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historical-fashion-polls · 2 days

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submitted by anon 💛💜

#historical fashion poll submission #historical fashion polls #fashion poll #historical dress #historical fashion #dress history #fashion history #fashion plate #20th century fashion #early 20th century #20th century #1920s style #1920s fashion #circa 1920 #1920s #circa 1928 #1928

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2kcore · 1 year

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conceived as a crime deterrent, a ladies makeup compact fashioned in the shape of an inoperable pistol -- complete with powder, cheek rouge and lipstick in the shape of a bullet (1920)

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thinkingimages · 1 year

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[Female Model as Nun with Eyes Uplifted and Hands Folded in Prayer]

#arthur f. kales #circa 1920 #bromoil print #nun #hands #prayer

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dewdropdinosaur · 1 month

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Well Ain't You A Looker?

ALASTOR x (F) READER

Summary: You and Alastor are from two completely different worlds, eras even. So what happens when you try and maybe understand his world a bit more?

Warnings: NONE

If you would like a GN version of this, feel free to ask!(REQUESTS ARE OPEN, see pinned post for details)

This is based off a request from the dearest @anon-of-the-void

Y/N and Alastor had always been inseparable. From their time of meeting to an interesting friendship and now as they donned a romantic relationship, almost nothing had kept them apart. Their relationship was a whirlwind of laughter, shared musical interests, and undeniable chemistry. But there was always an unspoken barrier between them – the gap of time separating their worlds: Alastor being from the 1930s and Y/N being from the early 2000s.

Often one would use terms, mannerisms, or speak of time relevant events that left the other utterly confused and needing clarification. This tension often accompanied dinner, walks around Hell, and even small talk in the Hotel. While both were a great match, it certainly wasn't one made in Heaven. As their relationship approached its six-month mark, Y/N found herself curious about Alastor's origins. She longed to understand the era from which he hailed. Determined to bridge the gap between their worlds, Y/N sought guidance from Rosie the Overlord, a figure well-versed in the ways of the past and a very good…if the only…friend of Alastor.

And so, after a few weeks of secret planning, Y/N found herself in the bustling underworld, making her way to Rosie's domain. The Overlord welcomed her with open arms, her peppy demeanor softened by genuine curiosity. Rosie, intrigued by Y/N's eagerness, took her under her wing. Secretly relishing the chance to indulge her penchant for mischief, Rosie adorned Y/N in elegant 1930s attire, complete with a brown dress and a cloche hat. With a mischievous twinkle in her eye, Rosie schooled Y/N in the art of 1930s slang and mannerisms, eager to see her impress her demon beau.

"Ah, so you're the lucky one who's captured Alastor's heart," Rosie remarked with a knowing smirk. "Well, darling, if you want to understand the 1930s, you've come to the right place."

Meanwhile, Alastor, with his keen senses, couldn't help but notice Y/N's newfound enthusiasm for his era over the past few weeks and her sudden absence. He observed her with silent amusement, marveling at her determination to understand his world. Yet, beneath his composed exterior, Alastor's heart swelled with affection for the woman who had stolen it. No one had quite done anything for him like Y/N did, so imagine his surprise when one evening, as the crimson hues of dusk painted the sky, Y/N made her grand entrance.

Adorned in her vintage ensemble, she exuded an air of timeless elegance, her eyes sparkling with newfound confidence. Alastor, lounging in his parlor, couldn't tear his gaze away from her.

"Darling, what's all this?" Alastor inquired, his voice a melodic blend of curiosity and admiration.

Y/N flashed him a dazzling smile, her cheeks flushed with excitement as she sheepishly rubbed the back of her neck. "I wanted to understand your world better, Alastor. So…I sought Rosie's help."

Alastor's grin widened, a glint of pride shining in his crimson eyes. "Well, ain’t you a looker?" he chuckled, extending a hand to his beloved as suddenly his microphone decided to play some tunes as if from an old LP.

As they waltzed across the room, Alastor couldn't resist whispering sweet words of encouragement to Y/N. "You may be from a different time, my dear, but your beauty transcends all eras."

With each step, their love blossomed, a testament to the timeless nature of their bond. For in the depths of Hell, amidst the chaos and despair, Alastor and Y/N found solace in each other's arms. As they danced to the crackling tune of an old record, Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging in Alastor's world and he found a sense of belonging in hers. And as they laughed and twirled through the night, she realized that, no matter the time period, their love would always transcend the boundaries of time and space.

#romance #answered #hazbin hotel fandom #request #alastor the radio demon #hazbin hotel alastor x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel alastor #vizziepop #circa 1920 #1930s fashion #radio killed the video star #hazbin hotel rosie #hazbin rosie #rosie the cannibal #rosie hazbin hotel #radio demon #alastor altruist

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robynsreign · 1 year

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This was supposed to be on a full page of sitting positions so I could practice how fabric moves and anatomy but that soon ended with only this-

I SWEAR THE NEXT ONE WAS GONNA BE MORDECAI ILL DO IT I SWEAR /LH

Please let this one get popular because the others ones weren't as fancy /hj

Edit: This is getting so much attention thank you!!

