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Box with peacock - FABERGÉ
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escapismsworld · 1 year
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House of Fabergé
Manufactured by Henrik Emmanuel Wigstrom.
Nephrite, silver gilt, enamel chalcedony and gold.
Given in 1908 by Emperor Nicholas II of Russia to his cousin King Edward VII to mark their meeting at Reval.
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glitter-lace-and-mace · 7 months
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Imagine a tiny house decorated like this 💗
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Just been away in Aryshire. It was meant to be a quiet place, or at least it would have been without my mother's incessant chatter. Should have had a chance to read and de-stress, but her attitude and barbs denied me both.
Still, we went to some nice places, even if it did take a while to get to them.
Culzean Castle:
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Abbotsford:
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Hill House:
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Where we had some excellent Empire Biscuits:
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Dumfries House had too many kids and the guides were not as friendly as they were everywhere else, nor was the food as good.
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Same with the Willow Tea Rooms on Buchanan Street in Glasgow. We didn't try the original on Sauchiehall Street because the menu was a toss up between pub grub and high tea - Mum made a barb about not going there. I wish we had lunch at Hill House and forgot Glasgow altogether. The main dish was not tasty, ditto the tisane. The Clootie dumplings were nice, but the custard was not hot enough.
Mum doesn't want to go home and wants to spend Christmas here. I do not want to spend Christmas here as dinners have not been hot enough, so I dread how turkey would be managed, and I can't wait to get back home, despite the traffic.
Tomorrow we go to the Faberge exhibition at the V&A and they go back to work on Tuesday. My last assignment isn't due until 24th May, so I can relax for a bit, I hope.
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adreenil98 · 11 months
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Fabergé Eggs: The Iconic Treasures of the House of Fabergé
Fabergé eggs are the absolute most perfect and costly bits of enhancing craftsmanship on the planet. These eggs were made by Peter Carl Fabergé, a Russian goldsmith of French beginning, who became popular for his mind-boggling craftsmanship and his ability to interest to make extravagant things for the Russian magnificent family. Today, Fabergé eggs are viewed as among the most important and sought-after collectibles, with probably the most popular models selling for a huge number of dollars.
Faberge eggs were first made in the last part of the 1800s and mid-1900s for the Russian Supreme family. The main egg was charged by Tsar Alexander III as an Easter gift for his significant other, Sovereign Maria Fedorovna, in 1885. The egg was made of gold, plated in white, and had a little brilliant hen inside, which thusly contained a jewel scaled-down of the supreme crown. The progress of this first egg prompted the commission of 49 additional eggs throughout the following 32 years, with each egg turning out to be more perplexing and elaborate than the last.
Each Faberge egg was special and contained a shock or secret fortune inside. A portion of the eggs had scaled-down clocks, while others contained smaller than-usual representations or even whole music boxes. The eggs were made of gold, platinum, and valuable stones, with perplexing plans and hand-created subtleties that made them genuinely exceptional. The quality and craftsmanship of these eggs were unrivaled, with each egg requiring a while to make.
Fabergé eggs have become very important throughout the long term, with the absolute most well-known models selling for a huge number of dollars. The most costly Faberge egg at any point sold was the "Winter Egg," which was sold by the Forbes family in 2002 for $9.6 million. This egg was made in 1913 and highlighted a minuscule model of a sled, made of gold and precious stones, with a representation of the tsarevich inside. Other popular Fabergé eggs incorporate the "Crowning ceremony Egg," which was made to remember the crowning ritual of Nicholas II in 1896, and the "Magnificent Crowning liturgy Egg," which was made to praise the royal celebration of Tsar Alexander III in 1887.
The cost of a Fabergé egg can change enormously contingent upon its unique case, condition, and verifiable importance. A few eggs have been lost or obliterated throughout the long term, while others have been gone down through families or sold at sell-off. Today, it is assessed that there are just 43 known enduring Fabergé eggs, with a considerable lot of them held in confidential assortments or galleries.
