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vincentbriggs · 15 days

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Hello! I'm trying to draw something for a friend. Both of our characters live in the late 1720s. They both have regular outfits, but I want to draw them wearing something fancy. My friend has described his character as having a very bad sense of fashion. I can't really picture what a bad outfit back then would look like. Do you?

Hello! Well I haven't got all that much of a feel for what might have been considered a bad outfit back then, but there is one image that immediately comes to mind of someone who's very definitely badly dressed, and it's this guy. From the 4th panel of Hogarth's Marriage A la Mode (1743-45).

His individual garments look fine to me, but they're horribly mismatched! (And a bit old fashioned for the mid 40's.) You'll note that the coat cuffs are made of a large brocade that contrasts with the main body of the coat, which was very popular in the first half of the century, but that style was meant to be worn with a matching waistcoat in the same brocade. Instead he's got a completely plain waistcoat that doesn't match at all.

And the breeches should match the main coat fabric, but his don't! The black and brown and beige clash awfully. He's also got a lot more rings and a much bigger & sparklier earring than I've seen on any other guy from the era, which I speculate might have been tack and/or un-masculine, but I have no sources so don't quote me on that. I just know that when 18th century guys are wearing rings in a portrait it's usually just one, and I've only ever seen simple little hoop earrings in a very few portraits. But again, emphasis on the "speculate" part of that sentence.

(And I've just noticed that the guy next to him has curling papers in his hair, which I think is probably also meant to make him look silly and not properly dressed. No idea what the opinion would have been about the folding fan dangling from the wrist of the next guy over, but it is intriguing. The very large beauty spot on his lip is probably meant to look bad though.)

That painting is a bit later than what you're asking about, but the style of matching cuffs & waistcoat was popular in the 20's too, so here are some examples of what it's supposed to look like. A lot of them are very elaborate brocades paired with a solid dark coloured velvet, but sometimes it's a contrasting plain fabric with a ton of metal embroidery.

(1725)

(1723)

And an extant c. 1730's example from the NMS collection.

You might also look at 1710's images, because being a decade behind the current fashions would certainly make you badly dressed for the era.

(c. 1715-20)

So, I guess just put them in clashing parts of 2 or 3 different matched suits? (I am assuming you're asking about suits, since this ask was sent to me and I do not know very many things about dresses. Mostly only what I absorb from other costumers who post about it, and barely anyone does early 18th century.)

Please note that this does not apply to the 1780's-90's, fashion plates from those decades are incredibly full of clashing and mismatched suits. (Though it would probably still be bad to wear those ones on a very formal occasion.)

#ask #18th century #1720's #fashion

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vinceaddams · 8 months

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Early 18th (and late 17th) century fashions are so under-utilized in vampire media and I think it's a damn shame.

I don't actually think I've ever seen a single image of a vampire character in an early 18th century suit. Hardly any movies set in that era either, and hardly any historical costumers who do it. (Even my beloved gay pirate show set in 1717 takes nearly all of its 18th century looks from the second half of the century. Not enough appreciation for baroque fashion!!)

Yes I love late 18th century fashion as much as anyone, and 19th century formal suits are all very well and good, but if you want something that says old, dead, wealthy, and slightly dishevelled, then the 1690's-1730's are where it's at.

(Retrato del Virrey Alencastre Noroña y Silva, Duque de Linares, ca. 1711-1723.)

There was so much dark velvet, and so many little metallic buttons & buttonholes. Blood red linings were VERY fashionable in this era, no matter what the colour of the rest of the suit was.

(Johann Christoph Freiherr von Bartenstein by Martin van Meytens the Younger, 1730's.)

The slits on the front of the shirts are super low, they button only at the collar, and it's fashionable to leave most of the waistcoat unbuttoned so the shirt sticks out, as seen in the above portraits.

(Portrait of Anne Louis Goislard de Montsabert, Comte de Richbourg-le-Toureil, 1734.)

Waistcoats are very long, coats are very full, and the cuffs are huge. But the sleeves are on the shorter side to show off more of that shirt, and the ruffles if it has them! Creepy undead hands with long nails would sit so nicely under those ruffles.

(1720's-30's, LACMA)

Embroidery designs are huge and chunky and often full of metallic threads, and the brocade designs even bigger.

(1730's, V&A, metal and silk embroidery on silk satin.)

Sometimes they did this fun thing where the coat would have contrasting cuffs made from the same fabric as the waistcoat.

(Niklaus Sigmund Steiger by Johann Rudolf Huber, 1724.)

Tell me this look isn't positively made for vampires!

(Portrait of Jean-Baptiste de Roll-Montpellier, 1713.)

(Yeah I am cherry-picking mostly red and black examples for this post, and there are plenty of non-vampire-y looking images from this time, but you get the idea!)

And the wrappers (at-home robes) were also cut very large, and, if you could afford it, made with incredible brocades.

(Portrait of a nobleman by Giovanni Maria delle Piane, no date given but I'd guess maybe 1680's or 90's.)

(Circle of Giovanni Maria delle Piane, no date given but I'd guess very late 17th or very early 18th century.)

Now that looks like a child who's been stuck at the same age for a hundred years if I ever saw one!

I don't know as much about the women's fashion from this era, but they had many equally large and elabourate things.

(1730's, Museo del Traje.)

(Don't believe The Met's shitty dating, this is a robe volante from probably the 1720's.)

(Mantua, c. 1708, The Met. No idea why they had to be that specific when they get other things wrong by entire decades but ok.)

(Portrait of Duchess Colavit Piccolomini, 1690's.)

(Maria van Buttinga-van Berghuys by Hermannus Collenius, 1717.)

Sometimes they also had these cute little devil horn hair curls that came down on either side of the forehead.

(Viago in drag Portrait of a lady, Italian School, c. 1690.)

Enough suave Victorian vampires, I want to see Baroque ones! With huge wigs and brocade coat cuffs so big they go past the elbow!

#long post #vampires #fashion #history #18th century #17th century #someday. SOMEDAY I will make a black/red/dark orange/metallic gold 1720's suit #I've got nearly all the materials I just need to:#1. Learn how to make early 18th century metallic thread buttons‚ preferably without having to buy the super expensive kind of thread #2. get a wig and style it appropriately

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fauvester · 1 year

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time honored garak-bashir tradition of dangerous holosuite romps

#dee s 9 #garashir adoption au #iskra encouraging her friends to play in her stupid little space with her #and rulada getting to let off a little hand to hand combat steam in an acceptable setting #tbh iskra is Not strong and Does not like fighting but she does like swinging around on ropes and monologuing #also some poor crewman is going to be triaged by a doctor in 1720s naval uniform #rura never really cared much for fake fighting until iskra begggggged her to keep her company in the holosuite #rura like Oh. this is much less fighting and more Committing to the bit. ok maybe i can try this #iskra: ok you're gonna be the good guy. on account of your Ethics. and im going to be the SEXY PIRATE QUEEN #chauncey hates holosuites bc none of the characters have thoughts that he can hear and its very off putting #lisseia sees no point to them. shes got enough shit to do irl #NOW i can draw hannibal au.

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spookyfoxdreamer · 2 months

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kemetic-dreams · 3 months

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Afro-Jamaicans are Jamaicans of predominant African descent. They represent the largest ethnic group in the country.

The ethnogenesis of the African Jamaican people stemmed from the Atlantic slave trade of the 16th century, when enslaved Africans were transported as slaves to Jamaica and other parts of the Americas. During the period of British rule, slaves brought into Jamaica were primarily Akan, some of whom ran away and joined with Maroons and even took over as leaders

West Africans were enslaved in wars with other West African states and kidnapped by either African or European slavers. The most common means of enslaving an African was through abduction.

Based on slave ship records, enslaved Africans mostly came from the Akan people (notably those of the Asante Kotoko alliance of the 1720's: Asante, Bono, Wassa, Nzema and Ahanta) followed by Kongo people, Fon people, Ewe people, and to a lesser degree: Yoruba, Ibibio people and Igbo people. Akan (then called Coromantee) culture was the dominant African culture in Jamaica.

