#time: 1920s

[qbdatabase]

With only a drop of flare, one can light the night sky with fireworks . . . or burn a building to the ground — and seventeen-year-old Ingrid Ellis wants her fair share.

Ingrid doesn’t have a family fortune, monetary or magical, but at least she has a plan: Rise to the top on the arm of Linden Holt, heir to a hefty political legacy and the largest fortune of flare in all of Candesce. Her only obstacle is Linden’s father who refuses to acknowledge her.

So when Senator Holt announces his run for president, Ingrid uses the situation to her advantage. She strikes a deal to spy on the senator’s opposition in exchange for his approval and the status she so desperately craves. But the longer Ingrid wears two masks, the more she questions where her true allegiances lie.

Will she stand with the Holts, or will she forge her own path?

#Fire Becomes Her #Rosiee Thor #YA #fantasy #historical fiction #demiromantic #demi rep #bisexual #bi rep #poc rep #asexual #ace rep #transmasc #trans rep #nonbinary #nonbinary rep #queer platonic relationship #alt history #courtly intrigue #time: 1920s #YA fantasy #YA historical fiction #daily book #fiction #lgbt fiction #lgbtqia #bookblr

[koko2unite]

mordecai heller, in a dress, agree, reblog

#mordecai heller #lackadaisy #lackadaisy fanart #lackadaisyfanart #lackadaisymordecai #lackadaisy cats #i drew the thing #lackadaisycats #lackadaisy film #comics #webcomic #cats #1920s #gangsters #prohibition #art #illustration #me everytime i have a new masc blorbo: time to put you in a sexy dress babe #koko2unite #koko2unite draws

[tangledinink]

an excuse to draw swanatello as a flapper? :3c well gosh if you insist.

@tmntaucompetition

#now that main brackets are out (kinda) i can start slowly releasing my 1920s propaganda :3c #see? hes not having a TOTALLY bad time #he gets to dance still <3 #tmnt au competition #propaganda #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt donatello #fidgetwing

[windowstothepast]

I'll Do It My Damn Self, 1920s

#vintage photo #vintage photography #antique photo #antique photography #1920s #1920s car #tire change #woman power #she can do it #in the past #way back when #a long time ago

[diana-andraste]

Alberto Cavalcanti, Rien que les heures, 1926

#film #silent film #experimental film #black and white #1920s #alberto cavalcanti #nothing but time #nothing but the hours #vintage #eyes #gif #paris #avant garde #movies #art

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Times Square, New Year's Eve, 1926.

Photo: Getty Images

#vintage New York #1920s #New Year's Eve #Times Square #New Year's Eve Times Square #Dec. 31 #31 Dec. #crowd #celebration

[sillysadduck]

I love this picture and I love Lesley's actress <3

She looks like she's saying her puppet husband asked for no pickles

#don't hug me i'm scared #dhmis #lesley dhmis #roy dhmis #roy gribbleston #1920 dhmis #I may draw this pic when I have time

[cherrieguroo]

ask the ape.... MAAANNNN

#starkid #hatchetfield #hatchetfield fanart #nightmare time #nmt #the hatchetfield ape man #cherrie tries to draw #jaime's unnamed 1920s singer.. save me

[canisalbus]

Would Machete be supreme at skating like an absolute angel of movement, or would choas be imminent?

[When I saw these boots I instantly thought of him :') ]

I think it's likely he'd be on the more awkward side, he's anything but athletic. The again, he managed to adjust to wearing high heels and I like to think he's become remarkably surefooted and graceful with them (to the point he feels a bit out of sorts without them), so it's not like he has no sense of balance or proprioception whatsoever. If he really wanted to skate well he would be able to learn.

#but I feel like if he saw someone skating he'd just consider it a very novel way to injure oneself #he doesn't like fast speeds and his eyesight isn't the greatest #better not risk it #side note I've come across these skates a few times over the years and they always make me smile #they're from 1920 if I'm not mistaken #so aggressively quaint #answered #dax-fox

[lumineary-arts]

For those who wanted to learn more about my Lackadaisy oc, Dina!! She's not only a strict law abider, she's also.. just... 🤓

Very Amy Santiago from B99!!

Which makes it all the more fun that she'll eventually come to love the Lackadaisy Speakeasy!

