For your poison-storing needs Vinaigrettes
A trend from the late 18th and through the 19th century, vinaigrettes were small containers for smelling salts or aromatic substances dissolved in vinegar, used to cover unpleasant smells. Some were really tiny, half an inch long. They became novelty / luxury items, they were often made of silver, and came in many different shapes. They had a little sponge inside to absorb the vinegar, and sometimes a second compartment where perfume could be placed. They started going out of fashion from the 1840s.
I like the third one, that looks like a dark lantern, very roguish.
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Silver vinaigrette in the shape of a skull, Europe, 1700s
George III Silver Novelty Bag Vinaigrette, circa 1815
Victorian Novelty Silver Sewing Etui Combined With a Vinaigrette to Base, Sampson Mordan
Lafite fine silver Victorian ‘Lantern’ form novelty combination scent bottle and vinaigrette c.1870
A late 19th Century Dutch silver novelty vinaigrette in the form of a swan
Vinaigrette ring
Victorian Silver Gilt Mounted Scent Bottle / Vinaigrette ‘Turquoise & Pearl’, London 1867
A Fine Georgian Antique English Gold Book Vinaigrette, London, circa 1830
George III Antique Silver Articulated Fish Vinaigrette
Victorian Silver Mounted Green Glass Double Ended Binocular Scent Bottle circa 1870
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Hello wire-smith! I'm so curious, when did you get into wirecrafting? What inspired you?
Really it was more of a... progression. When I was bored in middle school I used to scavenge dropped paper clips from the floor and bend them into neat shapes to keep myself amused. But teachers don't drop that many paper clips so eventually I started buying my own. But paper clips are too short to build much besides stick figures and rubber-band-powered crossbows so eventually I bought some longer wire to let me build other things. But beading wire is so thin that it's basically invisible at a distance so I started planning space-filling designs and buying thicker wire to support larger projects... And a few more steps later, here we are!
Basically I'm a tinkerer who likes technical challenges and I'm a magpie who likes shiny things, and wire is more approachable than most other forms of metalwork.
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I like searching what part of a ship name means individually (for example, the Jun- of Junpei means pure/genuine)(the name Junpei doesn't use the kanji for pure/genuine, when searching 'Jun' alone the kanji for pure/genuine is the first to appear)
Thus, I was searching 'Higu' (for Higuruma) and...
How about we stop using it ?
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minors dni.
on nerdy flustered boys who would fuck if given the chance:
he starts with little glances. staring at you on opposite ends of the classroom, thanking past him for accidentally picking a seat that gave him a perfect view of you, the seating allowing him to slide his eyes over your profile as you write something down, he quickly realizing that he's paying for a college education and not to stare at his pretty classmate like a creep.
the glances turn to stares, giving him a way to start noticing the small things about you. the changes in your skin tone from your under eye to your cheek, the way your nose curves and bends, the way the fluorescent light reflects off your bare shoulders. and then his eyes almost fucking bulge out of his head when he sees two pebbles poking through the material of your thin white tee.
he's too busy trying not to ogle to notice the small smirk on your lips, or to hear the professor enthusiastically encouraging you all to partner up. next thing he knows, you're walking over to him and his mouth is dry and he's going to say something but you do first.
"you dropped your pencil." you bend down, grab it from the floor, and look up at him through your lashes as you do so, sliding the mechanical tool over to him with a gentle smirk on your lips. he manages to blurt out a thanks that's no where near as appreciative as it should have been due to the way his brain is short circuiting.
you saunter away to a girl seated next to him, and he can feel the boner forming in his jeans. because for just a second there, a pathetic second, he had front row seats to the shape of your tits and the way your nipples poke perfectly through your tee.
ever since that one day, it's like anytime he sees you he sees your nipples too.
at the coffee shop on campus when he is getting something to power him through another day of assignments, you're sitting at a table by the window in a loose tee that pushes against your tits when you stretch a wave to him, exposing the little mountain just enough to have him salivating.