The Faberge egg price can vary greatly depending on factors such as its age, rarity, condition, and provenance. Some of the most valuable eggs are those created for the Russian Imperial family, which are extremely rare and can fetch tens of millions of dollars at auction.
As of late, there has been a restored revenue in Fabergé eggs, with gatherers and financial backers anxious to procure these uncommon and significant bits of history. A few specialists foresee that the worth of Fabergé eggs will just keep on rising, creating them a shrewd venture for the individuals who can manage the cost of them. In any case, for a great many people, Fabergé eggs stay an image of extravagance and craftsmanship, an object of marvel and excellence that is past the span of customary humans.
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Etsy listing available in my shop
Check out this item in my Etsy shop https://www.etsy.com/listing/1347781517/faberge-1992-christmas-ornament-rare
Do you need a fabulous ornament to commemorate a special event that occurred in 1992? This hard-to-find Faberge ornament would be perfect!
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otmaaromanovas · 3 months
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Miniature portraits of Grand Duchesses Maria and Anastasia Nikolaevna alongside the hospital where they visited injured soldiers during WWI by artist Vasili Zuev, set in a pink enamel Faberge frame
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The caption alongside translates as: ‘‘In this frame of pink enamel, on a surface guilloched by the sun's rays, there are two miniatures by the artist Vasily Zuev: Grand Duchesses Maria and Anastasia and the [Feodorovsky Hospital] House of Mercy, in which they helped the suffering.”
Zuev painted multiple miniatures of the Imperial Family, often set into Faberge jewellery or items. This miniature of the Grand Duchesses from this piece has sometimes been attributed to being from a Faberge Egg or lost.
A few months ago, after a little searching, I at last found the full piece!
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currentlymotivated · 1 month
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Carmen X Player´s Older Sister! Reader
This might be the hardest caper Player had ever helped with. The one that tested his sanity. His white whale. He had faced off against hackers and state-of-the-art security systems before, but these were the most infuriating working conditions he ever had. Nothing would ever come close to this. His big sister, Y/N, was chipping away at his sanity in an impressive display of the cruelty only siblings are capable of. And Carmen wasn´t helping. 
“Oh wow, you sure dress to impress.” you said, staring at the live feed of an auction house in Paris.
“This old thing? If I had known I would have an audience I might have picked something different.” Carmen replied with a smug smile.
The dress, obviously red, had been bought the day before just for this event. Player had the literal receipt, but he didn´t feel like arguing and instead changed the topic.
“So, the door you´re looking for should be the next one on your left.”
The thief slipped away so seamlessly you would have thought she vanished into thin air. As soon as the view on the screen changed, he noticed something new in the system.
“Hold it, Red.”
“What is it, Player?”
“The next hall has lasers. Like spy-movie-levels lasers.”
Carmen reached the corner and took a peek.
“Not a problem for me.”
She had the audacity to sound amused.
“Can you actually do that? Flip your way through the whole grid like in the movies?” you murmured, sliding closer to the edge of your seat.
“Of course! What kind of super thief would I be if I couldn´t?”
“I can disable it, though.” he grumbled.
You lightly slapped his arm.
“Shut it, I want to see her try.”
Carmen proceeded to show off in the most unnecessary ways. She slipped under lasers she could have easily gone over. She danced around the room without a care for efficiency. She even had the guts to end her routine with an actual backflip that she landed perfectly. Honestly, did no one remember they were on a tight schedule?
“Damn, backwards and in heels, huh?” you practically purred.
“I aim to entertain.”
“Could you please focus on the caper?”
You scowled at him, but Carmen was quick to return to the task at hand.
“Alright, where to?”
“Take the next right and the crates should be in there. You should have just enough time to switch the Faberge egg for the fake before the auction starts.”
She reached the room and began looking at the lot numbers. It didn´t take long to find the correct box, replace the egg with a convincing replica and put everything back in place. Player sighed with relief and guided her to the roof, where there were no cameras. He thought that now that you couldn’t see Carmen anymore you would leave, but clearly that was too much to ask for.