Originally in earlier British colonization, the island before the 1750s was in fact mainly Akan imported. However, between 1663 and 1700, only six per cent of slave ships to Jamaica listed their origin as the Gold Coast, while between 1700 and 1720 that figure went up to 27 per cent. The number of Akan slaves arriving in Jamaica from Kormantin ports only increased in the early 18th century. But due to frequent rebellions from the then known "Coromantee" that often joined the slave rebellion group known as the Jamaican Maroons, other groups were sent to Jamaica. The Akan population was still maintained, since they were the preference of British planters in Jamaica because they were "better workers", according to these planters. According to the Slave Voyages Archives, though the Igbo had the highest importation numbers, they were only imported to Montego Bay and St. Ann's Bay ports, while the Akan (mainly Gold Coast) were more dispersed across the island and were a majority imported to seven of 14 of the island's ports (each parish has one port).

Myal and Revival

Kumfu (from the word Akom the name of the Akan spiritual system) was documented as Myal and originally only found in books, while the term Kumfu is still used by Jamaican Maroons. The priest of Kumfu was called a Kumfu-man. In 18th-century Jamaica, only Akan gods were worshipped by Akan as well as by other enslaved Africans. The Akan god of creation, Nyankopong was given praise but not worshipped directly. They poured libation to Asase Ya, the goddess of the earth. But nowadays they are only observed by the Maroons who preserved a lot of the culture of 1700s Jamaica.

"Myal" or Kumfu evolved into Revival, a syncretic Christian sect. Kumfu followers gravitated to the American Revival of 1800 Seventh Day Adventist movement because it observed Saturday as god's day of rest. This was a shared aboriginal belief of the Akan people as this too was the day that the Akan god, Nyame, rested after creating the earth. Jamaicans that were aware of their Ashanti past while wanting to keep hidden, mixed their Kumfu spirituality with the American Adventists to create Jamaican Revival in 1860. Revival has two sects: 60 order (or Zion Revival, the order of the heavens) and 61 order (or Pocomania, the order of the earth). 60 order worships God and spirits of air or the heavens on a Saturday and considers itself to be the more "clean" sect. 61 order more deals with spirits of the earth. This division of Kumfu clearly shows the dichotomy of Nyame and Asase Yaa's relationship, Nyame representing air and has his 60 order'; Asase Yaa having her 61 order of the earth. Also the Ashanti funerary/war colours: red and black have the same meaning in Revival of vengeance. Other Ashanti elements include the use of swords and rings as means to guard the spirit from spiritual attack. The Asantehene, like the Mother Woman of Revival, has special two swords used to protect himself from witchcraft called an Akrafena or soul sword and a Bosomfena or spirit sword

Jamaican Patois, known locally as Patwa, is an English creole language spoken primarily in Jamaica and the Jamaican diaspora. It is not to be confused with Jamaican English nor with the Rastafarian use of English. The language developed in the 17th century, when enslaved peoples from West and Central Africa blended their dialect and terms with the learned vernacular and dialectal forms of English spoken: British Englishes (including significant exposure to Scottish English) and Hiberno English. Jamaican Patwa is a post-creole speech continuum (a linguistic continuum) meaning that the variety of the language closest to the lexifier language (the acrolect) cannot be distinguished systematically from intermediate varieties (collectively referred to as the mesolect) nor even from the most divergent rural varieties (collectively referred to as the basilect). Jamaicans themselves usually refer to their use of English as patwa, a term without a precise linguistic definition.

Jamaican Patois contains many loanwords of African origin, a majority of those etymologically from Gold Coast region (particularly of the Asante-Twi dialect of the Akan language of Ghana).

Most Jamaican proverbs are of Asante people, while some included other African proverbs

Jamaican mtDNA

A DNA test study submitted to BMC Medicine in 2012 states that "....despite the historical evidence that an overwhelming majority of slaves were sent from the Bight of Biafra and West-central Africa near the end of the British slave trade, the mtDNA haplogroup profile of modern Jamaicans show a greater affinity with groups found in the present-day Gold Coast region Ghana....this is because Africans arriving from the Gold Coast may have thus found the acclimatization and acculturation process less stressful because of cultural and linguistic commonalities, leading ultimately to a greater chance of survivorship and a greater number of progeny."

More detailed results stated: "Using haplogroup distributions to calculate parental population contribution, the largest admixture coefficient was associated with the Gold Coast(0.477 ± 0.12 or 59.7% of the Jamaican population with a 2.7 chance of Pygmy and Sahelian mixture), suggesting that the people from this region may have been consistently prolific throughout the slave era on Jamaica. The diminutive admixture coefficients associated with the Bight of Biafra and West-central Africa (0.064 ± 0.05 and 0.089 ± 0.05, respectively) is striking considering the massive influx of individuals from these areas in the waning years of the British Slave trade. When excluding the pygmy groups, the contribution from the Bight of Biafra and West-central rise to their highest levels (0.095 ± 0.08 and 0.109 ± 0.06, respectively), though still far from a major contribution. When admixture coefficients were calculated by assessing shared haplotypes, the Gold Coast also had the largest contribution, though much less striking at 0.196, with a 95% confidence interval of 0.189 to 0.203. When haplotypes are allowed to differ by one base pair, the Jamaican matriline shows the greatest affinity with the Bight of Benin, though both Bight of Biafra and West-central Africa remain underrepresented. The results of the admixture analysis suggest the mtDNA haplogroup profile distribution of Jamaica more closely resembles that of aggregated populations from the modern-day Gold Coast region despite an increasing influx of individuals from both the Bight of Biafra and West-central Africa during the final years of trading enslaved Africans.

The aforementioned results apply to subjects whom have been tested. Results also stated that African Jamaicans (that make up more than 90% of the population) on an average have 97.5% of African MtDNA and very little European or Asian ancestry could be found. Both ethnic and racial genetic results are based on a low sample of 390 Jamaican persons and limited regional representation within Jamaica. As Afro-Jamaicans are not genetically homogeneous, the results for other subjects may yield different results.

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goldenempyrean · 1 year

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Could you do one where both Wanda and Nat are sick and super clingy to reader and just want to cuddle

Clingy Cuddles And Warm Snuggles

〚 Notes - This req was so cute! I loved writing it! Hopefully you enjoy reading :D 〛

〚 Summary - You come home from a mission to find that the compound’s been swept with a cold, meaning its up to you to take care of your sick girlfriends.〛

〚 Wordcount - 1720 〛

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You sighed a deep exhale of relief as the warm air of the compound met your skin. You’d just spent a long weekend up in the chilly mountains of Canada on a solo-mission so it was safe to say you were more than thankful for the warmth. However, as you made your way inside the compound, you immediately noticed something was off. The place was actually quiet?

That was something which almost never happened, there was always so form of background noise even if it was just the sounds of a distant conversation or the humming of background music. But no, it was almost silent. You shrugged and being naturally curious person that you were, you headed over the kitchen to both investigate and make yourself a snack.

Luckily as you approached the kitchen you could hear faint sounds of life. The recognisable sizzle of something frying echoed down the halls. Opening the door, you were met with the sight of Clint as he stood over the cooker, making himself some bacon and eggs. The sound of the door closing announced your entrance and the Archer turned towards you, giving you a small smile.

“Welcome back Y/N,” He came over and gave you a quick hug before pulling away to muffle a cough into his elbow, “How did everything go?”

“It went alright, glad to be back though,” You replied as you grabbed yourself rummaged around the snack cupboard before settling on a bag of Doritos, “Where is everyone though? It's so dead in here, usually you can't get a break from the noise.”

“Y’know I can make you some decent food if you’d like,” He smirked, nodding down towards your choice of snack, “and It’s been like this all weekend, Tony managed to spread around some sort of bug, and it's really knocked people out. This is the first time I’ve been up in a day or so”

“Really?” You raised an eyebrow; it definitely wasn’t like Clint to stay in bed. It wasn’t often that anyone at the compound got sick really but when they did, it always seemed to spread like wildfire, especially since you all lived in such close-contact with each other.

“Yeah, it’s been rough. Even Rodgers is down, we had to explain that cold ‘remedies’ from the 40’s weren’t exactly scientifically accurate after he tried convincing us to ‘take a good ol’ fashioned bit of whiskey’ to feel better.”

You let yourself chuckle at that, remembering how Steve first reacted to seeing a bottle of DayQuil.

While you loved catching up with Clint, you couldn’t help but miss the presence of two very special people and you found yourself asking, “Have you seen Nat or Wanda anywhere?”

Clint thought for a second, “I think they’re still up in their room, last I heard neither of them were feeling too good either so they’re probably still in bed trying to sleep this crap off.”

