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ltwilliammowett · 4 months

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A Sailor's Return- A colonial sailor returns to his homeport after a long sea voyage, circa 1760, by Len Tantillo (1946-)

#naval art #sailor's return #18th century #sailors clothing #age of sail

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kiki-1109 · 2 months

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freminet in not his original clothes cuz i didn't wanna draw them lol

#fanart #genshin impact #freminet #i want to make more fanart but drawing complicated clothes takes so much more time #so have a little sailor fremi

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justaturtleindisguise · 11 months

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Lavinia after searching for "Cute Headscarf Ideas for Bald Girls" on Pinterest

This is my submission for the Transfem Leo Tornament by @ultimatebabygirlsupremebattle !!! Her name is Lavinia and she's from my own AU, she's my silliest girl <3

#transfem leo tornament #tmnt au #tmnt universe #tmnt fan iteration #tmnt #TRANSFEM LEO #SHE'S THE BELOVED !!!#she loves sailor moon and sparkly clothes #Donnie takes responsability to buy her pretty fabrics since they're the fashionable sibling #trans leo #tmnt 2012 #rottmnt #tmnt art #tmnt leonardo #tcest dni #proshitters dni #anti proshitter #fuck proshitters

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sebastian-s4 · 7 months

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Evil Lady - Set

Perfect long dark dress, I hope you enjoy it

- 05 colors - New Mesh - All Lods - All maps

Download (Dress)

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phoenixcatch7 · 7 months

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Kintsukuroi

'What if I put a clock pendulum in my torso' was the sort of question Bruce had come to expect when visiting Oracle.

"Pendulums are dependant on a stable base," he replied, because the last time he'd assumed they were being unserious Tim had tried to fit a chemistry test lab in his mouth and accidentally leaked the fumes through his mask.

"It'd be so aesthetic though," said Barbara, not looking up from the dozen screens she was surrounded by. "Listen. It would look so cool - Spoiler, robbery on fifth and main - Especially if I put a clock face over my heart."

"I thought you were trying to fit a super computer in it?"

"I was, but progress is slow. It's hard to fit it and enough padding to protect it plus leave enough room for ventilation. If I add the pendulum I might at least get inspiration." She gave a heavy sigh and pushed away from the desk, gliding in her chair to where her doll body was resting on a table, the glue separating the two halves of the smashed torso still glistening. Bruce followed, peering over her at the many scanners and wires hooked into it, flashing and beeping.

"Any luck?" he asked, and they both knew he wasn't talking about the computer anymore.

"Nothing."

He squeezed her shoulder, and she leant into it. They stayed there for a long moment.

"I just don't understand!" Barbara finally burst out, hands clenching on her chair arms. "I glued nearly every single piece back together! I made sure every splinter I could find went exactly where it should! I know the contract is still there. She's worked with more missing pieces before. But she's just not responding!"

"It's not you," Bruce soothed. "You've more than enough determination and strength to puppet, and we know the human body's state doesn't affect performance."

"That's the thing!" Barbara threw her hands up angrily, nearly smacking Bruce in the face. There was a chatter over comms, and both reached for their own. "One second," she said tightly, and wheeled back into the glow of the monitors. "Copy. BW, you're nearest? Thanks. Try and avoid the sniper this time. Wing, backup is in five."

She muted again and spun around, pinning Bruce with a heavy stare. "Is there anything, anything you can think of? We've - nothing I've tried has worked."

"Well...." He trailed off, one hand coming up to rub at the chin of his mask - a quiet night meant the opportunity to forgo the practical but muffling gas mask for his favoured plain black.

It was far from the first time a doll had been horrifically damaged. The incident with Bane came to mind - Batman had been in a very similar condition, body shorn clean in two and tossed to opposite corners. It was an awful memory, but the expression on Bane and the audience's faces as his bloodless body fell apart like a rotting tree trunk and then kept moving was a silver lining he'd always treasure.

But he'd been repaired and back on his feet in weeks, if bearing the incandescent fury of the doll for several more. It had been months for Barbara, and still nothing was happening.

"There's something we're missing, and I doubt it's on your side."

"I know THAT-"

"Listen," he demanded, and her jaw clicked shut mutinously. "There's something we're not seeing. Batgirl is in no shape to demand it herself, it seems. So its inaction is something we can't fully rely on."

"You've got the most experience with the dolls of all of us. Can you.. I don't know, sense anything?"

"Nothing more than the usual, with the Patriarch Doll, but we might get more if we return to the doll house -"

"No." Barbara interrupted again, but Bruce did not take offence. "She's not going anywhere. She doesn't want to head back to the cave."

Oh?

"She doesn't want to, or she doesn't care to?"

"I say she doesn't."