“I never get tired of this view.” Carmen said.
“The city at night?” you asked.
“It´s really something else. The buildings, the Seine, the few stars you can make out… No wonder they call it the city of lights.”
There was a brief pause, Carmen taking it in and you closing your eyes to imagine it.
“I´ve never been to Paris, actually.”
“Then you will be in need of a guide when you come. I know a couple of places I think you would like.”
“Oh? Where would you take me, then?”
“There´s this café that-“
The sound of the door to the roof slamming open startled the two of you.
“Carmen Sandiego! You are under arrest!” Chase Devineaux´s voice announced.
Player had never been happier to see, well, hear, him. He was so glad he forgot to be worried about how the inspector had made it so far without him noticing.
“Your timing could use some work, Devineaux.” Carmen quipped. “Player, can you let Zack know I´m in a bit of a hurry?”
“On it.”
He was still relieved about the interruption, but as soon as the rest of the team got away, he was planning to ban you from his room while a caper was in process. Never again would he be your victim during work hours. Not if he could help it.
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rarepears · 9 months
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Endeavor has a (dragon) egg and doesn’t know what to do with it. Where are the parents, who knows? Attempts to leave the egg at a Lost and Found Center or Orphanage are unsuccessful because of Reasons.
His heat and warmth unintentionally create ideal temperatures for incubation. Probably the main reason egg was left with him. And surprise surprise it hatches.
Dragonlet imprints on Endeavor and now he really can’t give Eggy (unofficial name) up.
Now I have the image of Endeavor stepping out of his house (that's on fire) with a freshly hatched dragon perching on his shoulder like he's Daenerys Targaryen.
Endeavor was gifted this random ass egg that looked interesting - not like a Russian faberge egg but more like a pretty tumbled until shining gemstone/pebble rock - and he kept it around as a stress toy he would touch and palm while stress in his office. Kind of like a paperweight of sorts but with more handling and touching.
Until his firstborn accidentally set the house on fire with the first emergence of a fire quirk. That certainly was one way to declaring to the world what his quirk was.
Endeavor rushed into his home to rescue his pregnant wife and son and ended up getting a newborn dragon to imprint on him in the process.
Great.
(Now that he has a very intelligent but naught pet to deal with... Endeavor doesn't really have too much time to focus on training Touya to be a hero. To control his fire quirk, yes. But he's also busy with a dragon that keeps trying to sneak into the food pantry and eat unhealthy things or a dragon that wants to run away and explore the world, heedless of the fact that it gets lost every time it leaves the Todoroki estate and goes into a city full of too many identical looking skyscrapers.
It's not fun trying to retrieve a lost dragon when there's panicking policemen on the line, unhappy mayors and drooling media who want to talk about the aftermath, and of course screaming civilians whose screams make the dragon scream louder in response.)
[More in #endeavor gets a pet dragon AU]
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In the cold November rain
Eddie Munson/Fem!Reader Steve Harrington/Fem!Reader Ao3
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TW: Story runs congruent to events in the show. If you know what happens in season 4, then you'll know how this will end.*Be warned.* 18+ Eventually Smut, Angst, High School Fuckery, Drinking, Drugs Let me know if I miss any.
Can you have two great loves in a lifetime? 
You've had the ideal childhood in Hawkins with your best friend & protector Steve Harrington. When it's ripped away, can you pick up the pieces? Eddie Munson may be able to help. 
A story about the pain of growing up, unrequited love, and loss. 
Part 1 /12? Masterlist
Sincerest & Eternal Thanks To @loveshotzz A magnificent writer & phenomenal human who sparked my Eddie love. I never would have posted this without her.
