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Somewhere in Walter manor a portal opened, bringing with it scents of exotic flowers, faint strains of jazz music, and the humid heat of someplace it was forever summer. all this was twined with strange herbs, musky incense,and a lot of clanking noises as it dumped a little blue Automaton on the foyer rug.

The house was awfully quiet. Rabbit and Hatchworth were out playing in the garden, Mr. Walter and his mother were out of town, currently. Alyssa was working on something down in the labs, and the engineers were all cleaning one of the work rooms, after Marshmallow had found her way into it.

Only a certain, silvery automaton would be present at the moment, sitting in the living room with a book in his hands. A western, to be exact. Though the peace was soon to be disturbed, when an odd feeling came over him.

Emerald eyes would look up, and without really knowing why, he would stand up, and move closer to the door to the foyer. The scent of flowers hit his nose. Then that familiar, warm humidity belonging to a world he had visited fairly often. And the faint sound of jazz music reached his audio receptors.

No…. This was impossible, right..? This couldn’t be…. The portal had malfunctioned and closed, they hadn’t been able to open it for months.

The Spine would swallow a little, as he felt something by his leg. He looked down, only to find his little, ghostly companion, his little King Charles Cavalier, Bailey, on edge and looking towards the door as well. She felt it. His eyes flashed emerald as he finally reached the door, looking out into the foyer.

“Rattles…?”

voodooverse:

“I know….but I’m here now. Once I can get Legba to help stabilize things we can fix th’ portal an’ they can all come back through.”

The tall robot would nod a little, leaning down to finally press a gentle kiss against the lips of the other. How he had missed that, the feeling of his lips against his, the feeling of that smaller body in his arms. His star-shine.

He pulled away a little looking into the mismatched optics of the other form “I’d be careful, if I were them. Alyssa has a temper, and it’s only gotten worse. And Key-Lock…. Her core has become more unstable. But they’re still here, and trying their best. It was just a very hard blow for them……. And for me…” He’d murmur the last bit, looking down a little.

At the kiss, Rattle's cores hummed strong and he sighed steam that didn't quite smell like tea as much as it smelt like caffeinated soda.

"But it's not their fault. They don't have the magic to even get a message out, let alone try getting here...though Caliber's portal hopping got him some odd new friends.... he never found a way here. I was working so hard, and Noah wanted me to stop, said I was burning out."

He smiled, cuddled up like they used to be.

"I'm glad I didn't listen."

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need refs/inspo for period clothing?

here you go:

Medieval (9th-15th century):

10th century and earlier

Romance (1000-1250)

11th century

12th century

13th century

more 13th century

14th century

more 14th

15th century

and more 15th century

Gothic (1150-1550)

Renaissance (1520-1650)

16th & 17th century

16th century

more 16th

Tudors (1500-1550)

more Tudors

Elizabethan Period (1558-1603)

Jacobean Era (1603-1625)

17th century

more 17th century

and again

and even more

this won’t stop

Baroque (1600-1750)

Georgian Period (1714-1830):

18th century

more 18th century

18th century women’s fashion

18th century men’s fashion

Rococo (1720-1770)

Classicism (1770-1790)

children 18th-19th century

Regency Preiod (1811-1820)/ Empire (1800-1820s):

1790-1820s

more stuff on regency and georgian era

even more

that’s not enough regency

and more

how is there so much

early 19th century men’s wear

early 19th century women’s wear

Victorian Period (1837-1901):

Romantic Era (1820-1840s)

Civil War Era/1850-1860s

1870-1890s

more victorian

Edwardian Period (1901-1910):

1900-1910s

Belle Epoque (1880-1910s)

more edwardian/belle époque

Modern:

1910s-1920s [Fashion between the World Wars]

1920s

more roaring 20s

so much 20s

1920s hairstyles

1930s

1930-1940s

1930-1950s

1950s

more 50s

1960s

1960-1970s

1980s

lots of periods in one spot/fashion through centuries:

here, here, and here is almost everything (and properly ordered)

also here with lots of historic fashion magazines

100 years of beauty (includes lots of other cultures too!)

historic fashion

costumes of antiquity

more historical clothing

history of fashion

more history of fashion

“vintage” clothing

historic costumes

children’s historical fashion/toys

details

historic wedding dresses

historic assecoires (hats, shoes…)

hats

masks

parasols

lots of embroidery/jewlery

it indeed is western/european centric, I’m sorry for that, but for other cultures I simply don’t have so many references

ALSO note that most of the pictures show historical clothing from the upper classes or more festive clothing of the lower/working class because normal working clothes wouldn’t survive for such a long time, and the clothes were often re-used over and over again!

