Misplaced, but never lost

Independent RP blog for Last Hour Before Moondown, Shuriman scribe and courier. Sideblog, linked with sandsandsorrows. WIP

[legit-writing-tips]

Legit’s Historical Fashion Masterpost

All right guys, I’ve decided to put together another masterpost for you - this time on historical fashion. This could get lengthy so… bear with me. (Forgive me also if some of the dates are a touch inaccurate - I’m not a historian and I’m going with what Google gives me.)

Prehistory -

Neolithic Clothing - The beginnings of textiles, some woven materials, leather, etc. Circa 102000 BCE - 2000 BCE

Bronze Age Britain - The development of more sophisticated textiles, including wool and some ornamentation, including brooches. Circa 3200 BCE - 600 BCE

Iron Age Clothing (Europe) - Even more sophisticated, ornamented clothing, textiles, hairstyles. Dyed clothing arises. Circa 1200 BCE - 1 BCE (in Europe)

Fashion of the Ancient World

Clothing of Mesopotamia - i.e, Babylon. Also Mesopotamian jewelry. Circa 3000 BCE - 300 BCE

Clothing of Ancient Egypt - All eras.

Clothing of Ancient India - An overview.

Ancient Greek Clothing + Wikipedia for Definitions

Ancient Roman Clothing + More Rome

Ancient Celtic Clothing

Vikings!

Biblical Clothing - i.e., Primarily Ancient Hebrew

Byzantine Clothing

*Note: I’m not including many cultures here (such as Asian/South American) simply because of my own lack of expertise + time and space limitations in this masterpost.

Medieval Clothing

Wikipedia Overview

Anglo-Saxon Clothing - (Pre-Norman Invasion)

England 1066-1087 - Ish

1100 - 1200 in European Fashion - Wikipedia

1200 - 1300 in European Fashion - Wikipedia

*A Note on Women’s Fashion - Tight lacing did NOT appear until about 1340, which means that shapely, comely bodices would not have appeared in fashion before this time.

14th Century Women’s Fashion - The stereotypical “medieval” look with wimple, long sleeves, etc.

Sexy Sexy Knights

Suits of Armor & Their Component Parts

Suit of Armor - Labeled Photo for Reference

15th Century Clothing

The Renaissance

History of the Corset - Italian in origin. Introduced to France in the 1500s.

15th Century Florence

*Note: For the Tudor and Elizabethan eras of fashion it’s important to note that there were laws in place which dictated what clothing you could wear due to your social class.

Tudor Era Clothing - King Henry VIII, et al

Tudor Dress & Its Component Parts

Elizabethan Clothing

Tudor/Elizabethan Corsets - Corsets during this time created a shape with a flat chest and narrow waist.

Jacobean Era Dress - 1603 - 1625

And Beyond

Baroque/Rococo Fashion - France 1650 - 1800

What to Wear in the English Civil War

The “Naughty” Side of 18th Century French Fashion - NSFW. Ooh la la.

Pilgrims in Murica

American Revolutionary War Costumes

Colonial Clothing - 18th Century Murica

Colonial Men - Colonial Women

Overview of Native American Clothing - *Note: Please use this as a starting point only and do your own research. Remember that different groups have fashions specific to their cultures. This is more to know what NOT to do than to know what TO do.

Fashion Under the French Revolution

Regency Fashion - 1800-1845 England

Regency Corsets/Underthings

History of Victorian Fashion

Victorian Men’s Clothing

History of the Victorian Corset

Victorian Women’s Clothing By Layer - All 5 yo.

American Fashion - 1830s

Women’s Fashion During the Civil War

Twentieth Century

La Belle Époque 1895-1914

Edwardian Fashion - 1900-1919

Men’s Edwardian Fashion

Flapper Fashion

More 1920s - 1920s Hairstyles - 1920s Makeup

1930s Fashion - 1930s Hats and Hair - 1930s Makeup

1940s Fashion - 1940s Hairstyles - 1940s Makeup

1950s Fashion - 1950s Hairstyles - 1950s Makeup

Early 1960s - Mid/Late 1960s - 1960s Makeup History

1970s in General - 1970s Makeup - 1970s Hair

Punk Fashion

And I’m stopping here. You should have it after this point, kiddos.

You better appreciate this.

