gave anyone else a chance. Which I don’t regret!” you confirm to his sister, “It just makes me easier to forget and I’m not in a position to be forgotten,” the words lay between you. Wanda remembers you and young Theo. The way he’d follow you along the hedge mazes, or when he was home would ask her if girls liked this or that. She knew what he was actually asking and told him things you did like.

“I don’t know if you’ve looked in a mirror this evening, but I need you to realize that my best friend here? She isn’t forgettable,” she soothes you. You’re about to thank her when the announcer returns to his post.

“Queen Anorra requests your attention,” he shouts over the room.

Your mother stands at the dais and waits for the room to settle, “Hello everyone, we are grateful so many of you have travelled to join us as we hold games, tournaments, and balls on Eldoria,” your mother gives a warm welcome to everyone. Inviting them to also spend time in the nearby towns, enjoy the local natural wonders, or simply relax by the beach, “It has been a long time since our last invitational, and we are ready to provide a wonderful time. So before we start with the whirlwind of exciting events, please enjoy a fantastic dinner,” she points to the walkway that leads to the large dining hall.

A number of large tables are set. Names are scribed on small placards marking the seats for specific people. Ushers act as guides, and you spot Lyssa near one of the head tables.

“Hello, my lady, this is your seat,” she pulls the chair out for you and you thank her. She scurries off, likely searching for Clara to report she helped you find your seat and addressed you correctly.

While alone you review the names on either side of you. Wanda will be on your right, she’s speaking to your parents before she joins you. On your other side, in perfectly curled cursive, Prince James’ full name mocks you. Your mother promised this would be an easy evening and now this? You do not want to have to spend the rest of your evening dealing with a brooding prince who chose to embarrass you in front of everyone. An idea takes form before you can stop yourself. You push your seat back to stand and switch the card with quite literally anyone else at the table. No one will be the wiser if you move quickly. When your heavy chair juts out behind you, someone groans.

It’s an usher, with Prince James and his companions right behind him, wide-eyed.

“Oh my! I’m so sorry, Thomas! I didn’t look before I stood. Are you alright?” you panic and hold out a hand to support him.

“It’s truly alright my lady. I’m going to move. Over there,” Thomas gasps as holds his ribs. He excuses himself as the others find their name cards without looking up at you. Thomas’s hunched figure moves through the crowd as he reaches a door to the kitchens. You feel a heat grow across your neck and face. You pray your father eats fast because you can’t escape this table or night until he gives closing remarks.

“Is that my name?” Prince James’ deep voice asks. You might just burst in your spot.

You nod, and without a word, open your hand and place the crumpled card back in its spot. Next to you.

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vaneshifts · 4 months ago

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Vane's List Of Names

I mentioned before that I'm a writer, and I keep a list of names that I consult when I need a new DR name. As promised, I'm posting the list here in case anyone needs some help with their own script.

Note: I DO have more fem names than masc names (sorry) but there's also a bunch of gender neutral names I love. <3

Gender Neutral

Alex

Atlas

Azusa

Bailey

Blake

Cameron

Casey

Charlie

Dakota

Dylan

Emerie / Emery

Envy

Fallon

Georgie

Harper

Hayden

Holland

Hunter

Idris

Jasper

Jem

Jessie / Jesse

Jordan

Logan

Maeve

Martin

Morgan

Noah

Reize

Remi

Robin

Rory

Rowan

Rune

Sam

Sasha

Sky

Sloane

Sol

Spencer

Tatum

Taylor

Tyler

Valentine

Kai

Raegan

Wren

Zia

Fem-Coded

Adelaide

Aja

Ajatri

Alayna

Aleida

Alice

Alina

Allison

Amara

Amaya

Amre

Anastasia

Andromeda

Anessa

Angela

Annabel

Annabeth

Annalys

Anne-Marie

Annika

Anya

Aria

Arya

Astrid

Atalia

Athena

Aurora

Ayla

Azara

Bianca

Bridget

Camicazi

Carly

Cassandra

Charlotte

Chloe

Cielle

Clara

Clarette

Clarissa

Claudia

Cora

Cordelia

Danica

Darcy

Della

Diana

Elara

Echo

Eden

Enid

Erica

Esmarie

Estelle

Eunomia

Evelia

Evie

Evora

Gemma

Genevieve

Grace

Hadley

Haelyn

Hayley

Hope

Ija

Inanna

Inara

Indigo

Indira

Iris

Isabelle

Iskra

Isleen

Isobel

Jade

Jasmine

Jenna

Jessica

Julia

Juliette

Kailyn

Kala

Kalani

Kali

Kallian

Kalista

Kamala

Kasia

Kassidy

Kate

Katie

Kaya

Kayla

Keira

Keja

Kelsie

Kendra

Khiti

Kinsey

Kinsley

Kourtney

Kristen

Kylie

Lani

Lena

Lexi

Lia

Liana

Lila

Lilliana

Lilith

Lily

Lizzie

Luna

Lunaris

Lyanna

Lydia

Lyla

Lyra

Maddie

Madeline

Madisyn (Madi / Mads)