“Both of them?” You asked, slightly taken aback. The pair of them never got sick often, Nat had a great immune system and whenever someone was sick Wanda was always the one to go round wiping down surfaces with anti-bacterial wipes, meaning neither of them got sick that often even if there was something going round.

“Yeah, I don’t think Wanda’s excellent wet-wiping skills were enough to save her this time,” Clint sniffled lightheartly but he must’ve picked up on your anxious expression as he soon came over and gave your shoulder a quick squeeze, “I'm sure they’ll both be okay, go on, go and see them.”

You nodded, sending him a grateful smile, “Thanks Clint, hope you enjoy your bacon!” You called as you left the kitchen, setting off in the direction of your room.

It was only a quick walk to your room, as you approached the door you made sure to open it quietly, not wanting to disturb anyone inside. As light floods into the room the sight before you weren’t exactly what you were expecting.

On one side of the bed is a bundle of blankets, the main duvet and many other blankets are all tightly huddled around a shivering auburn-haired woman, only the top of her head poking out from within. In juxtaposition to this, Natasha was laid next to her on the bare mattress wearing her favourite sports bra and one of your pairs of silk shorts.

“Y/N?” Natasha mumbled as she lifted her head from the pillow. Her poor voice sounded so unbelievably hoarse.

“Hi baby, a little birdie told me you weren’t feeling too well.” You sympathised as you let the bags you had been carrying fall to the floor. To your surprise Nat pulled herself up and out of the bed and shakily padded towards you.

She’d almost reached you before swaying drastically, as she seemed to lose her balance. Luckily, you’d seen this coming and managed to catch her in your arms, wrapping one around her waist to support her closely, “Easy there, let’s get you back in bed sweetie.”

“Mm thanks,” Natasha whispered, letting you guide her back to the bed, “It’s been a while since I was this sick. My body feels all weak.”

“That bad, huh?”

To answer your question, Wanda let out a wet cough and curled herself further into her ball of blankets, the sound of which led you to go back over to your bag and taking one of the water bottles you had stored in there before placing it on the nightstand next to her, “You okay in there sweetheart?” You spoke down into her hair, pressing a small kiss to the exposed part of her forehead.

"Mmh, my body feels like it's been hit with a truck,” She sniffles as a shiver runs down her spine the feeling of your lips brush against her skin. Wanda tries to smile up at you, but there's so little strength left in her, she has trouble lifting her face from the blankets.

“Hh’iiitshoo! ‘tschioo!” Hh-Hh’tshiew!”

You looked over to see Nat sniffling thickly as she rubbed her nose against her wrist and judging from the overflowing trash can and empty tissue box next to her side of the bed, it becomes obvious that she’s going to need some more.

“Bless Natty, you want me to get you some tissues?” You cooed, as you came to sit on the edge of the bed, brushing your hand down her cheeks to move back the loose strands of hair which had fallen infront of her face, not missing the heat which radiated from her, “You feel abit feverish sweetie, have you taken your temp’ recently?

Natasha shook her head, “I took Wanda’s earlier, it was 38.6 but I haven't taken mine.”

“Awh sweetie, that’s so amazing of you to take Wanda’s but just remember that you need to look after yourself too,” You smiled, as you kissed her warm cheek, “Settle back down and I’ll go find the thermometer.”

“Hh-iishiew!”

“Bless you! I’ll get you those tissues too.”

Finding both items was easy, Nat had left the thermometer on the sink in your bathroom and a supply closet a little further down the hallway was always stocked with plenty of tissues. Coming back to the room, you placed the fresh tissue box in Natasha’s lap and shuffled up onto the bed, nesting yourself between the two women. You took Nat’s temperature first, mainly because she was the one clinging to your side and to no-one's surprise, she did have a fever.

“Wands? I need you to come out of your little blanket bundle for me sweetheart.” You coaxed her, not wanting her brain to melt inside of her head. Even if she felt freezing, you were positively sure that she was running still a fever.

Your suspicions were proven correct when she eventually wiggled herself free of the blankets to let you check her temp. Wanda coughed again as you helped her sit up, sneaking a hand down her shirt to rub small comforting circling along her back.

“You should drink some of that water baby, it’ll help.” You soothed, Wanda took your advice and took careful sips of the water. Giving a tired yawn once she’d finished, she took the opportunity to lay herself over you, resting her head on your chest.

“Comfy?” You smiled to yourself once she’d settled back down but you soon felt Nat cuddle further into your side, shuffling up so her head would rest alongside Wanda’s, the two women contently cuddling into you, craving your touch.

“I missed you.” Wanda admitted

"Missed you too, Wands" Your heartbeat quickening as the woman snuggles herself into your body. A small yawn escapes you as the two women lay in your arms. The bed creaked as you gently shifted your body, tucking in Natasha with a light arm around her shoulders, “I missed both of you.”

Nat went to mumble something only both she and Wanda sneezed simultaneously instead, earning a small noise of amusement from the red-headed spy.

"Hh-hetschioo!"

"Eiiishiew!"

“Oh, bless you, bless you! Aw, my poor sweet girls, how on earth did you both get so sick, hm?” You sighed as Wanda sneezed down in her blankets again, and surprisingly she didn’t make a fuss when you reached across to grab a tissue to wipe her nose with, “I don’t think I’ve seen either of you feel so icky.”

“Tony can't keep his gross germs to himself.” Natasha sniffled, vowing that once she was better, she’d be going over to his lab to lecture him about proper hygiene.

“Well Tony should be very afraid then.” You smirked, knowing Natasha fully intended to give the man a piece of her mind once she felt well enough but for now, she was thankful that you were here to hold her

“How about you two try and get some sleep, I bet that’d help a little.” You smiled, pressing soft kisses to their warm foreheads as they settled down. A comfortable silence settled around the three of them in the dimly lit bedroom. Their chests rise and fall with each breath as they drifted off to sleep.

Sure, you had tons of paperwork and a mission report that you should’ve been doing but that could wait. Being there to cuddle your sick girlfriends was the only true thing that mattered.

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There is a direct connection between the expansion of [...] new [coffee] consumer culture in Europe [...] and the expansion of plantation slavery in the Caribbean. [...] [S]lave-based coffee was more important to the Dutch [Netherlands] economy than previously [acknowledged] [...]. [T]he phenomenal growth of [plantation slavery in] Saint Domingue [the French colony of Haiti] was partly made possible by the export market along the Rhine that was opened up by the Dutch Republic. [...] [E]arly in the eighteenth century, the Dutch and French began production in their respective West Indian colonies [the Caribbean] [...]. [C]offee was still a very exclusive product in Europe. [...] From the late 1720s, [...] in the Netherlands [...] coffee was especially widespread [...]. From the late 1750s the volume of Atlantic coffee production [...] increased significantly. It was at that time that the habit of drinking coffee spread further inland [...] [especially] in Rhineland Germany [...] [and] inland Germany [due to Dutch shipments via the river].

Although its consumption may not have been as widespread as the tea-sugar complex in Britain, there certainly was a similar ‘coffee-sugar complex’ in continental Europe [...] spread during the eighteenth century [...]. The total amount of coffee imported to Europe (excluding the Italian [...] trade) was less than 4 million pounds per year during 1723–7 and rose to almost 100 million pounds per year around 1788 [...]. In 1790 [...] almost half of the value of [Dutch] exports over the Rhine [to Germany] was coffee. [...]

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The rising prices in the 1760s encouraged more investment in coffee in Dutch Guiana and the start of new plantations in Saint Domingue [Haiti]. Production in Saint Domingue skyrocketed and surpassed all the others, so that this colony provided 60% of all the coffee in the world by 1789. [Necessitating more slave labor. The Haitian revolution would manifest about a decade later.] [...]

In French historiography, the ‘Dutch problems’ are considered to be the slave revolts (the Boni-maroon wars) [at Dutch plantations]. [...] France made use of the Dutch ‘troubles’ to expand its market share and coffee production in Saint Domingue [Haiti], which accelerated at an exponential rate. [...]

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[T]he Dutch Guianas [were] producing over a third of the coffee consumed in Europe [...] [by] 1767. The Dutch were the first Europeans to bring coffee cultivation under [substantial] European control [...]. Additionally, the Dutch regularly shipped and traded about one fifth of French coffee [most of which was produced by slaves in Haiti]. The Dutch flooded the Rhine region with coffee and sugar, creating a lasting demand for both commodities, as the two are typically consumed together. [...]