Interesting. This was likely a case of the doll exerting its will. The bats were well versed in avoiding the few lines their wooden bodies drew in the sand, treating them with the wary respect one would give a favorite blade or a highly trained attack dog. They could work together, share the highs and lows of life with them, but never get complacent. The dolls were forever a foreign, inhuman presence, and as with all wild creatures they would never be so arrogant as to assume full understanding. For Barbara to so strongly decide for the doll meant she was most likely not the only one deciding.

Which meant the solution would not be found in the cave.

"Perhaps there are upgrades she wishes to have?"

Oracle paused.

"Maybe," she conceded. "But there's practically a limitless amount of things I could do, and I wouldn't know where to start. And I could more easily do them when she's up and walking."

Not that then. If the doll wanted something to change but not receive upgrades or heal, than what?

... Not heal.

Batman hurried to the table. Oracle watched him with hawk eyes, but another call on the comms turned her away with a final warning glance.

Recovering every single splinter from a damaged wooden object and perfectly reattaching it was nigh impossible on a good day, never mind in the dead of night with a moving target. The dolls always returned to the cave to regenerate scratches and nicks they couldn't buff out, or accepted plaster to transmute with whatever supernatural power guided them.

The batgirl on the table, divested of all covering and armour, was still as chipped and scuffed as the day nightwing recovered last splinter.

The pieces fell into place.

"She doesn't want to be perfectly rebuilt," he realised. "She doesn't want the damage to disappear as it normally does... She wants it to remain visible. A different type of repair, then."

Oracle spun in her wheelchair to face him.

"Why?" she asked, something sharp in her eyes. Bruce chose his next words carefully.

"Perhaps she thinks such damage doesn't need to be hidden away," he said, slowly, and didn't comment when she turned away. Though she put on a strong face, and the doctors had recently released her full time, it would be a long time until the young hero was able to truly heal her mind.

"She doesn't need to do that for me. She's just causing me trouble."

"I don't think she is," he tried. "Dolls tend to reflect their puppeteer even after they accept us. You can't deny your trajectory has been changed."

They both sent a significant look to the enormous super computer taking up the wall.

"You've said you almost feel better able to protect Gotham now, with your reach and skills. Do you really feel that way?"

"I - I don't -" her mouth worked silently, and Bruce waited. "I mean I guess... But a part of me always assumed it'd be temporary, you know? Once I fixed batgirl.. It'd all return to normal." Her voice wobbled, and Bruce didn't hesitate to crouch before her, wrapping her in a long armed hug. She buried herself in his chest, regardless of the chilled metal.

"It's okay if you don't," he whispered into her hair, and held her as she shook. "I'm just throwing ideas around."

"I do though," she rasped. "I think I do feel that way. There's so much that can't be solved by violence, and it feels good to be out there but... I think I can help even more people, this way."

"That's good," he praised, "that's good. You can do whatever you set your mind to."

"You stole that from a parenting book verbatim."

"It's applicable to the current situation."

"Fine," she sighed, and pushed him away to roughly scrub at her eyes. "I'll give the doll another chance. Find some glitter glue or something, I don't know."

"Any materials you need will be provided," he promised. "I wouldn't recommend glitter glue or our usual tar."

He moved to pat her on the hair as the emotions of the moment faded, making sure to keep his unsheathed claws out of her hair.

"Once you fix her, though, I would recommend you puppet the doll during night hours still," he told her. "It wouldn't be good to put your body through twenty hour days."

"I've got a good system set up for now, but thank, B-man."

The computer dinged with another alert, and oracle spun to squint at it with a muffled curse, typing furiously. Batman escaped to the other side of the room, where the folders he'd originally come looking for lay. She waved, distracted, as he left, and although the doll could not smile, he could feel it on his face all the same.

@puppetmaster13u I summon thee dear mutual ^^

#I don't know which of us came up with the kintsukuroi idea but it worked brilliantly #Unexpected discussion of clinging to the idea of normality as something that can be returned to despite thinking you're okay with your #Life altering chronic condition diagnosis 🫠#Off screen nightwing is just not having a good time #I'm still testing out my characterisation of b but I'm pretty happy with him. Good dad b but also pre/no Ethiopia so he's healthier as it i #Oh btw the dolls don't have gender being inanimate the bats are anthropomorphising them #In the same way sailors call their boats she or my mum decided the roomba is a he #Some world building! I stuffed a lot in lol #I like the idea of the bats having different masks. Like the gas mask is for arkham breakouts or gas villains or ivy so it's the famous one #But they also use plain cloth masks or ceramic ones or decorative ones when the occasion calls. They've got scuba ones too #long post #batman #world building #worldbuilding #bruce wayne #possessed doll au #haunted doll #cryptid batman #cryptid batfam #batman au #dc oracle #barbara gordon #batgirl #I'm trying to keep the dolls as mindless but watchful as possible #Like they don't have opinions or ideas or anything. You could do literally whatever you wanted as long as you follow The Rules #I don't think the bats really know about the contracts. I think b has inferred something. But it's more trial and error #One idea I had is that the dolls are powered by the life force of past users mutated into... Whatever tf from all the curses.#So by entering the contract you lose a significant chunk of your ability to enter the afterlife.#Yes this would only be noticed by the jl going to the future and trying to find the souls of everyone or smth for whatever reason #And the bats don't have much of anything. Leading to the further impression that they aren't remotely human