Maira

Mallory (Mal)

Malia

Malina

Marcelene

Marella

Maretta

Maria

Marianna

Marisol

Mavis

Melody

Mercedes (Sadie)

Meridia

Michaela

Millane

Moretta

Myrcella

Myrcelle

Naima

Nara

Natalia

Natasha

Neera

Nefeli

Nerissa (Nessa)

Nymeria

Nyx

Pandora

Pearl

Pepper

Piper

Rachel

Ravenna

Rayne

Rayyana

Rosa

Ruelle

Sadie

Saige

Samantha (Sam)

Samirah (Sam)

Savannah (Sav)

Scarlett

Sereia

Shivani

Sienna

Sirine

Solana

Sophia

Sophie

Soraya

Summer

Sylvia

Sylvie

Talia

Talto

Tara

Taria

Teagan

Tessa

Tessabelle

Thalia

Thena

Theresa

Tiyenna

Valeria

Vane

Victoria

Vienna

Visha

Wanda

Zhara

Zoe

Zoey

Masc-Coded

Alaric

Asael

Asher

Cahir

Caspian

Conan

Eros

Ethan

Evan

Jeremy

Julian

Kane

Luke / Lucian

Marcel

Oliver

Raphael

Ronan

Warner

William / Will

Surnames

Anderson

Aspen

Baker

Barnes

Bishop

Daxer

Foster

Graves

Grayson

Harper

Holland

James

Jayde

Keita

Keller

King

Lawrence

Lawson

Linden

Madden

Marshall

Miller

Moore

Morris

Pearson

Pierce

Prince

Reeves

Thorne

Smith

Solace

Summers

Wilson

Bonus! Valyrian Names

(first names only)

Aerion (M)

Araenia (F)

Chaereah (F)

Daenera (F)

Daenya (F)

Daenys (F)

Delaena (F)

Daenerya (F)

Daenyra (F)

Elaena (F)

Haella (F)

Maela (F)

Maerys (F)

Naelyra (F)

Nerys / Naerys (F)

Raenela (F)

Rhaegon (M)

Saelyra (F)

Saerya (F)

Selaehrys (F)

Selaena (F)

Shiera (F)

Tyrax (M)

Valaena (F)

Veraena / Vera (F)

Vyra (F)

Vysea (F)

Notes:

Feel free to use this list for your DRs, and good luck.

I would absolutely LOVE to know if this helped anyone! <3

And I'll be posting the link to it on the original post I made about this list as well as my pinned introduction post.

Inspired by @batsyi

Happy Shifting!

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pupsmailbox · 1 year ago

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SURREALISM ID PACK

NAMES︰ abigail. abyss. abyssa. achey. adam. adelaide. adeline. agatha. agnes. albert. alexander. alfred. alice. amelia. angel. annabelle. apparition. arch. archie. arthur. atticus. augustus. beatrice. beetle. benedict. benjamin. birdee. bliss. bubbles. bug. bugby. buggy. bunny. cain. calvin. cardee. catherine. cecilia. celeste. chaos. charlotte. chev. chevrotain. chimera. clara. clementine. cloudi. cloudy. compass. crow. dahlia. daisy. daphne. daze. decay. deja. delusion. dorothy. doubt. dove. dream. dreamy. drift. echo. eleanor. elizabeth. emily. enigma. erebos. erebus. ernest. error. eve. evelyn. exite. eyes. fading. fady. faid. faint. fawnly. felicity. felix. fish. fisshu. flaw. flower. forky. foxy. frog. froge. froggy. frost. frosty. ghost. ghosty. gideon. gin. ginnungagap. glitch. glitchy. graham. gray. grey. hare. harriet. hattie. haunt. haven. hazel. heartbeat. heartbreak. henry. hoarfrost. hollow. howl. hugo. icey. illusielle. illusion. imogen. infinesse. infinitie. ink. iris. ivy. jane. juliet. juno. jupiter. kai. key. khali. khaos. khora. kit. larkling. lichen. lichy. lilith. lily. liminal. link. locket. love. lucy. lulu. luminal. luna. mabel. margaret. mars. matilda. matrix. meadow. meddy. mercury. mirage. mirror. misty. mo. mold. moon. moss. mossy. moth. mothy. mug. murmur. mush. mushy. mysterie. nada. nameless. nemo. neptune. night. nightmare. nihil. nobody. noir. noire. noiresse. noirette. nostal. nostalgesse. nostalgette. nothing. nox. null. nyx. oblivionne. obscuritie. obsidian. oceana. ocina. ocula. odditie. oddling. olive. oliver. olivia. ombra. orion. pale. penelope. phantom. phoebe. phone. pin. pluto. poppy. portal. post. pulse. pup. rain. rainy. rippel. ripple. rose. salem. saturn. scythe. scythette. serene. shadow. shivver. shroom. shrum. silver. sky. smile. snak. snake. snek. snowy. socket. sombra. sophie. sparrow. spook. spookie. spooks. spooky. spoon. spotty. sprite. stacy. static. stitch. storm. stormy. stream. sugar. sunny. teeth. telle. theodore. thread. thunder. thunderly. ticket. tide. tooth. tripp. twilight. unknown. vac. vacancy. vacuify. vazio. vega. velvet. venus. victoria. vinyl. vivian. void. vortex. walter. worry. wraith. wren. yearn. zero. zeta.