[art-tension]

Women’s Beauty Captured 100 Years Ago In Vintage Postcards From 1900-1910   

They are just simply pure and beautiful!

h/t: vintag.es / culturainquieta

[techno-gal-deactivated20191104]

i love how all of them look like they’re thinking “fuck yeah i’m fabulous.” 

and they are

[funwandererme-chan]

Reblog if your muse is mortal, beatable, imperfect. Reblog if your muse’s soul bears scars, from loses, failures or just pain. REBLOG IF YOUR MUSE IS A LIVING BEING.

[pink-usagi]

[shurimansongstress]

the-king-of-the-river:

Tahm blinked, before nodding. He would be content to wait for the story- after all, he knew better than anyone the art of suspense in telling a good story. Still, it would be… Comforting, to know that she had not sustained any lasting harm. He didn’t want to have to find another human friend who he got on so well with. Hour was truly a needle-in-a-haystack-like find. He doubted he’d come across another like her for a good while.

He gestured forward, clearing his throat.

“Lead on, Hour. I look forward to hearin’ all about it. You do know how I love a good story,” he mused, “And the one you got there looks bigger than anythin’ I got happenin’ to me recently, even with the troubles with the Harrowin’ and the Void, and all of them brought together.”

Well. Maybe not all of them; it didn’t do, however, to try and outdo Hour, especially when she clearly had been through something extraordinary.

She flashed a smile at him over her shoulder as she set to jog down the abandoned street.

“Bigger it may be, but I am certain it can’t hold a candle to the excitement of the Harrowing.“ She peeked over a corner, checking to see if the anyone was around before moving on. It was a relatively short walk, through a few back alleys, down a narrow flight of stairs to the canal and finally just a few more steps to the wide arch of the dark tunnel leading to the underbelly of the city.

A city with as much water flowing around as Azir’s capital had, by its very nature had very advanced waterworks and Hour was proud of the spot she found.

“Her we are,“ she made a broad gesture, indicating the spacious area tucked neatly between two carved pillars, just out of sight. “This used to be a guard station back in the day when people regularly tried to smuggle goods in and out through the canals. I thought you might appreciate staying close to the water,“ she said with a grin, leaning on a sturdy crate she brought to swerve as makeshift table. “I even brought you a snack.“

With her head she indicated the far wall where someone had strung up half a goat, enough smoked meat to be worth a little fortune. Good thing she got it as as a favor.

[sandsandsorrows]

Opposites, till the very end.

[shurimansongstress]

@ba-thoth

“ ...He walks in her steps, spies on her dreams Builds a gilded cage He's crazy in love with a stranger This is a fancy in a mirror

He adores her, she's a bird in a cage And years have gone in despair, his love is vain Because he's a blind man, he don't know her name Falling in love with a shadow, a painted veil A painted veil...“

[shurimansongstress]

infinite-xerath:

In truth, this was the first time in the conversation that this being had admitted to not being a god, but he thought it pointless to tell her otherwise. One day, he’d rise to her level and perhaps make her pay for all the taunting and insults… But right now, she was but another means to an end to him. “Do not fret… I will make her understand.”

He signed his name by tracing a finger over the letters. Funny… It had been a long time since he’d actually written out his own name. He’d only tried it once before, and had to immediately destroy the parchment. “I will destroy the Void and take my rightful place as the one true ruler of Runeterra. I only hope your word is more reliable than the Falcon’s.”

She did not argue that ‘as close as he will get to talking to a god’ did not mean that she was a god. There was no point, when he was so insistently one-track.

While he signed, the Mercurial Knight slipped out of the room, fuming silently. She went to alert her alternate, no doubt.

“It is not the matter of ‘making her understand’. She is more aware of the stakes than you are. You, foolish little lightning bolt, are the one who needs to learn and understand.“ She gave a tiny little wave and the contract disappeared in a whisp of smoke. Xerath set himself up for disappointment if he thought he could coerce the songstress to his side.

“It is done. Now be gone, you have much to do.” She started to fade away, a darkness settling on the room; the audience was clearly over, but she called back one last time, disembodied voice. “And Xerath? Next time you come, do try to be more open minded. It is rather embarrassing that I had to resort to a human manifestation. It is so annoyingly limiting.“

[shurimansongstress]

infinite-xerath:

Xerath grew tired of this talk of ‘possible futures’ and ‘other worlds.’ Such things were meaningless to him. He was the slave who tore the Sun from the sky and stood against all who would take away his freedom. This ‘god,’ he realized, was no different than the emperors of old. They looked down upon him and mocked his accomplishments, but what did they know?