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terry-perry · 16 days

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It’s not original but I have a feeling you’d be great at writing a Flapper AU between Alaster and Reader who’s a flapper/singer

Original or not, it was still fun to write!

Alastor came down to the club like any other Friday night. Normally these visits passed in a whirl as the joint remained all night with jovial noises like the clinking of full glasses and loud laughter. That night, however, was different in one small yet significant way. Amid the dim lighting and senseless chatter that most men seemed to be the reason for while their female companions sat in aloofness, there was brightness onstage that Alastor couldn't look away from. The brightness came in the form of you in an alluring red ensemble singing about the fleeting nature of material wealth and the relationships that come and go with it.

With a voice like yours, Alastor felt he might need to check your back for wings. He settled for asking about you.

"Mimzy, who is that delectable creature?" He said to his friend who sat with him at their usual table. His eyes never left the lovely singer onstage, so Mimzy couldn't help but feel smug as she answered him. "That's Y/N, the newest talent here. They've got quite a set of pipes on them, huh?"

"Indeed..." was all Alastor could mutter, continuing to stare at you dazedly. You had finished the Vaudeville-blues-style song you started with and were about to slow things down with a softer tune about not knowing what to do after your love was gone.

Before this second song, however, Alastor could've sworn you peered over at his table and met his eyes. You must've because as he smiled, you winked before returning your attention to everyone else. The men had hollered at your sultry act and went nuts at the flirtatious move you pulled that was only meant for him.

He wasn't too pleased about this attention you were receiving from others. This was the first time such a thing had happened to him. There was an overwhelming desire to possess you. The shortness of breath and flooding through his body had him understand this was classic jealousy at play. When you gave him that quick wink and tiny smile that was met with such ungentlemanly calls, he was ready to kill anyone who touched you, who tried to take you away from him.

Nothing was going to stop him from owning you.

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czikpisia · 5 months

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the great gatsby but they're wlw

aka practicing drawing motion by taking poses from 1920s photos and postcards i find on pinterest

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artsyfartsypoopypants · 18 days

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“the sisters g”

dancers and actresses eleanor and karla gutörhrlein

uploaded by @artdeco.joe on instagram

#fashion #1920 #1920s aesthetic #1920sdress #1920s hollywood #1920s art #circa 1920 #1920s style #art inspiration #inspiration #art #1920s cinema #1920s fashion #1920s #eleanor gutöhrlein #karla gutöhrlein

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nooriginalthoughtss · 2 months

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Mon Amour

Rene Vincent

#circa 1920 #1920s #art deco #smoking #drawing #flapper

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fatherjohnrainy · 3 months

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#saw this at an atique store and thought it was gorgeous #grunge #goth #southern gothic #southern goth aesthetic #mine #rural gothic #vintage #old photo #circa 1920 #southern gothic aesthetic #southern goth

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chaplinfortheages · 3 months

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#charlie chaplin #set of “the kid”#circa 1920

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historical-fashion-polls · 2 days

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submitted by anon 💛🧡

#historical fashion poll submission #historical fashion polls #fashion poll #historical dress #historical fashion #dress history #fashion history #fashion plate #20th century fashion #early 20th century #20th century #1920s style #1920s fashion #circa 1920 #1920s #circa 1925 #1925

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vintagequeens · 8 months

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Louise Brooks

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vintagelivingbydaisyb · 2 years

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Daily Vintage: Hearth & Home Magazine, October 1929

#vintage tips #vintage blogger #vintage lifestyle #vintage life #vintage #vintage fashion #vintage style #vintage fall #vintage halloween #vintage witch #vintage magazine #vintage aesthetic #decade: 1920s #circa 1920 #1920s fashion #1920s style #1920s #1920s Halloween

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dewdropdinosaur · 2 months

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Hazbin Having Blues

ALASTOR x READER

Summary: You and Alastor hate each other in every respect. But what if something did help you get along?

Warnings: NONE.

This is kind of a backstory for my fic 'Only for You' based on the line "how you get got along in the first place" and inspired by @anon-of-the-void

Requests are still open!!!

The Hazbin Hotel was a bustling haven for lost souls seeking redemption, but amidst the chaos and colorful characters, a particularly unique dynamic brewed between Alastor, the Radio Demon, and the new arrival…you.

The animosity between you and Alastor was palpable since day one, with every interaction echoing with sharp, witty remarks that cut through the air like daggers.The constant banter between you both created an uncomfortable atmosphere within the hotel, much to the dismay of the optimistic and ever-hopeful Charlie. Despite the young Moringstar’s best efforts to foster a sense of unity and camaraderie, the stalemate in this war of words persisted. Alastor, with his charismatic and devilish charm, found himself enjoying to harp down upon what he saw to be a gross naivety and unmannerly conduct. Meanwhile, you were a soul unafraid to stand up to the radio demon's antics, viewing him as nothing more than a pompous and insufferable presence.