#refrence

ME ALL THE TIME WHEN SOMEONE SAYS THAT TO ME

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To all my artist friends: If you think this is about you, it is.

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@peachbloods

weeee

To my artist friends and followers, if you think this ISN’T about you, you’re wrong it is

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since the whole Gay Babadook thing got popular, i’ve honestly gotten less paranoid being home alone in my (pretty creepy) house. whenever i hear a bump, i just think “oh that’s just the babadook in my my basement, doing his gay shit” and it’s suddenly not scary

Thank You, Gay Babadook

serperoir

💕

chestking

WHAT A PERFECT BOY 11/10

Somewhere in Walter manor a portal opened, bringing with it scents of exotic flowers, faint strains of jazz music, and the humid heat of someplace it was forever summer. all this was twined with strange herbs, musky incense,and a lot of clanking noises as it dumped a little blue Automaton on the foyer rug.

The house was awfully quiet. Rabbit and Hatchworth were out playing in the garden, Mr. Walter and his mother were out of town, currently. Alyssa was working on something down in the labs, and the engineers were all cleaning one of the work rooms, after Marshmallow had found her way into it.

Only a certain, silvery automaton would be present at the moment, sitting in the living room with a book in his hands. A western, to be exact. Though the peace was soon to be disturbed, when an odd feeling came over him.

Emerald eyes would look up, and without really knowing why, he would stand up, and move closer to the door to the foyer. The scent of flowers hit his nose. Then that familiar, warm humidity belonging to a world he had visited fairly often. And the faint sound of jazz music reached his audio receptors.

No…. This was impossible, right..? This couldn’t be…. The portal had malfunctioned and closed, they hadn’t been able to open it for months.

The Spine would swallow a little, as he felt something by his leg. He looked down, only to find his little, ghostly companion, his little King Charles Cavalier, Bailey, on edge and looking towards the door as well. She felt it. His eyes flashed emerald as he finally reached the door, looking out into the foyer.

“Rattles…?”

voodooverse:

“It was awful. Every chance I could I was trying to get back. I only stopped because I needed water or a power down. But I didn’t stop.”

He leaned into the hand on his cheek. “I just couldn’t give up.”

The Spine would slowly lower himself to the floor, sitting down, so that he could pull his smaller lover onto his lap, arms wrapped protectively around him “At least you found your way back here. I knew you would. You’re stubborn like that.” He’d smile a little at that, recalling how Rattles had easily swept him off of his feet back when they had first met. When Rattles wanted something, he didn’t stop until he got it.

A hand would carefully stroke the back of the other, his sobbing having come to a halt, but the oily tears still flowed “I’m just so happy that you’re here. I never gave up hope, because I know how stubborn you are. But the girls….. Rattles, they gave up months ago.”

"I know....but I'm here now. Once I can get Legba to help stabilize things we can fix th' portal an' they can all come back through."

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theclawedking

(Sooo, is anyone getting randomly blocked by people they were previously on very good terms with for no discernible reason? Because I think tumblrs been fucking up)

One person I’ve confirmed it wasn’t them and I highly suspect the other wasn’t on purpose either

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#WWGotYourBack

Important Research

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THIS IS THE BEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN

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I’VE BEEN TRYING TO FIND THIS FOR SEVEN YEARS

DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW HARD IT IS TO ?????

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That last fatal scream tho

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THE TERROR IN HIS SCREAM OH GOSH

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chillyfeetsteak

i’m crying

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WAAA-

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I will always reblog this on the off chance some other poor soul has been searching for it

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IT’S BACK

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HOYL SHIT ITS B A CK

Somewhere in Walter manor a portal opened, bringing with it scents of exotic flowers, faint strains of jazz music, and the humid heat of someplace it was forever summer. all this was twined with strange herbs, musky incense,and a lot of clanking noises as it dumped a little blue Automaton on the foyer rug.

The house was awfully quiet. Rabbit and Hatchworth were out playing in the garden, Mr. Walter and his mother were out of town, currently. Alyssa was working on something down in the labs, and the engineers were all cleaning one of the work rooms, after Marshmallow had found her way into it.

Only a certain, silvery automaton would be present at the moment, sitting in the living room with a book in his hands. A western, to be exact. Though the peace was soon to be disturbed, when an odd feeling came over him.

Emerald eyes would look up, and without really knowing why, he would stand up, and move closer to the door to the foyer. The scent of flowers hit his nose. Then that familiar, warm humidity belonging to a world he had visited fairly often. And the faint sound of jazz music reached his audio receptors.

No…. This was impossible, right..? This couldn’t be…. The portal had malfunctioned and closed, they hadn’t been able to open it for months.

