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chic-a-gigot · 1 year

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La Mode illustrée, no. 2, 9 janvier 1887, Paris. Chaussures pour toilettes du soir. Modèles de chez M. Wolf, rue du Vieux-Colombier, 9. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney

Soulier fait en cuir mordoré, orné sur le dessus du pied d'une, broderie en perles bronze et découpé au-dessus de cette broderie; on passe dans les pattes munies d'œillets un ruban de satin brun ayant 62 centimètres de longueur, 4 centimètres et demi de largeur, dont les bouts sont ornés de perles; on noue le ruban devant.

Soulier en cuir noir verni, orné sur le dessus du pied d'une broderie en petites perles d'or, d'acier et grosses perles de cire; au-dessus de cette broderie, on garnit le soulier avec un nœud fait en satin plissé. Un nœud semblable est posé sur la patte en ruban élastique fixé pour maintenir le soulier.

Soulier montant derrière, découpé très bas devant fait en cuir mordoré, muni d'œillets sur le bord de côté; on passe dans ces œillets des lacets de soie brune qui se croisent, et dont les bouts sont noués. Sur le dessus du pied, le soulier est orné d'une broderie en perles bronze et d'un nœud en ruban de satin brun orné de perles.

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Shoe made of bronze leather, adorned on the top of the foot with an embroidery in bronze beads and cut above the embroidery; we pass in the legs provided with eyelets a brown satin ribbon 62 centimeters long, 4 and a half centimeters wide, the ends of which are adorned with pearls; we tie the ribbon in front.

Black patent leather shoe, adorned on the top of the foot with embroidery in small gold and steel beads and large wax beads; above this embroidery, the shoe is trimmed with a bow made of pleated satin. A similar bow is placed on the leg in elastic ribbon fixed to hold the shoe.

Shoe high in the back, cut very low in front, made of golden brown leather, provided with eyelets on the side edge; Brown silk laces are passed through these eyelets, crossing each other and the ends of which are tied. On the top of the foot, the shoe is adorned with bronze bead embroidery and a brown satin ribbon bow adorned with beads.

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shewhoworshipscarlin · 1 year

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Lace up boots, 1880.

#boots #1880s #antique #accessories #victorian

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karenalma · 9 months

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A while back, I found this picture of my son. It was taken while hiking at The New Wave in Page, Arizona. I knew I needed to paint it. It’s SO him. And at the same time looks like an ad for western wear.

I did a sketch at first and sometimes I think I should have just settled for that because every time I tried to take it to a larger sheet of paper, it really did not work out.

Here’s the sketch:

I love the rocks.

After I got a ton of inspiration for getting past some rough spots on my most recent attempt at my painting group. I love those peeps. Seriously, the New Mexico Watercolor Society is the best.

This is still unfinished. (I think I always say that.) still have some tiny details I want to work on, but I love it!

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augustfairie · 2 years

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I just realized that in like another fifty years there will be people dressing in 1980’s clothing like people do today in 1880’s clothing and just emerge themselves in the whole aesthetic.

Trading McCalls patterns from 1983, willingly wearing corduroy, omg…jelly sandals and slouchy white suede boots….shoulder pads!

Like how fashion historians recreate Victorian gowns for period pieces, there are going to be future historians giving in-depth lectures to their freshman classes about parachute pants and the stratospheric rise of the off the shoulder sweatshirt from Flashdance and how it changed the garment industry as we know it. Wild.

#fashion #fashion history #historical fashion #1880’s fashion #1880’s #victorian fashion #1980’s #1980s fashion #costuming #the slouchy boot were totally something in my mothers closet #jelly sandals #they were the devils footwear #flashdance #that sweatshirt was everything

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my18thcenturysource · 1 year

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I don't know if you're ready for this BUT American Duchess and the Bata Shoe Museum just launched a collab collection called In Bloom.

They made 3 styles in several colours using 3 styles from the the 18th, 19th and 20th centuries from their current exhibition "In Bloom: Flowers and Footwear", and are currently in pre-sale, with estimated deliveries between July and August 2023.

Let's take a look:

We start at the 18th century with the Primrose shoes, based on their Dunmore model, accurate for 1770s-1790s they are embroidered on satin and are $179 USD while in pre-sale and later will be $199. The original style is in black and pink silk satin, and OF COURSE that's my favourite variation, but the green ones are a close second.