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norsesuggestions · 4 months

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Could just have bought the reindeer furs some saami reindeer herders...

Listening to a north american podcast about the franklin expedition and the interviewee was defending the british sailors not having proper arctic clothing with that:

"It would been impossible for the inuit to produce enough reindeer fur by hunting for all the men of the franklin expedition"

And i just..

1. Well we will never know if that is actually true, because they clearly did not try to buy it

2. But for me, it is glaringly OBVOIUS that the sailors did not need go across the atlantic to get reindeer furs. Sapmi is right there??? Just put in a order for x amount of reindeer fur towards some reindeers herders in the nordics, have some planing and order these a couple of years before you go (so enough reindeers willl have the time to to grow up, be slaughtered etc)

Get massive pile of reindeer fur???

Reindeer exist in eurasia too. And on that topic:

3. If they had (somehow) found no seller in the nordics, the entire eurasian arctic have plenty more cultures who specialized in reindeer herding and/or hunting (and selling the products this produced).

Ya know just, buy some reindeer products from the many many people in europe whose entire economics depended on selling it!!

#not enough reindeer #in europe???#franklin expedition #what is next #this is like with full confidence going #they did not wear wool because there was not enough wool in europe #to cloth 200+ sailors #like absurd!

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dwreader · 10 months

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Claudia’s sailor dress and historical references.

While a staple of childhood fashion among royalty and aristocrats for decades (Queen Victoria put her son in one in 1846 and set the trend for wealthy parents), the sailor dress for teenage girls was popularized in America in the 1900s by tailor Peter Thomson of Philadelphia. Louis who keeps up with fashion trends would’ve known immediately what to put his new baby in as this was THE look for little girls in the 1910s. It was eventually accepted as school wear for girls which is ironic since Claudia doesn't go to school or interact with other kids at all at this point. They are now largely associated with schoolgirls and uniforms.

While the majority of these childhood sailor photoshoots available online are of white kids, you can also find some examples of black children dressed in sailor fits from early 20th century so this was not exclusively a white kids only trend, which Louis surely would've been very conscious of.

#iwtv #that second pic is the romanov sisters btw not to be morbid #but maybe intentional given the year claudia was made 1917 #👀👀👀#also i think florence def dressed up the kids in these sailor clothes for photoshoots when they were little #costume analysis

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ltwilliammowett · 5 months

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The Duffle Coat

It gets cold and that was also a big problem on the Navies' ship. There were large overcoats, but these were mainly for the officers. The ordinary sailors also had warm jackets but nothing resembling an overcoat and so the duffle coat came into play at the end of the 19th century.

Sailors of HMS King George V in WW1 in warm Duffle Coats

The most widespread myth about the origins of the duffle is that the coat is of Belgian origin. The Belgian town of Duffel in the province of Antwerp was known in the 15th century as a cloth-making town that exported its fabrics throughout Europe. The "duffel" fabric itself was a black, coarse woollen fabric, after which the duffle coat was named, but it was never made in the city that gave it its name, nor was it made from duffel fabric. It was probably initially English wool that was used for it.

Many claim that the English borrowed the Belgian term to create the duffle coat as we know it today. In 1820, John Partridge, a British outerwear merchant, began designing and offering the duffle coat for sale. At that time, it looked very different to today, although it was already equipped with the characteristic wooden buttons, as it was inspired by the Polish frock coat, the so-called Bekiesza.

Walter Luyken as corporation Student in Bonn (Germany) wearing a Bekiesza, 1928/29

A few years later in the 1890s, the Royal British Navy was looking for a hard-wearing, seaworthy coat, and so the British Admiralty commissioned the duffle coat, which proved to be a great success and was worn on military ships all over the world from then on. Just like the modern duffle coat, it was fitted with a hood and a horizontal toggle fastening. Of course, there were no pockets on a coat back then, and it was cut tighter than the bulky cut of the British navy, but there is still a great similarity.

#naval history #sailors clothing #duffle coat #19th century #20th century #WWI #WWII #age of steam

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