Inspired by @loveshotzz & notes by @eddieandbird
The bell tinkles as you enter Family Video, a girl with shoulder-length hair is behind the counter, flipping through a magazine. She barely looks up as you walk to the romance section. You've been looking forward to tonight for weeks. You have the perfect evening planned, you and John Huges alone in your parent's house. Microwave popcorn, teenage angst, and no thinking. Your workload is crushing this semester. With the deadline for three big projects looming, your stress level is at an all-time high, and Jake Ryan is sure to cure what ails you. Your parents tried to convince you to postpone your plans for another weekend. They were at the lake all week and didn't want to miss your short visit home. As much as you loved them, you planned it this way on purpose, wanting to be on your own for a while. You were scanning the shelves when a familiar voice interrupted.
"Can I…Oh! It's you." Steve Harrington is beside you, with his long hair pushed back from his face looking perfect and handsome in his green vest with his name pinned to it. "What are you doing here?" He asks, pulling you in for a friendly hug. He still smells the same, Irish Spring, Faberge shampoo, and all the other little things that make you think of home.
"I needed a movie." It's overwhelming having him so close again. "You work here?"
"Yeah. It's kind of depressing, right? This is actually a step up from my last job." It's not like him to be anything less than confident.
"There's nothing wrong with working here, Steve."
"You look so different. I almost didn't recognize you."
"Gee, thanks." You tease.
"You're beautiful. Just old. I mean, not old..older."
You laugh as he stumbles over his words. "That's what happens when you grow up."
You've known Steve Harrington all your life. Your parents are friends, and your dads do business together. When you were little, he used to run around naked in your backyard, and you spent many summer days swimming in his pool. There are albums full of photos of the two of you on family vacations and during the holidays.
He was your best friend in Elementary School. You were shy and quiet, and he was confident and cool. Even back then, he was larger than life. He protected you from bullies and ensured you always had a seat next to him at lunch. You never had to make your own friends because it was just expected that his crowd would welcome you. In return, you took care of him. His parents were frequently gone, and he wasn't their top priority when they were home. Your mom always had an extra snack waiting for him and an extra place set in case he stayed for dinner. You think your dad had secretly wanted a boy. He spent hours with Steve playing catch in the backyard. He even coached one of his little league teams for a season. You were in awe of him. You'd play whatever game he chose and watch all his favorite cartoons. The only thing that mattered to you was being by his side. He would talk endlessly about sports, which you were never interested in, but you never missed a single one of his games.
Things start changing as you head into middle school. He grew taller and his features sharpened. Being a natural athlete gave him lean muscles that girls started whispering about. Your social status was elevated for just knowing him. The other girls told you how lucky you were that he spent time with you. And that's how you felt lucky and special. He was always one of the cool kids, but now he spent more time working at it. He liked the benefits of being popular, and so did you, so you never questioned him.
One afternoon you came from school, and your mother tearily told you your dog Pepper had been hit by a car. You ran to his house crying, throwing yourself into his arms. You expected him to cry with you or at least be sad. You wanted him to get you through it, make it okay like he always did. A few boys from his basketball team were hanging around when you arrived. They traded uncomfortable looks while you explained what happened. He held you at arm's length and told you that Pepper was just a dog and that you were embarrassing him. From that day forward, you understood that there are expectations that come along with standing by his side. So you became what he wanted. You wouldn't swear or gossip; you were a nice girl, a sweet girl. You always wore nice clothes, sweater sets, and preppy loafers. Your frizzy hair tamed into a high pony or a bun. You looked like you belonged with him. When you were alone, he'd act more like himself, playful and even a little goofy. Those moments made you fall in love with him, and you fell hard. He could make your whole day with only a smile or a kind word.
He started dating the summer before high school. That's when the first cracks appeared on your heart. He didn't see you anymore. You were just…there. An accessory. He still treated you kindly and made sure you had a seat close to him at the lunch table, just not next to him. Not anymore. That seat was for whoever had caught his eye. He climbed through your window late after practice or after a date to tell you about his day. More cracks came when the conversation would turn to his girlfriends, but if you could be what he needed, maybe he would come back to you. Someday he would realize that you were the one that truly cared about him. So you grew a thick skin and waited.