Images from top: 1780s shoes, Bata Shoe Museum / Primrose shoes, American Duchess.

From the 19th century we have this style called Flora, accurate for the late 19th century (1870s-1900), are $230 USD while in pre-sale and later will bee $250. This embroidered boots with satin ribbon laces are probably my favourite style from the collection. Of course my fave colour is black, which is also the colour of the original piece, but the lavender ones are just *chef kiss*:

Images from top: the original French embroidered boots by Francois Pinet, late 1870s-early 1880s, Bata Shoe Museum. / Flora boots, American Duchess

Finally, the 20th century style is the Daisy, accurate for the 1920s-1940s. A vintage style full of flowers and colour, this T-strap style is perfect to pair with a simple dress from any decade and have a very decent 6.3cm heel, so you can dance all night in these art deco shoes.

1920s shoes, Bata Shoe Museum / Daisy shoes, American Duchess.

The sales from the In Bloom collection will support The Bata Shoe Museum in their study, outreach, and conservation of historic footwear, and we're here for it.

More info:

"In Bloom: Flowers and Footwear"

Read more about the collaboration at the American Duchess Blog.

Buy the whole collection in pre-sale here.

Which style are you looking for the most?

#shoes #accessories #in bloom #florals #18th century #19th century #20th century #historical shoes #american duchess

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cringeborg · 4 months

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200 Followers Gift: 19th-century Men's Lookbook

Finally, here it is. A gift to you all for getting my follower count up to a whole 200. I know it's not a huge milestone, but I'm excited about it, and I'm glad so many other people are interested in the things I make. As of right now I have 212 followers, and there were only about 190 students at my elementary school. That's weird. That's a lot of people.

This is a more informal lookbook than my usual ones. I haven't really gone all in on the photo editing. It's more of a timeline of fashion than a true lookbook. Note that it's a mix of casual wear (1810, 1820, 1830, 1850), regular daywear (1800, 1860, 1870, 1880, 1890) and evening wear (1840).

1800s: hair / glasses (TSR) / suit / boots (Base Game)

1810s: hair / facial hair (Base Game) / vest / breeches / boots

1820s: hair / facial hair / vest / pants (Discover University) / boots

1830s: hair / facial hair (Base Game) / outfit / boots (Base Game)

1840s: hair / facial hair (Base Game) / suit / shoes

1850s: hair / facial hair / outfit / shoes (Base Game)

1860s: hat / hair / facial hair / suit / gloves (Base Game)

1870s: hat / hair / facial hair (Cottage Living) / jacket / pants (Sack Pants) / gloves (Base Game) / boots

1880s: hat / hair / facial hair (Horse Ranch) / suit / boots

1890s: hat / hair / facial hair (Cats & Dogs) / suit (Professor Plum) / shoes (Get Together)

huge thanks to all the cc creators included in this! you rock!

@simverses @anachrosims @johnnysimmer @peebsplays @birksche @joliebean @happylifesims @theroyalthornoliachronicles @feralpoodles @chere-indolente @buzzardly28 @vintagesimstress

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digitalfashionmuseum · 7 months

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Beige Silk Embroidered Boots, 1885-90, Probably French.

Met Museum.

#silk #shoes #boots #embroidery #beige #extant garments #womenswear #1880s #1885 #1880s boots #1880s shoes #19th century #1880s extant garment #french #1880s France #met museum

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fashionsfromhistory · 13 days

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Boots

1880s

Italian

The MET (Accession Number: C.I.42.24.4)

#boots #fashion history #historical fashion #1880s #19th century #italy #accessories #bustle era #white #red #floral #embroidery #belle epoque #shoes #the met #THIS IS WHAT IT'S ABOUT BABY #(also i want to be clear i know italy is not the belle epoque)#but i'm fudging it a little since that's the closest country

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telekinetictrait · 1 month

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When Miss Bellatrix Bachelor became Lady Bellatrix Goth, no one could have predicted just how good of a match her and Sir Mortimer Goth would be. Perhaps it's their shared oddities, their creative fervor, or simply their childhood friendship... but Willow Creek's lady and baronet are the most devoted the parish has ever seen.