PRONOUNS︰ ?/?. ?t/?t. [redacted]/[redacted]. _/_. abandon/abandon. ap/ap. backroom/backroom. being/being. bizarre/bizarre. blank/blank. blur/blur. clock/clock. cloud/cloud. cold/cold. creature/creature. creep/creep. dark/dark. daze/daze. deja/vu. deranged/deranged. dim/dim. dream/dream. echo/echo. eerie/eerie. em/empty. empty/empt. empty/empty. end/end. entity/entity. error/error. eye/eye. familiar/familiar. film/film. flower/flower. fog/fog. forget/forget. fru/fru. ghost/ghost. glitch/glitch. h?/h?m. hollow/hollow. hx/hxm. hy/hym. illusion/illusion. ina/ina. infinite/infinite. ink/ink. jpeg/jpeg. key/key. lim/lim. lim/liminal. liminal/liminal. lost/lost. lurk/lurk. mist/mist. moss/moss. mush/mush. mush/shroom. mystery/mystery. night/night. no/exit. no/non. noir/noir. nos/nos. nostal/nostalgia. nostalgia/nostalgia. not/nothing. nothing/nothing. nox/nox. null/null. obsidian/obsidian. odd/odd. one/one. penumbra/penumbra. phantom/phantom. pitch/pitch. pop/pop. rem/ember. scythe/scythe. sh?/h?r. sha/shadow. shade/shade. shadow/shadow. shrooms/shroom. shx/hxr. shy/hyr. silhouette/silhouette. space/space. spiral/spiral. stat/stat. stat/static/static. static/static. stone/stone. strange/strange. surreal/surreal. tele/vision. th?y/th?m. that/thatthing. thing/thing. thon/thon. thxy/thxm. thy/thym. tooth/tooth. tv/tv. twilight/twilight. un/canny. uncanny/uncanny. vae/vaer. vast/vast. venta/venta. voi/voi. voi/void. void/void. vor/tex. watcher/watcher. weird/weird. where?/where?. winde/winde. x/x. yellow/yellow. ⚫. ⚫️. ❓. ❔. 🌀. 🌑. 🌚. 🌫️. 🏚️. 👁️. 💭. 🕳️. 🗝️. 🚪.

SIMILAR LISTS I HAVE︰ 1 2 3 4 ⭐

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zoominag · 5 months ago

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1900-1949

This is part of a series in which I am posting clips of my larger project by decade as I finish them. For more about this project, or to ask me to include your doll or OC, check out my pinned post.

17th century

1700-1739

1740-1769

1770-1799

1800-1849

1850-1899

1995-1999

The OCs in this post that are mine are Hannah and Delia, He-Mei and Florence, Gertrude and Mabel, Hattie and Mattie, Diya and Medha, and Bernice and Lawrence (they're in pairs because I did the Best Friends series based on @americangirlstar's suggestions, and in the process created a Best Friend for each of my own characters). Aoife, Francesca, and Honoka belong to @autistickirstenlarson, Lilyann belongs to @kirstenlarsons, Violette belongs to @getintothesun, Charlotte belongs to @gardner-n-pardner, Hope belongs to @Lorsdolladventures, Francie belongs to @futuristicsaladparadise, Alice belongs to @mapleleagirls, and Adrienne belongs to @addywalkerstan. If you'd like your historical doll or OC included in this project, HERE'S THE LINK; more detail about that at the end.