This realization suddenly lightened Xerath’s mood. Silently, he chuckled to himself. “I suppose I cannot blame you for your ignorance. Those who have never known suffering always look down upon others. You have spent your entire existence sitting here, watching all these different worlds, but never partaking in them. You do not know the suffering of those whom you mock. You do not know what it means to yearn for a better life. That is why I will never bow or praise any so-called ‘god,’ but you claim to have infinite knowledge and understanding of the universe… But there is only so much you can learn by standing by and watching in a place like this.”

He gestured to the mirrors, before returning to the matter at hand. “So fine. I will take your proposition, but I am already truer a god than you can ever hope to be.”

“You think you have me figured out. That is... rather cute, I must admit. I told you before, I am not a god, I am a thought, a representation of one. A minuscule portion of something far too big for you to understand. Infinite knowledge, yes, but only so much of it can be condensed into something that won’t splinter your world upon interacting with it. “ She conjured a droplet of water, hovering over her palm. “A drop of moisture can represent the ocean, but can’t define it. You mistake the properties of this avatar, modelled after the courier currently waiting outside and her mannerisms, for the properties of the whole.“

She tapped the paper.

“She thinks that you are a selfish, greedy, ungrateful idiot. Sign here, if you think you can convince her otherwise. And be warned, if your scheming brings harm to her or kills her, I guarantee that you will regret it.“

[shurimansongstress]

infinite-xerath:

Xerath continued to stare at the image for a long time, before finally turning his head to look at the being before him. “Is that all? Is that REALLY all you would intend to ask of me? If you had to request such a thing, then you are not as wise as you believe. You speak of ‘many possible futures,’ but my destiny is my own. I alone decide what path I walk.”

“And I can tell you this much: I WILL destroy the Void. I shall close any gateway that they attempt to make. I will burn any city built in their honor. I will kill everyone that worships the abominations that are attempting to invade MY world. I will stand and face them, because I am the only one who can; because ‘gods’ like you do nothing but sit by and watch, having others do your bidding for you.”

He looked back to the image of himself that burned with unmatched power. “I only need to be free of my prison. I need the strength to break my shackles once and for all. If you can give me that power, then I will obliterate the creatures that infest my empire.”

“You would be surprised. For every universe where you are the key to victory, there is one-point-three where you are the perpetrator of the end. You are a very dangerous wildcard.“ She gave Xerath a level glare. “Destiny is not predetermined and in a sense, all of these futures will happen. Not to you personally of course, that would be rather silly. My goal is not to eliminate the unpleasant futures, but to create new ones. The path you personally take is irrelevant to me.

Regardless if you fail or succeed, my experiment is already a success, for the alternatives that spawned from it with positive outcome by far outnumber the few that end in disaster. ”

She looked down at the empty page, pensive for a long moment.

“Such ego, such wasted potential. Alas, there is merit to your request. Very well, I propose an agreement.“ She slid the parchment over to Xerath along with a pen, the paper filling with letters and symbols. “I brought Last Hour Before Moondown to this world because her own is unshakable stable and when applied correctly, she carries the same stability. I will grant you your request. What is more, I will imbue you with the power of a true god if you can convince her that you deserve it.“

Subtly, one by one, the windows changed reflect that future; Xerath, radiant and powerful, a god in every sense of the word. It was one of the more rare outcomes, but entirely in the realm of possibilities.

“Or you can walk away and forget everything that happened here. It is your choice.“

[shurimansongstress]

infinite-xerath:

And now Xerath felt his rage growing even more. He’d ignored the other’s taunts and insults up until now, but could no longer stand the other’s arrogance. he swiftly slammed his hand onto the table in front of him. “You dare mock me? ME? The one who will soon rule this world?” It was only when the images around him caught his eye that he forced himself to stop attacking.

Xerath saw multiple different versions of himself. He saw himself composed of green, runic energy, hovering about a temple that looked like it had been overrun with plants. He saw himself composed of golden light and dressed in elegant armor, blasting apart what looked to be a hoard of scarabs… He saw himself over and over again, in several possible futures.