cc links and creator tags under the cut!

see my resources page for genetics!! and my #genetics tag

everyday/house 1: happylifesims' piteous outfit / retro-pixels' the author dress

everyday/house 2: chere-indolente's velvet suit jacket, breeches, shoes / linzlu's calico dress

going out 1: vintagesimstress' 1896 sack suit / simverse's mistress mysterium hat + simsfromthepast's 1890s walking ensemble

going out 2: pandorasimsbox' azariah sacksuit / plumbobteasociety's fancy fascinator hat + vintagesimstress' 1895 silk walking dress

formal: linzlu's timely overcoat / sentate's elphaba dress

athletic: ameyasims' georgetown sweater + thesimsblues' brindleton breeches / vintagesimstress' 1897 cycling hat + gilded-ghosts' victorian visions walking suit

undergarments: historicalsimslife's mens underwear / dzifasims' bespoke corset + simsverse's rococo nightie skirt + dancemachinetrait's embroidered stockings

sleepwear: historicalsimslife's mens nightshirt / notsooldmadcatlady's victorian nightgown 1 + dancemachinetrait's stockings

morning: vintagesimstress' 1898 morning robe / notsooldmadcatlady's victorian robe 2

swimwear: ameyasims' lehgaming swimwear recolor / linzlu's colonial cap + vintagesimstress' 1884 swimsuit + eirflower's bain de soliel swim shoes

party: lunenore's mysterious lord coat / cazmari-mods' charity hair + linzlu's 1880s dress (i dont remember which, im sorry!)

summer: chere-indolente's suit jacket, cravat, and breeches / lilis-palace's summer hat + gilded-ghost's jacket jubilee and perfectly plain skirt + kedluu's ankle boots

winter: chere-indolente's quilted jacket / lilis-palace's winter hat + mlys' pufferhead scarf + historicalsimslife's luxuriant ladys outerwear

...and i know i used some of adèle's flower accessories and some of @batsfromwesteros jewlery, but for the life of me i can't remember which!!!!

thank you to @happylifesimsreblogs @gilded-ghosts @linzlu @chere-indolente @vintagesimstress @simsfromthepast @simverses @pandorasimbox @plumbobteasociety @sentate @ameyasims @thesimsblues @dzifasims @dancemachinetrait @historicalsimslife @notsooldmadcatlady @eirflower @lunenore @cazmari-mods @lilis-palace @kedluu and @mlyssimblr !!!!!

#my sims #sims 4 lookbook #ts4 lookbook #ts4lookbook #s4 lookbook #sims 4 #mortimer goth #bella goth

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blueiskewl · 4 months

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Lost and Found: Bottle Hunter Digs Extraordinary Farmland Treasures

Tom Askjem is a time traveler. Every May to November, he disappears into the bowels of the earth, descends to depths of 13’-plus, and returns to the surface with treasure—bottles and glassware from farming’s past.

After 1,800 pits and hundreds of thousands of relics, Askjem is equal parts archeologist, thrill seeker, and mole. Muscle on dirt, the North Dakota farm boy has turned an addiction into a career, multiple books, and a captivating YouTube channel with millions of views. However, Askjem seeks more than glass.

“I’m digging for adventure, history, and love,” he says. The past is in these holes and there are countless numbers of them across farmland.”

Time to hunt with a master.

The Infection

On the flats of extreme eastern North Dakota’s Traill County, Askjem, 32, prepares for a dig trip. “No mountains and no hills in the Red River Valley,” he describes. “You can see your dog run away for days. The land is mostly featureless, other than a few big cottonwoods and shelter belts where farms used to be.”

A mop of blonde hair sits atop a 6’-tall, lanky frame as Askjem saddles his pony—a Honda Civic. At the current mileage rate, the Civic will be junkyard fodder before it has a scratch: 60,000 backroad miles added to the odometer in the past six months.

Askjem piles layers of gear into the trunk, including three of each tool for insurance: shovels, pronged garden forks, trampoline pads, probe rods, buckets, plastic scoopers, trowels, tents, sleeping bags, blankets, pillows, air mattresses, clothes, and waterproof, Redwing leather work boots.

“It never gets old,” he says, wearing a wide grin. “I caught the infection when I was a kid.”