You picked all the same classes as him so you could help with his homework and have more time with him. You had a seat with the popular kids in every class. Steve's parents started going out of town more often. He threw parties while they were gone cementing his title as King Steve. You were always invited, and they were always fun. You would stay over and help him clean up so his parents wouldn't find out. You took your place at the top of the high school social hierarchy. You walked the halls beside him with your head high in the air. Everyone knew who you were, and you got used to being treated a certain way. He gave you everything, and you never earned any of it.
Part 2
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loiladadiani · 11 months
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Grand Duchess Marie Pavlovna (the Elder) (1854–1920)
Marie Alexandrine Elisabeth Eleonore was born a Duchess of the Grand Ducal House of Mecklenburg to Frederick Francis II, Grand Duke of Mecklenburg-Schwerin - and his first wife, Princess Augusta Reuss of Köstritz (1822–1862)
She married Grand Duke Vladimir Alexandrovich, third son of Tzar Alexander II. She was distantly related to Tzar Pavel I and took the patronymic of "Pavlovna" to highlight this relationship. During the reign of Nicholas II, she was a prominent personage, incredibly rich and incredibly fond of jewelry.
She had great taste in jewels. Some of the most beautiful pieces owned by the British Royal Family today (such as the Vladimir Tiara) were made for her (or stones used in those pieces come from jewels originally made for her.)
Although Bolin was the official jeweler of the Russian Court during the time of Nicholas II and Faberge was also greatly esteemed...she developed a relationship with Cartier during her frequent visits to Paris...and became one of his first prominent Russian clients. The pearl choker, with platinum and diamonds, featured above, was one of the pieces he designed and made for her.
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FABERGÉ EGGS - Happy Easter
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joao-gomes-blog · 1 year
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The Rock Crystal Egg or Revolving Miniatures Egg is an Imperial Fabergé egg, one in a series of fifty-two jeweled eggs made under the supervision of Peter Carl Fabergé for the Russian Imperial family. It was created in 1896 for Empress Alexandra Fyodorovna. The egg currently resides in the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts.The egg was created by Faberge's workmaster, Mikhail Evlampievich Perkhin (Russian, 1860–1903) with miniatures by Johannes Zehngraf (Danish, 1857–1908)[2] It stands about 248 mm (9 3/4 in) tall on its stand, with a diameter of 98 mm (3 7/8 in.)[3] The outer shell is rock crystal banded with emerald-green enameled gold studded with diamonds. On the apex of the egg is a 27-carat (5.4 g) Siberian emerald supported by an emerald-green enameled gold mount. This cabochon-style emerald is one of the largest gemstones Fabergé used in any of the Imperial eggs.[4] The egg's base sits on a plinth of rock crystal. The base consists of a colorfully enameled gold double spheroid which is circled twice with rose-cut diamonds. It has the monograms of the Tsarina, as the Princess Alix of Hesse-Darmstadt before her marriage, and later as Alexandra Fedorovna, Empress of Russia. Each monogram is surmounted with a diamond crown of the respective royal house.[4] These monograms form a continuous pattern around the base of the egg.Inside the rock crystal egg is a gold support holding twelve miniature paintings. The paintings are of the various palaces and residences that were significant to the Empress. Each location holds a special memory for Nicholas and Alexandra in the early days of their courtship, as they had just been married two years prior, in 1894.
When the large cabochon emerald on the apex is depressed it engages a mechanism that rotates the miniatures inside the egg. A hook moves down and folds the framed pictures back, like the pages of a book, so two paintings can be fully seen at one time.[1] Each miniature is framed in gold with an emerald on the apex. The frames are attached to a central fluted gold shaft which passes vertically through the egg.[4]
The locations include:
The Neues Palais, Darmstadt, Germany: Palace where the Empress was born.
Kranichstein, Hesse: A favorite summer residence of the Empress' youth.
Balmoral Castle, Scotland: Childhood holiday destination of Alexandra's grandmother, Queen Victoria.
Old Grand Ducal Palace (Altes Palais), Darmstadt: Official seat of Alexandra's father, Ludwig IV, Grand Duke of Hesse.