“What is this? What-” Then he paused, staring at one image in-particular. It was a vision of himself as he was now, a being of pure energy… But much, much stronger. His gaze lingered on that image for a long moment, taking in the sight of how powerful he could become; how his form practically burned with power, and how he adorned a silver mask in the image of the one he wore as the Grand Magus. Without even thinking, forgetting about the others in the room, Xerath reached out as if trying to grasp that image.

She sat through it all, unshaken, as if it was nothing. Leaned back, legs crossed casually and looked at the ceiling, fixing a spot with her gaze that was free of ‘mirrors’.

“They are possibilities, alternatives, could-have-beens. Presents, pasts and futures alike - the windows do not always align. The one you are so absorbed in, for instance, will not happen for a few years to come. That other one,-“ She gestured at a different window that showed a violent, but rather one-sided clash between an unshackled Xerath and the Mercurial Knight. “- is in the past by almost a year.”

The Knight hissed at the image, plume turning a coal black. She ignored them as she went on.

“You said, correctly, that I am outside of time. I am an observer of sorts. I watch all these histories unfold and watch over them so they do not get tangled or cut short.“ She drummed her fingers on the table.

“You asked why I allowed this meeting. Call it an experiment. I had little reason to interfere before, but the Void is taking over more or more futures and the uniform purple of it all is unbearably boring. What I want of you is very simple: don’t let the Void take over and don’t destroy the world. Do you think you can manage that?“

[shurimansongstress]

infinite-xerath:

“You question my power?” Oh, how tempted he was to lash out… But Xerath was no fool. He believed that he could defeat either of these foes on his own, but together… Well, he knew the mistakes of trying to fight two powerful foes at once.

“I am acknowledged as the rightful ruler of this world by eight major tribes in the southern desert, and once Azir falls, more will kneel before me. People know and praise my name, but who are you? I have never even heard of a being like yourself until a single woman uttered your name to me. ‘God’ is a term thrown around by mortals and none can agree upon its meaning, but I know for a fact I have more followers in this land than you.”

He allowed that to sit for a moment, before addressing the question. “The courier told me that you would not appear unless you wanted me to find you. Your servant dismissed her but allowed me entrance. If you did not want to see me, then you could have had them attack me and attempt to repel me, since you are so confident that your power is superior. You wanted to speak to me.”

“I don’t question your power because I know exactly how much you possess. In the grand scheme of things, it’s barely worth mentioning.“

Xerath’s boasting brought forward a bout of laughter.

“Eight whole tribes? Praise your name? Oh my. You are more entertaining than I anticipated.“ Even as the laughter subsided, an amused smile remained on her face. “You think too small. I wonder what appeal could Azir possibly seen in such a narrow mind. Alas, he has always been one to think big so the company of someone so petty must have been refreshing.“

She gestured at the walls, at the tableau of different possibilities. They all shifted to show Xerath, all different incarnations, some more familiar than others.

“Look around. Tell me what you see and I might humour you with an answer, Xerath, ruler of eight tribes.“

[shurimansongstress]

infinite-xerath:

Xerath stared at the being before him, before looking down at himself. The sarcophagus was gone… But he felt not a trace of his power return. An illusion. That was all it was, he thought. For several seconds, the Magus seemed to zone out, lost in thought while the other made threats and claims of their power. This place… It confused him, and that infuriated him.

Finally, the Ascendant stared back up at the image of the courier, having tuned out their ways while trying to make sense of the fact that he’d just been freed, yet still felt bound. “I am a god.” His voice was stoic, a result of several emotions clashing in him at once.

“I see beyond the veil you make for yourself. I can see quite clearly that your form extends far beyond the image of the courier you project. I can see that you reside out of time, but within it… I acknowledge you as a being of equal stature to myself, but I will not kneel before you. I have questions, and I suspect that you have answers… But it is more than obvious that you desire something of me in return.”

“No, you are not. Your essence extends slightly further beyond the borders of this world than the average ascendant, unhindered by physical body as you are, but you are still much too small to be comparable to a god.“ She started writing again, the symbols fading out of existence as soon as she finished writing them.

“Not a bad observation, but inherently flawed all the same.“ She briefly looked up from the paper to flash him a smile.