Digging Bodies

Pushed from the Grand Forks area by the historic Red River flood of 1997, Askjem moved to a farm outside Buxton at six years young. The main property was an 1878 homestead—a progression from sod house to log cabin to the present standing 1898 farmhouse decked in Victorian-era woodwork and hardware.

Surrounded by history, including the skeletons of old wagons and rusting machinery, Askjem explored a 5-acre patch of woods on the property, and chanced on a garbage dump: pop bottles and trash.

Askjem dug.

“I went deep and found stuff going back to 1898. When you’re a kid living in the country, there’s no going down the street and there’s no hanging with friends to play video games—you make your own adventure. I started hitting up all the farmers I could find for leads.”

Behind the wheel of a rattling go-cart, Askjem sought Buxton old-timers and collected tips on abandoned houses. “They all helped me,” he says. “Nobody cared where I hunted because I was just a little kid exploring for all the right reasons.”

“I’ve still got an elementary school journal with an assignment describing my weekend,” he adds. “I wrote, ‘Me and Mom dug up old bodies.’ The teacher marked my paper out of concern,” Askjem describes, with an easy, deep chuckle. “I meant to spell bottles, not bodies. But it shows I was truly hooked.”

Indeed. Wonderfully hooked.

Soft Landing

Why are bottles buried under farmland and old house sites?

Prior to plastic and synthetics, glassware held everything: medicine, hygiene products, alcohol, soda, and beyond. Glass was it.

Additionally, prior to waste disposal services, homeowners discarded trash on-site—in back yard outhouses, trash depressions, burn pits, and wells or cisterns. In short time, the various ground receptacle spots were filled and forgotten.

“Let’s say, for example, a family moved in around 1880,” Askjem explains. “That site likely has two or three outhouse locations prior to World War l. The outhouse spots filled up at a rate according to family size. I dug one farmhouse site that had six outhouses in a 10-year span. Folks went into the outhouses and threw away bottles: medicine, opiates, beer, whiskey. It was convenient and private, and had a soft landing, and got covered quickly. Even now, the bottles often are still preserved.”

“Generally, these houses also had a burn pit and/or dump pit. In the early days, they burned all trash in the stove for heat. Also, homestead bucket wells were filled up with trash and bottles once they were replaced by pump wells. Cisterns also were eventually filled up, but most of those are associated with houses in town.”

And the sites remain, he emphasizes, hiding intact relics beyond the reach of farm machinery or tillage equipment.

X Marks the Spot

Location. Location. Location. Other than a tip or invitation, how does Askjem find dig sites?

X marks the spot, at least in the county courthouse or public library. He spends winters poring over early property transaction documents. “I look at lot sales. If several lots sold for $100 each in 1880, but one sold for $1,000 in 1885, the price climb tells the story and likely represents a building location.”

“I also read old newspaper archives, looking for hotel or business advertisements,” Askjem continues. “Then I can look up the proprietor’s name and keep tightening the scope, narrowing down the exact building location.”

“Every single house is different, but generally, in the countryside, outhouses were 30 paces out the back door. In the city, where most lots were 140’ long, outhouses could be as close as 5-10 paces.”

Confident of a site’s potential, Askjem first asks for permission to dig from the landowner. “Property owners are always so kind to me and I don’t hide anything I find. They’re curious about what is in the ground, just like anybody else.”

Second, he grids out the site. “I put down markers 2 paces apart, maybe 20 paces long. I push probe rods into ground and feel for compaction differences. Depending on the location, I’ll call in and have utility lines marked out for power and gas.”

Decked in Levi’s and a tank-top, it’s time to tunnel.

Claustrophobic Comfort

Shovel in hand, Askjem descends into a layer cake of dirt: black topsoil to brown-colored clay to telltale ash to a use layer containing treasure.

“Generally, I go deep to find old items in quantity. The earliest bottles were used to the last drop by farmers and thrown out empty. Therefore, when they froze in brutal Dakota winters, the glass didn’t break from liquid expansion.”

As Askjem extracts glass vessels from the dirt and grime, his encyclopedic knowledge registers with each find. He recognizes the type, manufacturer, and age. Ink bottles, hygiene bottles, medicine bottles, beer bottles, soda bottles—and far more spill from the holes.