[T]he history of the slave-based coffee production in Surinam and Saint Domingue [Haiti] was pivotal in starting the mass consumption of coffee in Europe. [...] Coffee was a relatively ‘new’ product to Europeans: in one century coffee changed from being a [...] novelty [...] in [...] [urban] capitals to [...] [a product consumed regularly by many people]. The Dutch merchant-bankers organised coffee investment, enslavement, and planting and selling; [all] while not leaving the town of Amsterdam [...].

[This market] expansion ends in crisis [...] - a crisis caused by uprisings and revolutions, most notably, the Haitian one. Yet Germans still liked coffee. And the Dutch colonial merchant-banker[s] [...] learned something about [...] production, and perhaps also something about the role of the state in labour control: as soon as they could, they sent Johannes van der Bosch [governor-general of the East Indies] to Surinam and Java in order to solve the labour issues [by imposing the notoriously brutal cultuurstelsel "enforced planting" labour regime] and expand the colonial production of coffee.

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Text above by: Tamira Combrink. "Slave-based coffee in the eighteenth-century and the role of the Dutch in global commodity chains". Slavery & Abolition Volume 42, Issue 1, pages 15-42. Published online 28 February 2021. [Bold emphasis and some paragraph breaks/contractions added by me. Italicized text within brackets added by me.]

#abolition #ecology

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atamascolily · 6 months

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Looking back over my screenshots again, I noticed something that bothers me: "Walpurgisnacht" is a name supposedly given to this witch by magical girls (and not what she calls herself, unlike the other witches we encounter), and yet that name appears in heavily stylized runes on her countdown signs in the original series. Why is that? Am I missing something?

The same runes are also in the Eternal movie, although they are a bit more legible. Nothing else appears to have changed overall, although the shading/contrast on the ring and "peacock tails" (probably stylized lotus flowers common in Buddhist mandalas?) is switched up.

The art style here is reminiscent of sixteenth- and seventeenth-century European woodblock prints during the time of the original witchcraft trials. This movement was stoked in large part by the widespread proliferation of lavishly illustrated printed pamphlets, which detailed witches' misdeeds in lurid detail, and popularized many archetypes we now associate with witches, from brooms and black cats to deals and dances with the Devil.

Witches dancing with devils, featured in The History of Witches and Wizards (1720).

Similar woodblock prints, likely representing primary sources, can be seen in the background in Homura's apartment as part of her research into Walpurgisnacht, including several with dancing figures.

These figures can be seen as Walpurgisnacht is ultimately broken up in the final episode.

Just for some fun visual parallels, compare to this shot from the recap movies that wasn't in the original TV release. The main difference is that all of the figures of Homuras are the same, whereas the ones in Walpurgisnacht's circle seem to be different.

The woodblock print in Homura's apartment depicts all the dancers as identical, while the later shot makes them look more like Walpurgisnacht's individualized familiars--which they might well be. Comparison to the Clara Dolls--a large number of familiars repeatedly described as being a match for or counterpart to magical girls with individualized designs--is also inevitable.

Ironically, the Christian saint Walpurga was supposed to protect against witchcraft, but her saint's day (April 30-May 1) ended up being conflated with the witches because it occurred at the same time as Hexennacht (German for 'Witches' Night'), when witches were said to dance with/in honor of the devil on Mount Brocken--and thus when people were most in need of St. Walpurga's protection. Goethe draws on this tradition in Faust, Part One (a major influence on PMMM) for the scene where Mephistopheles takes Faust to the Brocken in order to witness the celebrations--which is also one of the texts depicted in Homura's apartment.

Another sheet reads "Ein Narr"--German for "the fool", another recurring motif associated with Walpurgisnacht (and also Homura).

Given the accuracy of these documents, these woodcuts are presumably based on eyewitness accounts (possibly magical girls, since ordinary people see Walpurgisnacht as a storm) where Walpurgisnacht appeared but was apparently not permanently defeated. Combined with Walpurgisnacht's ability to appear--and presumably disappear--without warning, and the fact that she's large enough to show up on radar as a storm, this suggests to me that Walpurgisnacht might be a time traveler or possess a similar ability to "exit the stage" and only reveal herself at the most dramatic moment(s) possible. Not only would this fit with her cog/stage motif, it would make her an even more fitting narrative foil for Homura, and add yet another parallel between them.

For both witches and ordinary humans alike, Walpurgis Night is traditionally celebrated with dancing and bonfires. Not only is Homura's name is a homonym for 'flame', Rebellion is chock full of ballet motifs, and she is last seen dancing alone in the moonlight late at night--presumably during the "witching hour" (which, depending on the source, is either between 3-4 a.m., or the hour immediately after midnight. Given the earlier scene of Homura becoming a witch as the clocks strikes midnight, I lean towards the latter interpretation).

Even more suggestively, Homura is now diegetically the Devil and appears to have taken on Kyubey's role as a contractor. If so, this strongly implies that she (and/or her double?) will have a personal relationship with magical girls as the one to whom they sold their souls to gain their power, just like historical witches were said to do with Satan. And given that these historical witches supposedly gathered on Walpurgis Night to honor the Devil... well, that does put Walpurgisnacht's likely (re)appearance in a new light, doesn't it?

...and if the 'Walpurgis' of Walpurgis no Kaiten is indeed the same Walpurgisnacht we saw before, then some timey-wimey/reality-bending/fourth-wall breaking shenanigans are afoot.

It's funny because "what were YOU doing at the devil's sacrament?" is usually meant as a tongue-in-cheek joke, but if PMMM continues to take these references seriously, we might actually get to find out!

#puella magi madoka magica #pmmm analysis #walpurgisnacht #walpurgis no kaiten #walpurgisnacht rising

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sabo-has-my-heart · 10 months

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Hey there! Hope everything's going great

Sooo I had a request:

I had this thought about what if s/o and op men had a little argument on something and they decide to give silent treatment to each other for a while, they still do stuff together like going shopping for stuff with the crew but this little incident happens where a guy flirts with s/o infront of their partner and she (yep female s/o) says she's single XD

Like a headcanon on how they would react to this? It can be a funny one

I'd specifically like sabo, law, zoro and coby for this!

Thank youuuu so muchhhh if you'll do this take care! ^^ ♡

I included Ace in this as well because I love him. Sabo, Law, Zoro, Koby, Ace.

Warnings: arguments, threats, almost violence, heartbreak, hurt/comfort,

Word Count:1720

Your fights never got this bad, never got out of control like this. Normally, you were able to work it out, or at least take some time to cool down first. But you’d both been in a bad mood, both said things you shouldn’t have, both been rather stupid to be honest. It should have been a minor argument, should have been simple grumbling followed by comforting hugs and cuddles, maybe a nap. Instead, it had ended up with you both storming off in an even worse mood than you’d already been in, it had ended with you both giving each other the silent treatment, and with extremely high tensions whenever you were together. Few, if any, of your friends said anything, not wanting to get caught up in your fight or be on the receiving end of your wrath, but the tension was getting uncomfortable… well, more uncomfortable. A simple shopping trip with the others, that’s all it was. Get some supplies, look around, it wouldn’t be the two of you alone, so it’s not like it would be uncomfortable silence the entire way, you could both talk to someone who wasn’t each other. It had been while you’d been in a clothing shop, looking at various clothes that he approached you. Tall, handsome, with a gorgeous smile.

“Hey there, beautiful. Noticed you looking at these. If I may be so bold, I think this would look much better on you.” he said, holding out a beautiful dress. Running your fingers over the fabric, you smiled, you did look good in this color, maybe it was worth at least trying on.

“Tell me how I look?” you asked, taking the dress, the man following you towards the dressing rooms. As soon as you stepped out, the man was taking your hand, kissing the back before helping give you a little spin.

“You look dazzling. I was wondering, if a beautiful woman like you would perhaps join me for dinner? That is, unless you’re already taken.” he said, giving you another thousand watt smile. You hesitated for a moment. The two of you hadn’t talked in well over a week, or had it been longer? You were both too busy fuming to keep track, still stubbornly refusing to talk to each other.

“No, I’m single and I’d love to accompany you.” you said with a soft smile.

Sabo

Head immediately whips around to look at you.

Heartbroken and angry.

Single? Was this your way of breaking up with him?

Immediately marches over, tells the guy you’re actually taken and then drags you away.

Pulls you somewhere secluded so you can talk.

Totally pins you to the wall.