at the gym when he is there to bring something to his roommate, you're on the treadmill, running with a sports bra that strains as it holds your tits in, not doing much to conceal your pestering nipples.
and somehow, some fucking way, when he's in your bed, staring down at your bare nipples for the second time (by some miracle), concentrating hard and following them as they move with the thrusts that he delivers to you.
he's lost in it, head spinning from the sensations of your cunt squeezing around him near-perfectly, eyes blurring from staring at your tits and your face and the way your stomach contracts as he angles his cock just a little differently and you gasp appreciatively.
you babble out an almost incoherent sentence, the distinguishable words being along the lines of insinuating that he had to have some prior experience to this, the way he fucks you a clear guess as to why you’re assuming that.
and he tries to respond, the reply easy and on the tip of his tongue, but the starts of his orgasms brews low in his stomach and he can only focus on getting both of you to that point.
his thrusts sharpen, and his hand goes down to play with your clit a little, thumb finding the bud after a moment or two of fumbling around.
when you cum, he’s right behind you, shooting warm spurts into the latex of the condom as drool falls from his parted lips falls onto your chest. he watches it glide down the expanse, gather around your nipple, and slide the rest of the way down and onto your bed sheets.
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A Tanto Koshirae-shaped Secret Coin Case
Japan; Edo Period (1603-1867); length 38 cm
“In place of the blade there is a grooved element that can contain several coins (some included). Koshirae shaped as an ordinary tanto with lacquered grip and saya. Inside two rectangular antique silver coins. Curious and rare. With multi-coloured fabric case.” [x]
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Good reveal au, where after learning phantom's identity and realizing the atrocities that the GIW have committed (or alternatively, ethical science au, where they find out the GIW plagarized them), the fenton parents decided to create the 'ultimate ghost-ending weapon' and sell it to the agents.
They go absolutely overboard, describing to the agents in meticulous detail how it evaporates any ghost it hits near-instantly and describing it quite ruthlessly in the blueprints, and soon the GIW have raplaced all their main weapons with the new gun.
Except it doesn't actually kill ghosts. It's the Fenton Bazooka. You know, the one that creates a portable portal to suck the ghost back into the ghost zone? What they actually did was retool it slightly to make it look more grusome than it actually is. They even added a beacon in Phantom's Keep, which all Fenton Bazookas will target when they open a portal, so the ghosts are always delivered to the keep.
From there, Phantom stationed an emergency medical team at the keep to treat the many injured and ragged ghosts that the GIW 'destroyed,' and to explain what just happened.
What they didn't anticipate was that now that the GIW have a mass-produced weapon that they believed would effectively eradicate ghosts, they would go on the offensive. They have a number of cities they've been monitoring but didn't want to get involved in without better tools.
One of those cities is Gotham.
And the Bats are ectocontaminated enough to register as ghosts.
Batman witnessed several of his children get evaporated by green energy weapons within mere moments of each other. He's absolutely gutted. Devastated. They didn’t even stand a chance.
He'll get his revenge, and it's frighteningly easy to track the weapon to private subcontractors. The Doctors Fenton, in Illinois. Their research calls for the genocide of all ghost kind, and apparently, that war started by killing his own children.
His children will not die in vain.
He gets to Amity Park and finds the Engineer's Nightmare of a building that is Fentonworks, but that night, before he can hack through the security and break in, one of the windows opens.
It's one of his kids that he had watched evaporate before his very eyes. They give him a silent signal of one of their identifying security codes and gesture for him to come inside.
Is it a trap? A prank in poor taste? Utterly genuine?
He goes through the window.
All of his dead kids are there, wearing borrowed pajamas and only their dominoes to conceal their identities. Daniel Fenton (son of the Fentons, this is his bedroom, has voiced a few arguments against his parent's views, but still an unknown) is among the crowd of teens and young adults, twirling on an office chair and obnoxiously sipping a capri sun.
"First thing you need to know, Bats," Daniel says after finishing his drink, "is that my parents are absolutely NOT genocidal ectophobic scumbags, and that is the reason why your kids are still alive."
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