“I find patented medicine bottles across the country, but my favorite are soda bottles because they are unique to their locale and have character. The old soda bottles are usually marked with the bottler and town name because they were returnable.”

The outhouse pits are typically 6’-deep at home sites, with an average size of 6’-by-4’-by-3’. “I’ve dug ghost towns, dug saloons, train depots, and pool halls that were 12’ long, 4’ wide, and 8’ deep. I remember a hotel pit that was 20’-by-20’ and 8’ deep. There was a military fort with pits behind the barracks that was 12’ long, 4’ wide, and 13.5’ deep: That was a week’s worth of digging.”

Askjem’s subterranean realm provides no comfort to the claustrophobic. At 8’-9’, he braces the holes with woodwork. “I’m in a solid clay base that doesn’t cave, but I have a healthy respect for the ground’s limitation. Sometimes, it looks like I’m digging a rabbit hole.”

Preserved in nature’s freezer, the artifacts unearthed by Askjem often are in phenomenal condition.

“Pieces of newspaper can still be read; bottle labels are legible; white lime used in decomposition is visible; and undigested seeds are everywhere. Even 120-year-old human waste sometimes is perfectly preserved and still smells like hell. I wear a hydrogen sulfide respirator in those cases.”

“It’s all there; almost like it was dropped yesterday.”

Ghosts in the Ground

In 2022, Askjem began chronicling his digs via a YouTube channel, Below the Plains, and soon captured millions of views. At two posts per week, he gins footage at a steady rate to feed the algorithm, a tough task considering the ground in his geography is frozen from mid-November to mid-May.

Additionally, Askjem has written two in-depth books (Nebraska Soda Bottles 1865-1930 and A History of North Dakota Bottling Operations 1879-1930) and has more on the way. “I put the bottle prices in the books because they can sell for a whole lot and I always tell the landowners. Listing prices draw criticism, but that’s important to me because it helps preserve the item, and preservation of history is what drives me.”

Covered in dust or mud at the end of each day in digging season, Askjem is highly respectful of what he finds—almost reverent after 1,800 digs. “I appreciate everything I uncover because it represents a part of someone’s daily life and existence. There’s nothing wrong with coveting bottles, but I’m really in those holes for the moment of discovery.”

Even when not digging, Askjem is on the move, surfing on the coasts or river diving for lost cargo. In the decades to come, will he continue burrowing into the past? “Twenty years from now, I hope I’m still digging and there’s nothing I’d rather be doing right now.”

“There’s not an infinite amount of lost bottle sites, but there’s certainly an incredibly high number,” he continues. “There were 300,000 homestead farms in North Dakota with a minimum of one well, one outhouse, and one trash dump. And that doesn’t include towns where most of the population lived. There are millions of these sites in North Dakota and far more in other states.”

Respect to a freewheeling hunter like no other. Bottles draw the eye, but ghosts draw the heart: “The moment never gets old when you uncover a bottle and find that history,” Askjem adds. “Never.”

By CHRIS BENNETT.

#Lost and Found: Bottle Hunter Digs Extraordinary Farmland Treasures #Tom Askjem #glass #glass bottles #ancient glass #ancient artifacts #archeology #archeolgst #history #ancient history #history news #treasure #treasure hunter #antiques #bottle hunter #long post #long reads

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marzipanandminutiae · 1 year

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The Other Nightgown Set, or, The Most Underappreciated Crimson Peak Costume

okay, CPeak fans. when I say Edith's nightgown, what do you picture?

this, right?

RIP to the gorgeous silk dressing-gown we never see after this scene. but I digress.

and yes, that is the more iconic one. but you're forgetting my own dearest-beloved, my #cozygoals, my unsung hero of Victwardian gothic loungewear...The Buffalo Robe/Nightgown Set

finding photos of this is ridiculously difficult, and that strikes me as a travesty. but it's a robe of a goldy-chartreuse silk-velvet, with what appears to be a salmon lining (silk again, I'm guessing), floral appliques, and a black sash. She appears to be wearing a lacy cotton nightgown underneath, although a rather short one- only to mid-calf. Interesting.

because Netflix cannot be screenshotted, I took photos with my phone of some details- pardon the quality, glare, etc.