Calls you both stubborn and says that the fight was stupid.

He’s angry because of the guy but he’s also super scared of losing you.

Pulls you close and holds you, telling you you’re his and that he won’t let some stupid fight change that.

If you don’t apologize for the fight or want to break up, his heart will 100% shatter.

He’s lost enough, you were the ray of sunshine in his life, he can’t lose you too.

Doesn’t actually say anything though, just walks away.

You can’t tell if he’s angry or sad from the way he leaves.

Won’t talk to anyone unless necessary for days and completely avoids you.

So, so heartbroken, absolutely cries when he’s alone.

Thinks he has to be strong for the Revolutionary Army though, so will put on a smile around others.

If you both apologize.

Refuses to let you go after that, if you let him, he’ll absolutely carry you everywhere, but if you don’t, he won’t let go of your hand. At. All.

Super possessive all day.

Pulls you into his room to sleep with you.

I hope you don’t have to get up in the middle of the night, because he won’t let you go.

Seriously, wrapped completely around you, holding you tight, you just are not going anywhere.

Steals or buys all sorts of gifts for you. Anything he thinks you might like.

Even if you’re both at fault, he’s trying so hard to make up for the fight.

Law

Excuse me, what?

Straight up shambles the guy away, like as far as his room will allow.

Super duper pissed.

Demands to know why you said you were single.

If you say that you’re breaking up with him, his heart will break.

Not even kidding, will storm off to the Polar Tang, lock himself in his room and cry.

If you say someting like ‘he was acting like you weren’t together anymore’, he’ll freeze up

Had he really been that stubborn and stupid?

Shambles you both back to the ship and holds you close.

Tells you that he can’t lose you.

Surprisingly sweet. Is this really your Law? Because he’s being way too affectionate.

Absolutely makes it up to you. Takes you back out shopping, if you so much as look at something with vague interest, he’ll either buy it or steal it for you.

Takes you out to a very nice (secluded) dinner that night. Holds you close all night, like, I hope you don’t mind sleeping in his bed with his arms wrapped around you, because it will happen.

Doesn’t let you out of his sight the entire time you’re docked.

Zoro

Almost slices the entire store (and the guy) into pieces.

You’re WHAT?

So, so, so angry.

Also scared, though he won’t admit it.

Scares the guy away.

Picks you up, throws you over his shoulder, and takes you back to the Sunny.

You can’t tell if he’s more angry or hurt as he looks at you.

Simply states that you’re his.

If you tell him you aren’t and that you’re breaking up with him.

Just storms off.

Goes to his gym and starts working out to try and blow off some steam.

Spends an unusual amount of time in the gym from now on.

Can’t look at you because it hurts too much.

Still totally loves you.

He doesn’t even insult Sanji for days.

If you forgive him.

Wraps his arms around you and holds you close.

Just stays like that for a while.

Keeps an arm wrapped around you all day as you go shopping.

In so much debt to Nami now because he borrowed so much money.

Isn’t able to buy you everything you look at, but if you express any sort of desire over it, he’ll buy it.

Keeps you close for weeks. He’s training? Well, I hope you wanted to watch him work out. He’s taking a nap? You’re taking a nap too.

I hope you don’t mind sleeping in the boy’s dorm because Nami absolutely will not let him sleep in the girl’s dorm.

Koby

Immediately rushes over to you.

Are you serious? Does this mean you’re breaking up with him? He’s so, so, so, so sorry.

Completely ignoring the guy as he takes your hands in his.

Eyes are so hurt and scared and a little desperate.

Begs you to forgive him.

If you break up with him.

Absolutely starts tearing up then and there.

Quietly walks away as he starts crying. Returns to his room and starts sobbing.

Beats himself up for getting into the fight in the first place.

SO different from his usual self!

Just super quiet and downcast.

It’s like he reverted back to when he was working for Alvida but without the hope for something better.

His rank and abilities totally suffer because of how heartbroken he is.

Like, everyone is wondering, is this really the same Captain Koby?

Does eventually, sort of bounce back, but is super focused on only work.

If you forgive him.

Clings to you, just wrapps you in a huge hug, apologizing over and over.

Still crying a little but so, so relieved.

Buys. You. Everything!

Seriously, I hope you plan to look at the ground the entire time, because if you even glance at it, he’s buying it, trying to make things up to you.

Even if he knows it’s both of your faults, he doesn’t care, he feels like he needs to apologize and make it up to you.

Spoils you rotten for weeks.

A little meek around you for a bit, but does perk up and return to normal after a bit.

Cuddles with you whenever possible. Like, if he has even a minute to spare, he’s got his arms wrapped around you.

Ace

Literally lights on fire as he stalks over to the man.

Almost lights the guy on fire.

Not sure who to feel more sorry for. Ace for feeling so scared and heartbroken or the man for being so terrified.

Pulls you away immediately.

As soon as your somewhere secluded, he wraps his arms around you and doesn’t let go.

Apologizing over and over.

Please don’t leave him, he’ll do anything, whatever you ask.

If you don’t forgive him. Stands there in stunned silence while you walk away.

100% crying.

So, so despondent as he walks back to the Moby Dick.

Locks himself in his cabin, refuses to come out.

Barely eats and Thatch has to deliver it to Ace because Ace won’t come out.

Nobody hears his sobbing, but it’s a miracle he doesn’t die of dehydration.

You were the best thing to happen to him.

You think he was depressed over his past before?

1000x worse now.

Absolutely thinks he’s trash for losing you.

Doesn’t necessarily bounce back, but returns to his commander duties again.

If you forgive him.

Holding you even tighter.

Can’t stop himself from crying into your shoulder.

So, so scared he was going to lose you.

Once he manages to gather himself together again, he takes you back to the ship.

He doesn’t buy you everything but that’s because he just wants to hold you.

You spend the entire week simply cuddling with him.

Will not let you go. Eating dinner? You’re in his lap. Sleeping? He’s holding you tightly like a teddy bear. Just relaxing? He’s cuddled up with you.

I hope you don’t need to train, because he won’t let you go long enough to do so.

Whitebeard eventually has to order him to return to him commander duties because he’s so busy clinging to you.

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freetheshit-outofyou · 27 days

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As portrayed in the show Black Sails (2014-2017) Anne Bonny (AKA Ann Fulford) - One of the few female pirates in recorded history was from Ireland. She would move to Nassau with her husband James Bonny where she would meet John Rackham (Calico Jack) and become his partner in crime and lover. Some reports say she lived until 1782 but that is unlikely. She, Mary Read (AKA Mark Read), and Calico Jack were captured in October 1720. Bonny and Mary Read were spared hanging due to being with child, Read would die in prison of fever while Bonny's death was never recorded. A book written in 1964 (Mistress Of The Seas) said Bonny died in the American colonies in the 1780's but burial records form Spanish Town, Jamaica where Bonny was tried lists Ann Bonny's death as 29 December 1733. Calico Jack (AKA John Rackham) - Rackham come and fell at the end of the Golden Age of Piracy. His is most famous for having two female crew members, Anne Bonny and Mary Read. Rackham would overthrow Pirate Captain Charles Vane for command of the Sloop Ranger. In 1719 Rackham would take a pardon from Governor Woodes Roger and for a short time became and honest man. In December of that year him and his crew would capture the Kingston that had a rich cargo. The Kinston was captured within sight of Port Royal where merchants outfitted bounty hunters to track them down. Bounty hunters would eventually capture Rackham and crew on or about 31 October 1720 and he would be hanged on 18 November 1720. Charles Vane - Vane started his life as a pirate in 1715 while attacking salvage camps recovering the 1715 Spanish treasure fleet that sank off the coast of Florida. By 1717 he was captain of his own ship and one of the leaders of the "Republic of Pirates in Nassau. Vane was captured in 1718 and agreed to stop is pirate was and accept the King's Pardon. Vane was known to be sadistic to the crews of captured ships, often beating and torturing them. In February 1719 Vane would be caught in a storm and marooned on an uncharted island. A passing British ship found him, he was arrested brought to Port Royal and tried and hanged 29 March 1721. Blackbeard-Edward Teach (AKA Edward Thatch) - Blackbeard joined the crew of Pirate Captain Benjamin Hornigold in 1716 Hornigold placed Blackbeard in command of a recently captured sloop, where they conducted many pirate raids. By late 1716 or early 1717 they had captured 2 more sloops to bolster their attacks, one of those ships would be captained by Stede Bonnet. In 1717 Hornigold would retire from piracy to become a pirate hunter taking two of the ships with him. Blackbeard would eventually capture the French Slave ship La Concorde, he renamed her Queen Ann's Revenge. He would crew her with 300 men and add 40 guns to it making it one of the most feared pirate ships ever. After blockading the port of Charles Town, South Carolina and ransoming the ports people Blackbeard ran the Queen Ann aground near Beaufort, North Carolina. He settled in Bath North Carolina, and accepted a Royal Pardon. He would not stay honest for long. Eventually, Alexander Sportswood (HAHAHAHAHAHA!) the Governor of Virginia would put a force of soldiers and sailors together to capture Blackbeard. After an intense fight Blackbeard and several of his crew would be killed in 22 November 1718. Black beard was a solid tactician and did not like the use of violence, he relied more on his fearsome look and reputation to get his victims to comply.