While putting together previous installations I became aware that I have the birth dates wrong for several of the canon characters. I'm planning a redo for the canon character set, eventually, so please do let me know if I'm wrong about anyone. I might already know, but since I have pretty severe dyscalculia as well as ADHD it's not bad to have the info available in multiple places.

I also feel that I should repeat the statement I made before that I had a hard time finding accurate, non-exoticizing references for Kaya, Speaking Rain, and Singing Bird's wardrobes without embarking on a level of research way beyond the scope of this project. If someone is reading this who has familiarity with and access to visual references for 19th century Nimiipuu, Salish, and Dakota/Lakota clothing, and the time and patience to help me understand them, I would be very interested in learning.

1900s

Caroline Abbott: 99 Clara Montoya: 88-97 Josefina Montoya: 86-95 Hannah Kane: 76-85 Delia Freedman: 76-85 Violette Metoyer: 76-85 Aoife Callaghan: 64-73 Cecile Rey: 58-67 Marie-Grace Gardner: 58-67 Kirsten Larson: 56-65 Singing Bird: 56-65 Charlotte Devereux: 51-60 Addy Walker: 46-55 Sarah Moore: 46-55 He-Mei Hsieh: 35-44 Florence Coburn: 35-44 Lucy Morgan: 35-44 Gertrude Levy: 25-34 Mabel Kaplan: 25-34 Medha/Mahtab: 23-32 Diya/Nasreen: 20-39 Harriet Shapiro: 15-24 Matilda Greene: 15-24 Samantha Parkington: 6-15 Nellie O'Malley: 6-15 Rebecca Rubin 0-5 Ana Rubin 0-5 Alice McDougal 0-5 Frances Elizabeth Whitman 0-1 Francesca Vitale 0

The 20th century begins with some of Samantha's more iconic outfits, but I'm also a fan of the way Addy's school suit translated to 1905, and Kirsten's summer dress to 1908. I took a long break from drawing these because for a while there the world seemed to be improving and I didn't need the regulating effect of this project as much, but hey, looks like we're back. That means I don't have a lot of process comments about the first couple of decades of the 20th century, since I finished them more than a year ago. I'm finding my way back to this project now, and I'm planning on starting again from 1668 with the siblings collection soon.

1910s

Clara Montoya: 98-99 Josefina Montoya: 96-99 Hannah Kane: 86-95 Delia Freedman: 86-95 Violette Metoyer: 86-95 Aoife Callaghan: 74-83 Cecile Rey: 68-77 Marie-Grace Gardner: 68-77 Kirsten Larson: 66-75 Singing Bird: 66-75 Charlotte Devereux: 61-70 Addy Walker: 56-65 Sarah Moore: 56-65 He-Mei Hsieh: 45-54 Florence Coburn: 45-54 Lucy Morgan: 45-54 Gertrude Levy: 35-44 Mabel Kaplan: 35-44 Medha/Mahtab: 33-42 Diya/Nasreen: 30-49 Harriet Shapiro: 25-34 Matilda Greene: 25-34 Samantha Parkington: 16-25 Nellie O'Malley: 16-25 Rebecca Rubin 6-15 Ana Rubin 6-15 Alice McDougal 6-15 Frances Elizabeth Whitman 2-11 Francesca Vitale 1-10 Claudie Wells 0-6 Nina 0-6 Dinah Hope Bellini 0-5 Bernice Wright 0-4 Lawrence Ross 0-4

1916 is a unique moment in fashion and it was fun to adapt some of the more elaborate Victorian outfits like Marie-Grace, Cecile, and Violette's formal winter outfits. The 1910s in general are an underrepresented fashion era and I'm enjoying looking back at these.

1920s Hannah Kane: 96-99 Delia Freedman: 96-99 Violette Metoyer: 96-99 Aoife Callaghan: 84-93 Cecile Rey: 78-87 Marie-Grace Gardner: 78-87 Kirsten Larson: 76-85 Singing Bird: 76-85 Charlotte Devereux: 71-80 Addy Walker: 66-75 Sarah Moore: 66-75 He-Mei Hsieh: 55-64 Florence Coburn: 55-64 Lucy Morgan: 55-64 Gertrude Levy: 45-54 Mabel Kaplan: 45-54 Medha/Mahtab: 43-52 Diya/Nasreen: 40-59 Harriet Shapiro: 35-44 Matilda Greene: 35-44 Samantha Parkington: 26-35 Nellie O'Malley: 26-35 Rebecca Rubin 16-25 Ana Rubin 16-25 Alice McDougal 16-25 Frances Elizabeth Whitman 12-21 Francesca Vitale 11-20 Bernice Wright 5-16 Lawrence Ross 5-16 Dinah Hope Bellini 6-15 Kit Kitteredge 0-7 Ruthie Smithens 0-7