The collar has piping of the lining fabric. This is done by wrapping a thin cord in the material you want to pipe with, and then stitching that whole affair between two pieces being seamed together. It's a pain in the ass to execute, IMO, but such a nice detail.

Our heroine is furnished with POCKETS! you can see lace on either side of the robe "skirt," either decorative pocket flaps or outlining the openings for normal, flap-less pockets. I can't quite tell which.

A slightly better view of said pockets as Edith regards the door that Eleanor (her mother) just opened using Ghost PowersTM.

I didn't screenshot this specifically, but her sash is a black ribbon- of course -with gold edges.

The Buffalo Robe interests me because it seems much more practical than what she wears at Allerdale. Sure, it's goth-tinged and lovely, but it also looks...cozy. It's not all the way up her neck, it's not silk brocade- it's soft velvet, and with pockets to boot. It's something the audience could see themselves throwing on over their own nightwear to lounge around the house. Plus, those pockets bespeak a need to carry things and do Activities- not just wander around crumbling manors with a candelabra looking appropriately ingenuecore. It kind of plays into an interpretive theory I have about Edith falling into the "world" of the Gothic when she goes to Allerdale- she's no longer in reality, sort of, so she gets this over-the-top fantastical nightgown as her primary outfit.

It also bears, I think, more resemblance to actual dressing-gowns and wrappers of the period than her Allerdale nightwear set:

(Dressing gown, 1880s. Fashion Museum, Bath, England. Earlier than Edith's vague 1895-7 aesthetic, but still similar.)

(Deaccessioned from the Rochester Historical Museum, New York, USA. This is described in the listing as an "1880s day dress" and the bodice does have a hidden button closure, but. Come on. The visual similarities are insane. I'm not convinced that Kate Hawley didn't see this dress somehow. Also earlier; also pretty close regardless.)

Makes you wonder if Lucille's got a more practical option stashed away somewhere, too...

#crimson peak #long post #movie costumes #dress history #edith cushing

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blueberrypancakesworld · 3 months

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~ A look, a ship and a sin ~

warning : implied blood, kiss, sexism (I means it's the late 18th century), kinda smutish/flirting

Summary : The Demeter's last voyage had only a handful of crew members and a load of wooden crates. But when the housekeeper of the crates comes on board for the Lord, it's a look, the ship or a sin that comes up. Above all, the first mate can see through her the true nature of the pretty lady, or can he?

Info : So I watched the last voyage of the demeter a few weeks ago with my parents and I was so excited (because I read the Dracula and seeing the chapter ,,live" was just ahhh). Maybe some people on here want to read something for him I mean I do so here it is have fun reading ;)

gif from @minilev

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A crossing to London in the late 1880s was something she had never done before. Such a journey from transylvania to London a world city a city of modernity, a city that would soon be home to her. A city that would soon be doomed without anyone on the ship finding out. Because a ship without a crew could tell nothing.

But nobody could have known that when the sun was high in the sky that day. In the harbor of the city the Demeter was anchored and the captain was not only waiting for his crew but also for his special guest.

A single woman. A single woman who was to serve as housekeeper for the count who had commissioned the crates transportation, but that was all anyone seemed to know.

The footsteps of heeled boots could be heard on the stone floor of the harbor, the leather dragging up her ankles concealed by the white and red dress. The red velvet pattern pulled over the clean white dress that lay against her body, the corset pulled together at the back with laces and covered by fabric.

The sun shone down on the woman, emphasizing her cleanliness and beauty. The hat on her head released her hair but the wind made her strands bounce and the smile on her lips widened a little when she saw the large ship.

A sight of dark wood the great sail furled the figure at the bow of the ship a mermaid. Pretty and mysterious. ,,Ma'm, can I help you?" she heard an older voice than she could attribute to an older man. The thick white beard, the bluish cap and the white shirt that was no longer brand new.

Like something out of a book, she thought and gave him a friendly look. ,,Sir, could you tell me where I can find the captain of this wonderful ship?" she asked, pointing to the Demeter behind the man. She saw the slight smirk and amused look in the man's eyes. A simple game.

The man took off his cap and made a semblance of a bow, which she returned with a flattered curtsy. ,,Miss, you're standing in front of him... you're the housekeeper?" he asked, and suspicion flashed in her gaze, knowing she had taken a close look at his "guest list". Surprise and a grin also made the older man smile, ,,Pleased to meet you sir, I hope we have a good trip to London together...may I perhaps come aboard already?".