Woodes Rogers - Rogers was a privateer, slave traders and from 1718 -1721 the first Royal Governor of the Bahamas. He is mostly remembered for being captain of the ship that rescued Alexander Selkirk after 4 years and 4 months as a castaway on a South Pacific island. His story is told to have inspired Daniel Defoe's Robinson Crusoe (25 April 1719). 24 July 1718 Rogers trapped Captain Vane and his ships in Nassau Harbor, in an attempt to flee Vane rammed one of his ships into Rogers ship. The attempt failed but Rogers ships were forced out of the harbor where Vane pillaged Nassau and escaped in a smaller ship. With Nassau and New Providence Island population if 200 and a few hundred Spanish escapees in the hands of Rogers he formed government guaranteeing Royal pardons for pirates those would work for him. A month after becoming Governor Blackbeard and Captain Vane wrote letters saying they were teaming up to retake the island and the Spanish planed to force the British off the island. About this time 100 of his original crew died of a disease that left most of the original inhabitants untouched. 2 of his 3 ships left for New York never to return, that last ship would leave a short time later. After extending himself well into debt to bolster the defenses of the Bahamas's and a successfully repelling the Spanish assault Rogers was put in debtors prison for lack of payment. Eventually his debtors took pity on him and he was released. Rogers was approached by a still unknown author writing a book called A General History of the Robberies and Murders of the Most Notorious Pyrates, it become a hit on both sides of the ocean once again putting Rogers in a positive light. In 1726 Rogers petitioned King George I for financial regress, the King not only granted Rogers a pension but mad it retroactive to 1721. King George II would reinstall Rogers as the Royal Governor of the Bahamas for a second time on 22 October 1728. Although there was no longer a pirate threat the struggle of government took a heath toll on him and he died 15 July 1732 in Nassau. Captain Flint, the antihero of Black Sails, and John Silver were not real people. Both of them are fictional characters from the Robert Louis Stevenson book Treasure Island (Magazine 1881, book 1883). They are the only two characters to be in all 38 episodes.

#black sails #captain flint #john silver #anne bonny #jack rackham #edward teach #blackbeard #woodes rogers

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devils-acre · 1 year

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Historically Accurate POTC Designs, Maybe??

Tried drawing some historically accurate Pirates of the Caribbean designs, with my best effort(s?) to keep the spirit of the original costumes!

Research rabbit holes below:

I set the clothes in the late 1720's, 1728-1731. At this time, coats were very full—almost skirt-like—with big cuffs, and the waistcoats sometimes had long sleeves!

For Will, I decided to give him just a waistcoat since most of his costumes in the movie don't have an overcoat, and it makes more sense for a blacksmith, I think! I also decided not to give him a wig since I don't think he would be wealthy enough or be able to work with one.

For (Captain) Jack, I really just wanted to give him shoes with red heels. They were popular in the 17th century, but carried over to the early 18th! Wearing them meant you were in favor with King Louis XIV (who ruled at the time) and were rich enough to wear the color red. Since Jack is obviously none of those things I thought it’d be funny—he probably stole them. The T on his hand was supposed to be the equivalent to the P brand Jack has in the movies. Branding was a thing, just not for pirates! A T burned on the hand was for “thief.” Usually brands were like a warning, and if the offender committed another crime then they would be hanged—pirates, however, didn’t get a second chance.

For Elizabeth, her dress was hard to research. Technically the popular gown at the time was a Robe Volante, but I don’t like the way it looks so I found a different one haha :D What I could find from a few paintings was what apparently is called a “round gown” and was often worn with some sort of belt or ribbon thing at the middle. Not sure what that part is called, maybe a girdle? Technically, a mantua would be closer to the purple-red gown Barbossa gives Elizabeth, since it has fabric bunched up in the back, but I thought a different style could work too.

Elizabeth’s pirate outfit is just based off of what I could find for general 18th-century sailor’s clothes, which were difficult to find for the 1720s in particular, but didn’t seem to change much throughout the decade. However fashionable, boots (sadly) weren’t actually worn by pirates, and most sailors would go barefoot or just wear the current fashionable shoe at the time! She would also probably be wearing a knit hat, but I thought the tricorne was too iconic to take away.

And, lastly, for Norrington! He’s wearing a Ramillies wig (named after the battle of Ramillies in 1706) which was the style for people in the military, or really for anyone who couldn’t wear a full periwig (the really big curly wigs.) And for his clothes, since British Navy Uniforms weren’t introduced until 1748, I just put him in blue and gold.

And that’s it! I’m only a very amateur fashion history enthusiast and could be wrong about a lot, so if anyone knows anything about 1720-30s fashion or anything like that feel free to let me know about any mistakes or other interesting historical facts!

#potc #potc fanart #character design #18th century #pirates #historical fashion #pirates of the caribbean #james norrington #elizabeth swann #jack sparrow #will turner #18th century fashion #1720s #pirate #these literally took forever :)#I forgot how leg proportions work #my art

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ltwilliammowett · 8 months

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What ships in the Royal Navy were prominent in the 1720's?

Hi, at that time the so-called frigates and the third rates were very popular and therefore quite numerous.

A light french frigate of the late 17th century

But beware, a frigate at this time was given to any full-rigged ship built for speed and manoeuvrability.

A third rate of the early 18th century

So the real frigates as we know them today start from the mid 18th century and become those as we know them from the late 18th century.

#naval history #18th century #age of sail

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vinceaddams · 9 months

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Coat, c. 1750's, V&A Museum.

Wool with a silk velvet collar. (Though the pile has almost completely worn off it now.)

The description for this coat claims that mariner's cuffs first appeared on 1740's naval uniforms, which I find rather suspect considering I can go to my pinterest boards and instantly find half a dozen examples in 1720's and 30's portraits.

Edit: Ooh, I filled out a feedback thingy and they replied! Apparently I've mistaken some of the cuffs in the portraits for mariners cuffs when they are actually slit cuffs (no extra cuff bit around the bottom) but that a couple of them do appear to maybe be early forms of mariners cuffs, so a little inconclusive and needs more investigating I suppose?

#been thinking a lot about mariner's cuffs and how cool they are #I just cut out a jacket and gave it very plan cuffs but next time I'll try something like this #coats #extant garments #18th century #1740's

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marshmallowdarling · 2 years

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♡Saved (Spencer Reid-Criminal Minds)♡

Hey Bubs!!

This is a request from the lovely @pure-honeylamb !!! Sorry for the wait but I had to write this twice and I still don't 100% like it! I have so many thoughts though on this character even though I haven't watched Criminal Minds and have only read things and watched clips!! I deff wana write more of him (and yes I did listen to a Spencer playlist while writing this oop-) Reminder that my requests are open!!

✧1720 words ✧Spencer Reid x Reader ✧THEY/THEM Pronouns

Hope you enjoy Bubs! ~Mwah

A loud crash followed by multiple profanities rings out in the small apartment. Stirring from their slumber, (H/C) locks peek out from a knitted blanket before their owner pulls the blanket up further to completely cocoon themself.

Wiggling around a bit to try and go back to sleep, it turns futile and only angers (Y/N) as they grumble and begrudgingly sit up. The soft but thick blanket falls onto their lap as they rub at their (E/C) orbs, a bit too harsh, to try and rub the rest of their sleepiness away.

They sit there for a second, eyes half closed and sitting on a plush surface with warmth surrounding them as their mind disassociates from being yanked from dream land to the present.

Finally, being able to function a bit more as their brains cog’s start to spin and warm up, they look around to see the familiar sight of small stacks of books and papers littered around the ground and any other surface.