The Spine would swallow a little, as he felt something by his leg. He looked down, only to find his little, ghostly companion, his little King Charles Cavalier, Bailey, on edge and looking towards the door as well. She felt it. His eyes flashed emerald as he finally reached the door, looking out into the foyer.

“Rattles…?”

voodooverse:

“They’re fine. Baron has a little more power, and caliber’s less dangerous as far as his alter ego, but no. We’re all okay.”

He sighed. “I ain’t hardly taken no time for myself trying to get back here…I probably look awful….”

The tall, titanium robot would let a small sigh escape him, a sigh of relief, a coil of steam leaving his lips as he did. They were okay. Thank God. Not only would his sisters have lost their lovers, had they not been okay, but he himself would have lost two dear friends.

Emerald eyes would look the blue bot over, a gentle hand finding its way to his cheek, stroking it gently “You look beautiful to me, Rattles. But…. It’s only been five months here. I can’t even imagine how thirty years must have felt. Things….. Are not looking too good with Key-Lock lately.” He’d murmur the last bit, looking at him “Alyssa and Key-Lock suffered the most. Not being able to see them.”

"It was awful. Every chance I could I was trying to get back. I only stopped because I needed water or a power down. But I didn't stop."

He leaned into the hand on his cheek. "I just couldn't give up."

Somewhere in Walter manor a portal opened, bringing with it scents of exotic flowers, faint strains of jazz music, and the humid heat of someplace it was forever summer. all this was twined with strange herbs, musky incense,and a lot of clanking noises as it dumped a little blue Automaton on the foyer rug.

The house was awfully quiet. Rabbit and Hatchworth were out playing in the garden, Mr. Walter and his mother were out of town, currently. Alyssa was working on something down in the labs, and the engineers were all cleaning one of the work rooms, after Marshmallow had found her way into it.

Only a certain, silvery automaton would be present at the moment, sitting in the living room with a book in his hands. A western, to be exact. Though the peace was soon to be disturbed, when an odd feeling came over him.

Emerald eyes would look up, and without really knowing why, he would stand up, and move closer to the door to the foyer. The scent of flowers hit his nose. Then that familiar, warm humidity belonging to a world he had visited fairly often. And the faint sound of jazz music reached his audio receptors.

No…. This was impossible, right..? This couldn’t be…. The portal had malfunctioned and closed, they hadn’t been able to open it for months.

The Spine would swallow a little, as he felt something by his leg. He looked down, only to find his little, ghostly companion, his little King Charles Cavalier, Bailey, on edge and looking towards the door as well. She felt it. His eyes flashed emerald as he finally reached the door, looking out into the foyer.

“Rattles…?”

voodooverse:

“Long story, but it’s dead. I nevah thought I’d make it back here after so long…it’s been thirty years back home…” he sobbed, clinging to The Spine.

“But I did it…..I made a deal with a law and we did it.”

The Spine would widen his eyes. Thirty years? But it had only been five months since the portal malfunctioned and closed. The last time he had seen his little, blue bot was for Yulemas. The portal broke shortly after that.

A sudden realization hit him, and his simulated breath almost got caught in his throat “And….. Baron..? Caliber..? Are they….?”

He wanted to ask if they were still alive, if they were still there. If not….. How was he going to try and explain that to Alyssa and Key-Lock?

"They're fine. Baron has a little more power, and caliber's less dangerous as far as his alter ego, but no. We're all okay."

He sighed. "I ain't hardly taken no time for myself trying to get back here...I probably look awful...."

Somewhere in Walter manor a portal opened, bringing with it scents of exotic flowers, faint strains of jazz music, and the humid heat of someplace it was forever summer. all this was twined with strange herbs, musky incense,and a lot of clanking noises as it dumped a little blue Automaton on the foyer rug.

The house was awfully quiet. Rabbit and Hatchworth were out playing in the garden, Mr. Walter and his mother were out of town, currently. Alyssa was working on something down in the labs, and the engineers were all cleaning one of the work rooms, after Marshmallow had found her way into it.

Only a certain, silvery automaton would be present at the moment, sitting in the living room with a book in his hands. A western, to be exact. Though the peace was soon to be disturbed, when an odd feeling came over him.

Emerald eyes would look up, and without really knowing why, he would stand up, and move closer to the door to the foyer. The scent of flowers hit his nose. Then that familiar, warm humidity belonging to a world he had visited fairly often. And the faint sound of jazz music reached his audio receptors.

No…. This was impossible, right..? This couldn’t be…. The portal had malfunctioned and closed, they hadn’t been able to open it for months.

The Spine would swallow a little, as he felt something by his leg. He looked down, only to find his little, ghostly companion, his little King Charles Cavalier, Bailey, on edge and looking towards the door as well. She felt it. His eyes flashed emerald as he finally reached the door, looking out into the foyer.