The conversation between the two was ignored by the crew as the men had something to do and the newest member of the temporary ship's doctor went to the rope to secure the cargo. All except one man, a man who had his dark eyes on the female. Watching his gaze, unsure about the new passenger and yet with no trust.

And so it was that the captain led his passenger to the ship, helped her up the gangplank and took her pack, ,,A lady shouldn't be overworked," he said with a smile and as a lesson to his grandson, who looked at the woman intently. ,,Men, we have our last passenger, a lady, I expect respect and decency!" the captain shouted to his crew, who turned their gazes to her, some more than others.

,,Wojchek, take the lady to her room and then come to me," the captain demanded, handing the suitcases to his first mate. The black-haired man's gaze was not pleased, not friendly and annoyed.

The short black hair, the beard more well than poorly groomed and dark, unblinking eyes looked at her. ,,A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Wojchek, I am-" she wanted to introduce herself and was about to make a knciks when he simply interrupted her, not impressed by her look and smile, or was he?

,,A woman...on board the Demeter, that's something you have to handle with kid gloves, isn't it miss? Come on before you hurt yourself...a ship with men can be dangerous," he replied, letting his gaze wander over her, lingering for a moment on her lipstick-stained lips.

Blood was the same color before he walked past her and she hurriedly followed him so as not to remain alone in the open longer than necessary. And so it was that a few hours later the crew set sail from the harbor, heading out to the great open sea on their way to London months alone at sea.

Just the captain and his loyal crew plus the woman, the new heart of the ship. The heart of the ship who helped the crew where she could which was really nothing.

When she tried to clean the ship because Wojchek had given her a brush and water, saying ,,A woman should be able to do that" before he left, his dislike for her was still there after the captain told him to keep an eye on her so that none of the men would try.

Even though he knew his crew, the first mate knew that one or the other wanted to do more than just talk, more than just look at those flowers, and when she had finished cleaning she was supposed to help in the kitchen, but the cook gave her the Bible and said she could read it so she wouldn't cut herself on the potato peel. ,,Such an Eve should not be harmed," said the religious man and gave her a smile before turning back to the ingredients.

She was sheltered by all and even helped the little boy to read and count for the captain's grandson, at least what she could do herself, which was what a woman needed to be accepted as a housekeeper. But no matter what, the first mate did not seem to fall for the heart of the ship.

Neither when he saw her at breakfast in the morning in her robe, which protected the thin dress underneath, did his gaze see the cold of the sea showing on her body.

She had tried to cover up the fact that her nipples were pressed against the fabric, her stockings were in her room and he had seen her delicate ankles and noticed her slightly wispy hair.

It was a view that burned into him, a view that wouldn't let him go. Not in the morning did he feel the tingling sensation in his stomach, knowing where his blood was being pumped.

Not at noon when he steered the ship and she kept her diary on deck, looking at him and stretching, her dress riding up slightly, her ankles visible again. Not even after dinner when he was getting ready to take care of his problem came over him.

But this had to end, the ship had to wake up, the Crew had to wake up and if it started with her, he wouldn't let his captain and the ship go down. Not because of this witch.

As he walked through the corridors of the ship, the modn in the sky made the deck and the entire ship seem dark, the sea endless and his thoughts sinful. The knocking on her door as he walked through the ship seemed to make his gaze briefly uncertain if anyone was awake.

But when a ,,Come in" sounded, he slipped into her room, a relatively large room that had room for a bed, a table and a small closet that had seen better days but didn't bother the young woman. ,,Mr.Wojchek, good evening... can I help you?" she asked, getting up from her chair and putting down the brush she had been brushing her hair with.

Her smile was full of innocence but her body was full of sin. ,,A proper lady would have dressed and not come to breakfast like a...whore a witch," he said, his dark eyes looking at her body under her nightgown. The curve of her breasts, her hips, her legs with her lovely ankles and a view of her center which was interrupted when she placed a hand on his chest.

He flinched back a hint of a smile showing he had been right. ,,Was it that recognizable?" she asked, running her fingers over the fabric of his shirt, leaving red streaks with her fingernails from the pressure.