“Oh, did I wake you love?” Hearing an apologetic voice to their side, (Y/N) rolls their still foggy head to see a dishevelled Spencer Reid holding a half full sack of sugar.

(Y/N) can only manage some sort of noise, half grunt half groan, as they wave him off and eye the sugar.

“Sorry.” He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “I wanted to make some coffee, but there wasn’t any sugar left in the little bowl, so I tried to get the big packet we have stuffed in the back of the cupboard but then it got stuck and when I managed to yank it out- It… kinda… ripped and sugar spilt everywhere.”

Looking at the rambling man, it’s hard for (Y/N) to believe that this same mess of a man was the same one who had kidnapped them.

Still half asleep, (Y/N)’s brain can only grasp half of what he’s saying. Not wanting him to keep rambling as it’s still way to early from them to be awake, and also not wanting to hear him ramble on about statistics that they 100% know he’s going to start to do. (Y/n) brings their blanket covered hands to grab his.

Spencer stutters at the contact but (Y/N) just hauls their body up with the help of Spencer from the sofa they fell asleep on while watching their comfort series, which has now been turned off probably because of Reid himself, before wrapping the blanket around their shoulders and waddling to their room.

(Y/N) debates getting ready with the warm blanket, but ultimately throws it onto their bed when they think of it getting wet and heavy in the process.

Stumbling into the bathroom with less grace than they would like, (Y/N) turns on the tap to start their morning routine. Brushing their teeth half asleep, washing their face which wakes them up a bit more, slapping whatever skin care they use and are bothered putting on that morning before finishing with moisturiser.

Taking one look in the mirror, their lazy brain says to just leave their messy hair. Knotted from tossing and turning in their sleep, but the rational part of their brain reminds them that they will have to try to untangle those knots later when they’re worse. So, with distaste, they grab their brush and start the fight of brushing their (H/L) out.

(Y/N)’s arms already feel sore from trying to move them while asleep, so they throw any thought of styling or putting their hair up in any way out the window as they walk out the bathroom door a bit more elegantly than before.

Making sure to doge all the books and lose papers on the floor, (Y/N) walks into the kitchen to find Spencer putting the brightly coloured broom on the corner wall. There are two cups of coffee on the kitchen counter, one straight black in a plain dark navy mug, and another with just the correct ratio of milk and sugar that (Y/N) likes in a black mug with a printed white cat wearing a cowboy hat saying “Meow’dy”.

A (S/C) hand comes to pick the black cat mug by its body, (Y/N) seemingly unfazed by the scolding ceramic as they breathe in the warm scent of roasted beans to finally wake up their brain.

Blowing onto the swirling milky liquid to cool it down, (Y/N) takes a tentative sip to make sure they don’t burn their mouth and they almost sag at the delicious taste.

“You really know how to make good coffee.” (Y/N) mumbles, forcing themself not to gulp the liquid gold down as they remember the last time they had done that, they ended up with a burnt mouth as well as a scolding from Spencer.

“Thank you love. Actually, it’s all in the temperature you use for the roasting.” Spencer replies trying not to go into a deep ramble about how he makes coffee, his heart swelling at the thought of his darling enjoying something he made.

They both stand in comfortable silence, (Y/N) leaning their back onto the kitchen counter as the only sounds are blowing and sipping of coffee.

Eyeing the window on the other side of the flat, (E/C) eyes gaze over to the window looking down on the busy streets of Washington DC. There’s a thin fog over the world as the sun starts to peak its rays out and (Y/N) suspects the outside smells like rain, but they can’t test that theory once their eyes glance down to the bolts on the window sill.

It was hard to think about their life before this. To put it bluntly it was toxic and unbelievably draining, from their family and friends, to school and work, and god knows they only had a handful of people who gave them a lick of kindness in their life. It was draining every single day to the point of (Y/N) only having enough energy just to survive in their own body much less do the things they needed to do that day.

Taking another sip of coffee, their eyes roam over the man in front of them.

Was this life so much better than their old life though? Being trapped in a house with a hyper intelligent, awkward man with no social skills who works for the FBI and is a potential psychopath.

Spencer sends (Y/N) a smile when he sees them looking at them, but they just cover their face by tilting their cup up higher than necessary to their lips.

When (Y/N) was first kidnapped and brought here they were rightfully scared out of their mind, crying and bargaining and trying to get away from the person they thought were a friend.

Spencer had tried to calm them down in his own round about kind of way, shushing them softly with promises of him never hurting them, trying to explain everything but ultimately getting into the logistics of everything and just setting off (Y/N) more because of the confusion and his psychotic rantings.

Slowly though, (Y/N) started seeing that Reid wouldn’t hurt them, and they could now process the things he was rambling on about (mostly).

He kidnapped them to keep them away from the bad things, from the pain of their day-to-day life. He just wants to keep them safe and loved (his words not theirs).

Now while (Y/N) doesn’t agree with his methods, it’s not all that bad. He gives them their own space, their own room to decorate with whatever and they are free to do the same with the shared living area and kitchen. They get their favourite foods and snacks without asking, anything to fuel their hobbies, a coded phone and laptop so they can’t get help from anyone but keep themselves entertained as well as a flat screen TV and any gaming console their heart might desire. With the cherry on top of having no normal life stresses, no toxic family or friends, no school or job to kill themselves working over.

The only thing (Y/N) has to do is stay in the apartment and maybe indulge Reid when he rants once in a while. Reid would never force (Y/N) to interact with him, all he wants them to do is to be staying healthy by eating and indulging themselves in what he gives to them, but slowly (Y/N) likes to listen to his ranting. How his mind jumps from one thing to another while he goes through all the statistics, and once when they saw him play with some cards and Spencer had asked if they wanted to play, they bonded over multiple card games even though they were a bit pouty when he kept winning.

“I took today off; would you like to play cards over breakfast?” Spencer asks while moving over to the fridge to look over the contents.

(Y/N) knows this is bad, this whole situation is wrong. Even though Spencer wanted to keep them safe, the way he did it was wrong and immoral and (Y/N) doesn’t think they will every fully get over it.

But when they see him smile at them while they do something small, like thank him for food or listen to his ramblings or just come out of their room and indulge themself with the things he had bought to keep them occupied. (Y/N) lets themself just live in the moment.

“Sure.” Hesitating for a second, their eyes shoot down to their cup to try and hide their embarrassment. “Thank you for the coffee.” (Y/N) says softly.

“Of course love.” Taking (Y/N)’s empty cup from their hands, Spencer smiles down at them.

“You know I love you right?” (Y/N) nods, they know that obviously, he says it constantly. “You don’t have to love me back; I just want you happy.”

His brown eyes soften as he puts the cups down next to them and reaches up to cup their cheek, giving them enough time and space to avoid it but when they just stand there Spencers eyes turn wide in shock.

“Let’s play crazy eights?” (Y/N) asks, tilting their head slightly into his palm.

(Y/N) wouldn’t really say, or admit really, that Spencer had ‘saved’ them from their old life like he puts it.

But they would be okay, it would all be okay for them.

#yandere #tw yandere #soft!yandere #darling core #cw yandere #softyandere #yandere x reader #yandere criminal minds #yandere Spencer Reid #spencer reid x reader #gender neutral pronouns #yandere x gender neutral reader

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cityscape-paintings · 6 months

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Trajan`s Market painted by Giovanni Battista Piranesi (1720 - 1778)

#art #art history #artwork #painting #museums #history #culture #vintage #giovanni battista piranesi #cityscape

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kayentokk · 10 months

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MHA Boys X s/o with a fear of bugs

Pairing; Kaminari Denki, Kirishima Eijiro, Bakugo Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shōto x GN! Reader. (Separate)

contains; fluff, bug killing

wc;1720

A/N; sorry! I haven’t posted in a while, Lowkey had writers block. I’m back though! :)

❀Katsuki Bakugo ❀

Tbh dudes a grump lyt but a grump

Prolly so done with you

Like he just woke up can’t even process wtf is goin on

He’s got sleep itis bad

He has to be in bed by 9:30 and wake up at 5 to train

Sleep is super important

And you tell him it’s a bug

Like you woke me up and ruined my sleep schedule for a bug

He thinks ur kidding

So done with you ngl

Eventually kills it

Not happy

:/ 5.5/10

❀”….ski…Kats…..ki!” Bakugo rolled over and tried to get comfortable again, tuning out the noises. Then the groggy feeling of being shook out of his sleep, his oh so wonderful sleep, hit him. “Hm,” he grunts almost questioningly.