Finally, the 20s! I'm really disappointed that Claudie hasn't gotten much in the way of a collection yet. When I drew this decade a year or so ago I had put off adding Claudie and the Hoffman twins to this project because I was waiting for more outfits to be released for each of them, but that doesn't seem probable right now so I filled out Claudie's collection with a mixture of fashion plates and designs that AGblr members have made for their own Claudie's. Check out the real life versions by @futuristicsaladparadise (here) and @doll-princesse (here)! They're both really spectacular designs. I left my pre-Claudie 1920s Harlem OCs, Bernice and Lawrence, in the rotation as well.

1930s

Aoife Callaghan: 94-99 Cecile Rey: 88-97 Marie-Grace Gardner: 88-97 Kirsten Larson: 86-95 Singing Bird: 86-95 Charlotte Devereux: 81-90 Addy Walker: 76-85 Sarah Moore: 76-85 He-Mei Hsieh: 65-74 Florence Coburn: 65-74 Lucy Morgan: 65-74 Gertrude Levy: 55-64 Mabel Kaplan: 55-64 Medha/Mahtab: 53-62 Diya/Nasreen: 50-69 Harriet Shapiro: 45-54 Matilda Greene: 45-54 Samantha Parkington: 36-45 Nellie O'Malley: 36-45 Rebecca Rubin 26-35 Ana Rubin 26-35 Alice McDougal 26-35 Frances Elizabeth Whitman 22-31 Francesca Vitale 21-30 Bernice Wright 15-26 Lawrence Ross 15-26 Dinah Hope Bellini 16-25 Kit Kitteredge 8-17 Ruthie Smithens 8-17 Lillyann Bonney 0-9 Nanea Mitchell 0-8 Lily Suda 0-8 Emily Bennet 0-7 Molly McIntire 0-6 Honoka Oishi 0

In the 1930s skirts get longer again. I imagine Rebecca thriving on the romantic bias cut gowns and Samantha appreciating the freedom to experiment more often with trousers. Speaking of trousers, I'm glad I left Bernice and Lawrence in the mix despite how close they are to Claudie because now we get to celebrate Lawrence's move from knickerbockers to long pants! Very grown-up. One thing you probably can't tell at this scale is that Alice is very slightly taller than the other characters. As always, I love an opportunity to make small alterations to the model, especially since Charlotte is at an age where her using a cane doesn't make me change the model for her. Between AG having a lot of 20th century characters and AGblr having a lot of 20th century OCs, it's getting a little crowded in here, but it makes for a good party!

1940s

Cecile Rey: 98-99 Marie-Grace Gardner: 98-99 Kirsten Larson: 96-99 Singing Bird: 96-99 Charlotte Devereux: 91-99 Addy Walker: 86-95 Sarah Moore: 86-95 He-Mei Hsieh: 75-84 Florence Coburn: 75-84 Lucy Morgan: 75-84 Gertrude Levy: 65-74 Mabel Kaplan: 65-74 Medha/Mahtab: 63-72 Diya/Nasreen: 60-79 Harriet Shapiro: 55-64 Matilda Greene: 55-64 Samantha Parkington: 46-55 Nellie O'Malley: 46-55 Rebecca Rubin 36-45 Ana Rubin 36-45 Alice McDougal 36-45 Frances Elizabeth Whitman 32-41 Francesca Vitale 31-40 Bernice Wright 25-36 Lawrence Ross 25-36 Dinah Hope Bellini 26-35 Kit Kitteredge 18-27 Ruthie Smithens 18-27 Lillyann Bonney 10-19 Nanea Mitchell 9-18 Lily Suda 9-18 Emily Bennet 8-17 Molly McIntire 7-16 Honoka Oishi 1-10 Adrienne Davis 0-5 Maryellen Larkin 0-5 Davy Fenstermacher 0-5

All right, we're almost caught up with where I was when the project paused, so the next post in the series will have more to say about the fashions, since it'll be more recent in my mind.

As always, to get your historical doll or OC included in this project, HERE'S THE LINK. Obviously if your doll is from earlier than the 21st century they'll have to wait for the next round of drawings, but you're welcome to put them in the form and I'll include them in the next round, which will otherwise focus on the siblings of canon characters.

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