“What makes you think I want anything from you?“

[shurimansongstress]

infinite-xerath:

The Magus followed the construct inside. As they went, he could see time and space flickering before him; something that came to a head when they entered the ‘mirror’ room. Xerath could see the forces that held the universe together, but even he wasn’t entirely sure what he was looking at here; a fact that infuriated him. The fact that the figure before him took the shape of the courier (but was clearly not her) was also annoying.

Xerath looked to the chair, then back to the one he presumed to be the so-called god. “…If that was meant to be an attempt at humor, you have failed.” After-all, there was a reason he had a pedestal in his tower rather than a throne. This damn sarcophagus made the motion of sitting virtually impossible for Xerath.

“I presume you are the being of which that woman spoke? Ég?”

A glare and a small wave of a hand was all it took to evaporate the pieces of the sarcophagus into fine mist.

“There. Now sit, unless you wish to be turned back into a mortal for the duration of this little talk.” There is a breathless, off-key noise from the corner; the Knight is quietly chuckling. They are leaning on a lance taller than a human, made of the same gold-colored metal as their body.

“Before you get any ideas, you only have as much power in here as I allow you to have.“ She pinned him with a silver glare. “I wouldn’t try to be difficult, if I were you. Let’s not give our dearest Hour-“ Her eyes flickered to the Knight who gave a small wave, the smoke of their plume turning a smug orange color. “-a reason to stab you. That lance would have quite the sting against you.”

The look alike leaned back, studying Xerath with an amused quirk of her mouth.

“Almost, but not quite. I am a... thought, the biggest portion of the whole that can be reflected onto this world that you can comprehend. I’m as close as you will ever get to talking to a god.“

[shurimansongstress]

infinite-xerath:

The Magus watched as he pieces fell into place, and was silent. He was actually surprised to find anything of value or of note here, but said nothing. Was this the god? Or was it merely the protector of this place? A construct held together by admittedly impressive magic… He might have to look into that some time.

Xerath turned to look at Hour briefly. “For your sake, this had best not be some half-baked trap.” He then hovered toward the living armor. “I am Xerath. I have come to speak with the one called Ég.” Things promised to be very interesting from this point onward…

The Knight tilted their head to the side and made a sound that couldn’t possibly be replicated by a human.

“...yes. they wait you.“ The Knight turned and walked inside, disappearing in the dark. Their movements were fluid and precise, quite the opposite of their voice.

The inside of the temple was just as simple as its outside. A bare room with a broken stone table where the scribes could write; the important thing was on the walls. One could mistake them for mirrors on first glance, except each and every one of them reflected a different reality.

The room was occupied, someone or something  wearing the likeness of the Songstress sat at the table, calmly writing on a piece of parchment. She looked up when they arrived and ordered the Knight to stand in a corner with one flick of her silver eyes.

“Ah, Sunfire Xerath. I have been expecting you. Sit.“ There was an empty chair, looking as if it had always been part of the room that didn’t exist a moment before.

[shurimansongstress]

My activity is broken again, so if I haven’t replied to you for a couple of days, please poke me.

[shurimansongstress]

infinite-xerath:

“So you say, but you make it sound as though Icathia is no longer relevant. I have heard plenty about the Void from its cultists, speaking of how their ‘great prophet’ ventured into the Lost City and became a vessel for its dark gods there. Even if what you say is true, the fact remains that Icathia is a place that must be destroyed. Otherwise, they could simply find another seer to lure there…”

The Magus saw the temple before she even spoke of it. “At last… We will see how much truth there is to your so-called god.” With that, Xerath left Hour behind and hovered towards the aforementioned temple.

It was a bland one, as temples went. Actually, in Hour’s timeline, the building functioned as an underground warehouse; unadorned walls, one single yawning opening showing a dark set of stairs leading down.

“My point is that your efforts are better concentrated elsewhere if you are serious about defeating the Void. The cultists and their prophet are just small fry.“ She tied the reins of her horse to a still intact pillar and moved to follow Xerath who was already well on his way to the temple.

She was stopped in her tracks when the guardian appeared. The Mercurial Knight didn’t so much jumped down from the roof of the temple as fell down piece by piece and assembled itself in its upright form. A mockery of a human, a stick figure made up of hollow golden armor, ever moving black liquid and a plume of angry red smoke.

The Knight lifted a hand to point at Hour.

“leave“ Their voice was slow and monotone with no trace of emotions. Next they gestured at Xerath. “come“