Simply, Alastor and yourself had developed a fierce dislike for each other. The verbal sparring matches were legendary within the walls of the hotel, often leaving other residents uncomfortable and seeking refuge from the bickering.

Insulting conversations include but are not limited to:

“Well, well, if it isn't the radio demon himself. Did you run out of jazz records to torture people with?” “Ah, my dear, I always save the best tunes for special occasions. Unlike your taste in humor.”

“Look who decided to join the conversation. Are you here to dazzle us with your sparkling personality?” “Better than your attempt at a fashion statement. Monochromatic stripes, Al? Even Hell has standards.”

“Heard you like to play games, Alastor. How about a round of ‘Guess What My Expression Means’?” “My, my, how thrilling. I'll start: my face means I'm thoroughly unimpressed by your attempts at banter.”

“You know, Y/N, they say laughter is the best medicine. Too bad it can't cure your lack of charm.” “And they say pride goes before a fall. How's the weather down there, high and mighty?”

One evening, however, something changed.

As Alastor wandered the halls, his keen senses picked up on a faint sound emanating from your room. The unmistakable notes of a trumpet played with soulful precision, and a voice as smooth as molasses crooned lyrics that resonated with a timeless elegance. Intrigued, Alastor pressed his ear against the door. Deciding that was not enough, he slunk into the shadows and appeared in the room behind you.

Inside, you sat alone(you thought you were alone at least) immersed in the soothing melodies of Louis Armstrong's "West End Blues." and Etta James “Bye Bye Blackbird” on LPs for the record player you had thrifted. The soulful and jazzy tunes seemed to transport you to another world, away from the chaos of the hotel. Unbeknownst to you, Alastor found himself captivated by the same enchanting spell.

Alastor found himself captivated by the soulful notes. He couldn't help but appreciate the musical talent behind the song. He couldn't deny the care and emotion woven into each note, and for the first time, Alastor recognized something within you that transcended the ongoing feud. That something he wasn’t quite sure what it was but it was…different. Yes, the songs had come out in 1928 and 1926 respectively, he was alive when they graced the radio waves for the first time. Often finding himself tapping along to a beat in Mimzy’s lounge back then. How did you come to know something of such class when he found you to be a peasant in most respects?

But instead of announcing his presence with a snide remark, Alastor leaned against the doorframe, silently appreciating the moment. When the final notes faded away, he couldn't help but admit with a slow clap, "Not bad, Y/N. Not bad at all."

You, startled by his unexpected appearance, yelped and eyed him suspiciously. "What are you doing in my room, radio head?!"

Alastor smirked, his usual air of arrogance softened by a newfound appreciation. "Just thought I'd acknowledge the good taste when I hear it. That Armstrong fellow knows how to play a mean trumpet."

Raising an eyebrow, you were surprised by the change in tone. "Yeah…what about it?"

“Nothing my dear, simply acknowledging. You may not be such a ducky afterall.” Slinking back into the shadows, Alastor disappeared as quickly as he had come.

You were taken aback but managed a nod of acknowledgment. The tension between the two of you began to ease as Alastor, in his own peculiar way, had found common ground through music.

From that day forward, the interactions shifted. While the witty banter persisted, there was a newfound respect lingering in the air, as if the shared appreciation for timeless jazz classics had bridged an unexpected connection between two souls trapped in the chaotic tapestry of the Hazbin Hotel.

Over time, the insults became less frequent, replaced by a begrudging mutual respect. The other residents were astounded by the change, especially Charlie, who believed her intervention had led to a surprising connection between two seemingly incompatible souls.(My apologies dear Morningstar, trust falls and all…simply not the case.)

As Alastor and you had found a shared appreciation for music, discovering that beneath demonic exteriors, there was more to each other than met the eye. Alastor often found himself up in his radio tower, listening to the jazzy tunes he knew would draw you in. And like a very good little pet, as he liked to call you, you would climb the stairs and sit next to him in silence. Listening and tapping your foot along to the beat, only to leave a few hours later. As the time went on, a few weeks or so, conversation slowly filtered into the listening sessions. Turns out…maybe both of your distastes for each other might not have completely founded. Not that you would ever admit that to his face, nor him to yours.

The Hazbin Hotel, once filled with discord, became a place where even the most unlikely friendships could blossom. And maybe, just maybe dear reader, that friendship could be something more. Alastor did look good in monochromatic stripes anyway.

#romance #alastor the radio demon #hazbin hotel alastor x reader #hazbin hotel fandom #radio killed the video star #request #answered #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor x reader #alastor being a petty bitch #louis armstrong #circa 1920 #jazz music #etta james #record player #vizziepop #vinyl #enemies to lovers

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robynsreign · 1 year

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Rocky rickaby >>>>

He's so fun to draw omg look at him in that funky pose!! I love him so much

Funky poses got me 💳💥💳💥💥💳💥💥💳

@lackadaisycats

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