He put his hand on her wrist firmly, warningly as he looked at her. ,,From the beginning," he snarled and she pulled away from his grip with a strength he hadn't given her credit for. She continued to walk around him, letting her hands roam over his tense body, so close that her breasts brushed his arm and back.

Her smirk turned to a giggle as she felt him, that sweet heartbeat, his fear, his anger, his lust, his desire. ,,Such a brave man from the start and yet, yet you almost seduced a woman with your gaze, with your thoughts...with your actions," she murmured to him and reached for his hand, knowing full well what he had done.

That he had desired her. He avoided her gaze as her hand came to rest on his cheek, a sensual touch, and she let out a surprised sound as he pressed her against the wall, his hand pressing against her neck but not completely depriving her of air.

,,I have nothing of the sort," he whispered to her, squeezing harder for a moment, a warning as he reached into his pocket with his other hand, the knife gleaming in the light of the oil lamp. But she just smiled, knowing exactly what he had done, hearing his groans and grunts as he imagined her. Only her for himself.

He was a sinner. Her hand that wasn't around his wrist went to his center, seeing the flash of lust and hate in his eyes as he gripped the knife tighter, his knuckles already white. Knowing that he would be fun to have him. ,,This ends now," he said and pulled out with the knife, ignoring his lust, the flash in his body, the arousal that craved her as she tore his hand from her neck and kissed him.

Her red lips stained his, the lipstick that was supposed to be sweet wasn't at all. The knife slid to the floor in his surprise, he didn't fight back against the lust that felt so good.

But something so good shouldn't taste metallic, shouldn't be freezing cold and shouldn't paralyze him. ,,Shhh don't want to wake the others, good boy... shall we start?" she whispered to him and bit gently into his ear, feeling him wince as he didn't understand what was happening.

As she kissed her way down to his neck before he felt the pain as she rammed her fangs into his neck. Her new pet that sucked his blood was getting another hug. Just as her master could keep several mistresses, she could also keep more.

Starting with the first mate of Demeter who would be hers forever. He almost managed to expose her, but this secret would perish on the endless crossing and never reach her new home in London.

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@jessicafangirl maybe you like to read it

@ebiemidnightlibrarian

@mask-knife-is-buggys-girl (liked your smut blurb)

#the last voyage of the demeter #the last voyage of the demeter wojchek #tlvofd wojchek #wojchek x reader #the last voyage of the demeter wojchek x reader #david dastmalchian

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Hi sorry if this is an odd question, but in the era of your ask blog what was Alfred's public reputation? I assume the higher class of NYC would think he was odd, being young and (seemingly) self made, with no wife or family that he spoke of regularly, and a random gaggle of people from other countries living with him.

It’s not too odd a question at all! I always teeter totter about exactly how secret nations are, but currently where I am is that they’re kind of an open secret so to speak. They don’t go out of their way to tell you, but if you figure out who they are it isn’t the end of the world.

In Alfred’s case I think some people in higher society understand who he is, especially if they’re involved in politics. It’s easy to put together once you realize it’s always D.C. he’s going to on business. Well, that and the fact he’s been 19-20 for decades. It also explains why this random squad of foreigners is popping up with him at White House events on occasion. That and the fact that nations all have something a little just off about them- they look like they know/have seen a little too much. Not off-putting per se, but off.

I think to people who aren’t clued in, especially in higher classes, they perceive Alfred as some young investor or lawyer. As for everyone living with him, they’re viewed as his staff more often than not. That’s changed over time, as when it was just Molly living with him they probably were perceived as relatives. Come the 1880s with Tolys and Lovino there, that’s his laundress/maid, that’s his secretary, that’s his cook. He’s definitely viewed as a bit of an odd duck for how close he is with them to boot before people realize.

All in all, he’s got a reputation as an eccentric young businessman with a generous streak. The only reason old money families don’t look down on him as much is because they’re at least marginally aware of who exactly he is. A lot of people probably assume he comes from wealth because of his connections, and he alludes to it when asked because it’s not entirely untrue.

#hetalia #hetalia headcanons #historical hetalia #hws america #when he pulls up to oyster bay the tongues are wagging #whether or not people realize they’re nations also influences how people treat the trio #they are treated very differently at a white house gala vs a visitor popping in on alfred

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