Wolfsgarten, Hesse: Hunting lodge Alexandra's family visited as a child.
Windsor Castle, near London, England: A residence of Queen Victoria where Alexandra visited as a child.
Palace Church, Coburg: Site where Alexandra first consented to marry Nicholas.
Schloss Rosenau, Coburg: A site Nicholas and Alexandra visited the day after their engagement.
Osborne House, Isle of Wight: Site of Nicholas' visit to see Alexandra while they were engaged.
The Winter Palace, St. Petersburg: The site of Nicholas and Alexandra's wedding.
Anichkov Palace, St. Petersburg: Residence of Maria Feodorovna, where Alexandra spent her first year in Russia.
The Alexander Palace, Tsarskoe Selo, near St. Petersburg: the Imperial family's favorite winter residence.The egg was presented by Nicholas II to Alexandra Fedorovna on March 24, 1896. She received it at Eastertide in the same year that the young couple had suddenly ascended the throne.[1]
In 1909 the egg was housed in the Empress' study in the Winter Palace. The egg was seized by the Kerensky Provisional Government and moved to the Armory Palace of the Kremlin in Moscow along with approximately 40 other eggs. In 1930, the Rock Crystal Egg was one of the ten Eggs sold by the Antikvariat (Trade Department) to the Hammer Galleries in New York for 8000 rubles, or approximately $4000 U.S. In 1945 the egg became the last of five Imperial Easter Eggs bought by Lillian Thomas Pratt, the wife of a General Motors executive John Lee Pratt. Upon Lillian Thomas Pratt's death in 1947, the egg was willed to Virginia Museum of Fine Arts, Richmond, Virginia. It remains on view as part of the Virginia Museum of Fine Art's European Decorative Art collection
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"Saburo? Fabrege?" Kujaku called out while looking around the house for them. When he couldn't find them, he started to get a little worried.
"We're back, just went out for a little walk. I needed the exercise and Faberge seemed all too happy to come along for the proverbial ride. I thought you were busy with computer work." Saburo elaborated.
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firecurls-27 · 1 year
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do cuphead and mugman have any pets
The goat from the front yard (Vincent van goat) when they first got her, that thought it was male. She and pine do most of the chores around the house, and are really good friends! She does have to keep pine from killing the owl in the tree that comes over every now and again to talk shit.
The fish on top of the piano (mr. bubbles) that’s rosé’s pet. Vessel got the fish for rosé on their first marriage anniversary. Rosé absolutely LOVES fish but never had enough time to raise one when she was younger, she trusts kettle and the boys enough to watch him while she’s at work. (Mugman does most of the caretaking)
The goose behind the house (in the art of cuphead, it said originally kettle was supposed to have a goose in his backyard) (glass) she’s made entirely out of stained glass and can have faberge eggs. Kettle hides the eggs to sell for himself. He don’t share money! >:T
Vessel has a pet Siamese cat he’s had since he was 12. (Pinaree, pine) a very sassy cat, yet responsible. Protector of the house. She’s known the cup bros since they were itty-bitty sippy cups. They used to use her as a pillow when they were in their cradles. After vessel went missing, she disappeared too. But once he came back, she came home after a few months. Keeps trying to kill kettle because he ran her over with his truck and cost her one of her 9 lives. Very picky eater, her favorite food is grilled salmon covered in honey.
Mugman’s pet mice. (Ding, ding-ding, evie) You know that one story he tells about those mice in his shoe? He kept them and they live in his room. He does a good job keeping them from kettle, and they have hidden tubes in the wall to play in! Them and pine had an agreement that as long as they don’t touch her things, they’re free to live.
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robbielewis · 2 years
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House of Faberge
"The Rothschild Faberge egg " - Egg Shaped Clock which Belonged to Baron Edward Rothschild (1868—1949)
Authors:   Clockmaker: Rode, Nikolay, active early 20th century; Master: Perkhin, Michael. 1860-1903
Material:     gold, silver, metal, "rose cutting" diamonds, pearls
Courtesy:  The State Hermitage Museum
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