He wasn’t fully awake yet, he could save his sleep. If only you would stop fucking shaking him!

“What woman?!” He said shaking you off of him and hurrying his face into his pillow.

“‘Tsuki! There’s a bug! In the bathroom, and I really gotta go!”

He does a full 360. He sits up, drags his hands over his face, and just looks at you. He’s just staring, almost into space, the worlds blankest stare. It’s in between morning confusion, anger, oblivion, and more confusion.

“…what?”

“It’s urgent! How many times do I have to say it! There’s a bug in the bathroom, and I needa go!”

“…you woke me up….for a bug?”

“Yes! A really big bug!”

He’s fuming mad, he seriously can’t believe you right now. A bug? Really?! He can’t even be bothered by this right now, so he simply lays back down and pulls the covers over his head.

You immediately pull the covers back and shake him awake once again, “wake up you big lump! It’s almost time for you to get up anyways!”

“I still have,” he tilts his head towards the digital clock on his nightstand, “7 minutes.”

“Come on! The bug is gonna get away by then, please?!”

He drawls out the worlds longest sigh, and tussles out of the bed with an attitude. He grumbles all the way to the bathroom, ‘can’t believe y’woke me up for some dumb bug, he grumbles while he kills the bug, ‘all y’hafta do is smash it’, and while he walks back getting into bed with 5 minutes to spare, ‘wasn’t that fuckin hard’

“Thanks Kats!” You say enthusiastically.

“Yeah yeah, just go pee now, don’t wake me up again either.”

He was not happy when his alarm clock rang five minutes later, and his sleep schedule was now two minutes off. ❀

❀ Todoroki Shōto ❀

He’s super chill about it ngl

You’re just over his house hanging out

It’s getting near night time tho so you tell him you’re finna shower

He hears this high pitched scream

Immediately thinks smth is wrong

Rushes to the rescue

Gets to the bathroom and is utterly confused

Till you step out the way and he sees the bug

You don’t even have to say anything

He quickly grabs a paper towel and disposes of it

:) 9/10 -1pt for killing it ig(for the bug lovers out there sorry)

❀ “Shō, I’m gonna go shower real quick. Then we can maybe watch a movie after?”

“Yeah sure, I’ll start looking for one.”

You smile softly and begin to walk up the stairs where a lovely hot shower awaits you. Well not so lovely because the moment you pulled back the curtain, you screamed in horror.

It was like a dark purple worm looking thing, and it was in the tub. Not even a minute later Todoroki makes his way up the stairs and into the bathroom. He didn’t even ask what was wrong, he quickly grabbed a paper towel and disposed of the bug.

“It’s raining and cold out, all the bugs are finding their way in,” he said nonchalantly.

Afterward, you were too paranoid to take your shower though, so you had him do a full inspection of the bathroom, and you made him sit in the bathroom with you until you were done in the shower. ❀

❀ Izuku Midoriya ❀

He’s such a softie :(

He just can’t bring himself to kill it

Even though you’re standing on the couch

Hiding behind a pillow

Screaming ‘kill it! Kill it Zu please!’

He just can’t

Gently traps the bug in a cup

And releases it outside far away.

10/10

❀ “AHHHH!”

“What?! What’s wrong y/n?!” Izuku rushed out of his room into the living room in a panic.

You’re shaking and pointing to the wall opposite from you, the one with the TV amounted onto it with various pictures of you and Izuku.

“It’s a spider! Kill it! It’s so big, Izu!”

You’re standing on the couch at this point grasping the cute brown throw pillow for dear life. For a moment, Izuku finds this situation a little funny and kinda adorable.

“Ok ok, calm down I’ll get it.”

He went to the kitchen to grab a paper towel but then he thought about that poor spider, and its-his- poor life. He switched out the paper towel for a cup, and came back to living room. He trapped the spider and waited for it to climb into the cup, and then he ran outside far away from the house, and set it free. ❀

❀ Eijiro Kirishima ❀

Now listen

He’s a super manly man and all

He’d do anything for you beautycool

But when you screamed ‘Eiji it’s a bug help!’

He bout lost his shit

He said

🏃‍♀️

Fuck a bug

Hell no

And he’s not doing it

This man-

Calls his best bakubro

And asks him to come over

Just to kill a bug

You were so stuck on that the whole day

Even after Bakugo left right after killing the bug and almost killing Kirishima

That’s the day you learned that’s the only time he can’t help you

6/10 cuz at least the bug was gone

❀ “Eiji! Eiji help!”

He immediately rushes into the room, “what’s wrong?!”

“There’s a bug! Eiji! Kill it!”

My boy does a full 180 and runs out the room.

“Eiji! What are you doing?!” You shouted from the bedroom.

“I’m gonna save you don’t worry!” He says as if you’ve been captured.

He quickly dials his best man, Bakubro, who picks up the phone irritated but gets concerned due to the urgency in Kirishimas voice. He tells Kirishima that he’ll be right over.

“Don’t worry pebble, reinforcements will be here soon!”

“What?!”

Just then harsh knocks were heard from the door, and you knew he had called Bakugo.

He storms in asking Kirishima what’s wrong because he’s actually worried, and he’s confused as to why Kirishima looks so calm.

“Listen Bakubro-“

“Don’t call me that! Just spit it out!”

“There’s a bug.”

“A bug-“

“Yes! But a really big one and it’s in the top corner of my bedroom, how will I be able to sleep at night if you don’t-“

“You sounded so distraught over the phone, for a bug,” uh-oh that’s his ‘you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me voice’

“Well I mean it’s not just a bug it’s-“

“Don’t finish that sentence, I’ve had enough of your stupidity for one day.”

He walks into the room, to see you just awkwardly standing on the bed the farthest away from the spider.

“H-hey I just wanted to make sure it didn’t move…Eijiro was supposed to kill it-“

“Yeah, I know. Shitty hair does not do bugs. I come over here like twice a week for this exact reas-“

Before he could finish his sentence, Kirishima came into the room blazing. He had paper towels, Lysol spray, and for some reason a bowl on his head.

“Here! I grabbed all the stuff!”

“That’s too much shitty- never mind, hand me a paper towel.”

He quickly hands the paper towels over, bakugo goes to the corner, jumps up, and kills the bug.

“My hero!” Kirishima said jokingly.

“Yeah yeah, see ya shitty hair,” he said heading towards the door. ❀

❀ Denki Kaminari ❀

We’ve got another one folks

He’d do anything for you

But bugs-

9 times out of 10 you’re saving him

You know he doesn’t like bugs

So when he walked in the house while you were in the midst of looking for the bug you accidentally let in

That was not a good mix

Your little ‘Denki there’s a bug if you see it tell me so I can get it’

Had him panicking

He stayed millimeters away from you

Aka he was all up in your bubble

Then all of a sudden

This man

The one who’s training to become a hero

Hides behind you

Screaming about how he sees the bug

4/10 cuz you had to take care of the bug but he was cute tho

❀ It’s around here somewhere, you just know it. While bringing the groceries into the apartment, you accidentally let a moth in. You had looked around but figured it would come out sooner or later, and started preparing some ramen.

Minutes later, Kaminari walked in, and even though you knew he was gonna freak out you figured if you told him about it upfront he’d be okay. Boy, were you wrong.

“Why are you being so nonchalant about this?! A MOTH THATS PROLLY THE SIZE OF MY HAND IS FLYING AROUND!”

“Babe, calm down. Moths aren’t that big-“

“YEAH RIGHT!”

“Just stay in the kitchen with me then, it’s fine.”

And of course as soon as you said that it came flying out from behind the couch cushion and into the kitchen.

“Ahhhh! ITS RIGHT THERE!” He says cowering behind your leg.

“Ok ok scaredy cat I’m gonna let it out.”

The moth was just flying around the light, so you went to the door opened it and turned off the light in hopes of the moth not swarming it anymore. Slowly, but surely it flew out of the door.

You closed it shut going back into the kitchen to check on your fearless boyfriend.

“It’s gone.”

“You lied to me! It was huge!”

“I think you’re exaggerating a little denks.”

“No you’re under exaggerating.”

You guys debated about the size of the moth throughout dinner, and he was paranoid the rest of the week. ❀

@/firefly-graphics for the divider

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