“Rattles…?”

voodooverse:

“We been workin on trying to get the link up since it went down on our end too. Ran into lots of places, lotta Spines, but not one of ‘me was you.”

He sighed. Gone was his hat trimmed in bones and feathers, and the plating in his forehead was scratched, as if by strong claws, since they looked deep, and it was four, side by side.

“Had to use some mega magic to finally get things working. This time, I think I can make it stick.”

The taller, titanium automaton was sobbing by now, his strong body shivering, as he held onto the other. Of course, he had noticed that the other looked different, something had happened to him over the months they had been separated. His hat was missing. And those marks…. Had he been in a fight?

He slowly pulled away a little, raising a hand to shakily touch those scratches in his plating, a pained expression in his emerald eyes.

“Rattles… Who, or what did this to you..?” He asked in a mere whisper, almost afraid to hear the answer. He was just happy to have the other back in his arms.

"Long story, but it's dead. I nevah thought I'd make it back here after so long...it's been thirty years back home..." he sobbed, clinging to The Spine.

"But I did it.....I made a deal with a law and we did it."

archiemcphee

Today we learned what happens when a professional photographer, who often works on newborn baby photoshoots, gets a brand new kitten. That’s right, Newborn Kitten Photoshoot! Michigan-based photographer Kitty Lee, of Kitty Lee Photography, shot these painfully cute photos of her tiny kitten, Luna, sleepy and swaddled just like a human baby.

These photos received such an overwhelmingly positive response on Facebook that Kitty Lee decided to create an entire Luna Kitten Calendar, including never-before-seen photos, with all the proceeds benefitting a local animal rescue, Save A Stray, in St. Joseph, MI.

[via Bored Panda]

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Somewhere in Walter manor a portal opened, bringing with it scents of exotic flowers, faint strains of jazz music, and the humid heat of someplace it was forever summer. all this was twined with strange herbs, musky incense,and a lot of clanking noises as it dumped a little blue Automaton on the foyer rug.

The house was awfully quiet. Rabbit and Hatchworth were out playing in the garden, Mr. Walter and his mother were out of town, currently. Alyssa was working on something down in the labs, and the engineers were all cleaning one of the work rooms, after Marshmallow had found her way into it.

Only a certain, silvery automaton would be present at the moment, sitting in the living room with a book in his hands. A western, to be exact. Though the peace was soon to be disturbed, when an odd feeling came over him.

Emerald eyes would look up, and without really knowing why, he would stand up, and move closer to the door to the foyer. The scent of flowers hit his nose. Then that familiar, warm humidity belonging to a world he had visited fairly often. And the faint sound of jazz music reached his audio receptors.

No…. This was impossible, right..? This couldn’t be…. The portal had malfunctioned and closed, they hadn’t been able to open it for months.

The Spine would swallow a little, as he felt something by his leg. He looked down, only to find his little, ghostly companion, his little King Charles Cavalier, Bailey, on edge and looking towards the door as well. She felt it. His eyes flashed emerald as he finally reached the door, looking out into the foyer.

“Rattles…?”

voodooverse:

“Oof.” He said, untangling himself from himself and a bunch of creeping myrtle vines.

“Finally.. I hope….?” He dusted off chalk powder and pollen and flicked a bit of violet candle wax off his arm.

“Okay, portal working, check… Walter manor….check…”

He got up, wobbling a bit.

“Spine….check and….oh lwa…bailey. I’m here. I made it work!”

He was leaking oily tears as he ran, and kept at spine into a hug, covering those silver faceplates in kisses.

The tall, silvery automaton would freeze in place as he just watched. His eyes were wide as he watched that little, blue automaton get to his feet, he himself being too scared to move. He hadn’t seen him in many months, and somehow, he was scared that this was just an illusion, that if he moved, the illusion would be broken and his lover would vanish again.

But no, it didn’t vanish, and soon said blue bot had his arms wrapped around him in a hug, those lips of his covering his face with kisses. He stood still, almost in shock, before he shakily wrapped his arms around the smaller bot, practically breaking down, black tears streaming down his silvery cheeks.

“Rattles..! I thought…. After the portal broke, I thought… I never thought I’d see you again..! And Key-Lock, and Alyssa, they…. I can’t even describe how broken they were..” He stammered his words, holding the other close to his chest.

“Oh, gosh…. I’ve missed you so much.”

"We been workin on trying to get the link up since it went down on our end too. Ran into lots of places, lotta Spines, but not one of 'me was you."

He sighed. Gone was his hat trimmed in bones and feathers, and the plating in his forehead was scratched, as if by strong claws, since they looked deep, and it was four, side by side.

"Had to use some mega magic to finally get things working. This time, I think I can make it stick."