#lackadaisy oc #lackaoc #lackadaisy cats #lackadaisy fanart #brooklyn nine nine #shes due for another redesign!! i realize her outfit isn't exactly very.. 1920s? #and i dont see her being a fashion icon ahead of her time

[nemfrog]

Total solar eclipse, January 1925, United States. New physiography for beginners. 1927.

Internet Archive

#solar eclipse #sun #progression #time #sky #astronomy #wonders of nature #1925 #1927 #1920s #nemfrog

[esteemed-excellency]

pose references compilation for all your old timey dancing needs

#I have so many references and zero time to draw so I might as well share some #saving this in their tag for reference #hiram x deviless #that orange dress is perfect for the deviless I need to draw more ough #art ref #fashion #victorian vibes #1920s #20s #illustrations #victorian era #edwardian era #late 1800s #early 1900s #vintage #vintage illustration

[chaotictoon]

Flapper

Cartoon girls + 20’s

#time period #flapper #1920s #anastasia #anastasia 1997 #porco rosso #porco rosso madame gina #madame gina #harley quinn #batman #harly quinn #betty boop #Batman: The Brave and the Bold #lackadaisy #Ivy Pepper #lackadaisy ivy #princess and the frog #tiana #princess and the frog tiana

[popsicle-stick]

Mina and Jack would love the radio, which was very soon widely ditributed after the events of 1897

so this led me down a rabbit hole on the history of radio and it turns out the first commercial radios became a thing around 1920! at which point they'd all be in their 50s, which is NOT too old to be Down With The Kids

#dracula daily #dracula #thank you anon for this image 😭😭 #mina is catching up on the latest 1920s Bangers i guess #the radio was a gift from jack. which was really an excuse to get HIMSELF a radio and pass it off as a gift #he makes an excuse to use it every time he's in exeter #jonathan literally does not understand it at all but if mina loves it then he loves it. so there's that #WHY does older jack just look like peter cushing #lottieart

[peachesancreams]

Expanding on the Wives

everyones favorite asexual serial killer and his cute wifey! this one is marked mature as it is his serial killing days. I will be going into all their deaths on the third part so stay tuned~

Alastors wife

Okay so I said Al doesn’t remember how they first met and he doesn’t mainly because I personally headcanon that he has a lot of trauma in accordance with that time. Mainly at the hands of his father, which more then likely is one of the core manifestations of his future MO for being a serial killer, being that he killed ‘bad people’ and never outright leaned toward killing women. Do I think he did? Yeah someone had to have seen something at one point and Alastor isn’t one for lose ends. (I’m sorry guys you’re gonna see a lot of me info dumping, serial killers psyche and the types are a special interest of mine)

They meet when they were kids, him just running around New Orleans learning the streets and how to use the alleys to make a quick getaway. It had helped him more then on one occasion growing up in that day and age, more so when people knew of his parentage. Not that he was ashamed but rather no one Likes Pain much less children, and unfortunately other children will do as they see their parents do. Rosalind had been reading on the steps on the library when he had ran into her. It wasn’t any kind of meet cute considering they got into a argument about who’s fault it was, kids am I right?

They kiddos had decided that they both were ultimately at fault, him for running when Mama said not to rush and Rose for sitting on the steps where people walk. They’d shook on it and had spent the day talking about some radio stories, Alastor eventually telling her about his dream of being a host himself.

They meet up regularly and talked about the many things kids find important. Until Rosalind’s Pa died and her mother had to move them back up north. The saddest part was it all happened so rapidly, Rosalind hadn’t had time to find Alastor to tell him. Her mother kept Rosalind close to her through out the process of the funeral and the move, having heard of the company her daughters been keeping but also to grieve with her daughter.

Thus she moved away and Alastor slowly forgot the face of his friend. He remembers having a dear childhood friend but figured they, like everyone else heard of his heritage and left him.

Meanwhile up north Rosalind was dreaming of going back to the south. She thanked her lucky stars her fathers family lived down in Louisiana still, she sent letters often down to her cousins asking about life and how is dear New Orleans changing?

When she was 18 Rosalind decided to make the choice to move down south. Her mother had gotten a urgent letter from her aunt raving about how her cousins were living in sin and needed a good girl like Rosalind to guide them. Of course this was only partly the case, their cousins mother had actually passed in the fall and one them impersonated her as to fool Rosalind's mother.

They made this plan as to get Rosalind out from her mothers thumb, wanting her to stay close and up north together. It was not that Rosalind didn't love her mother she just didn't want to be smothered by her anymore.

Now for the second and remembered meeting!!

Once secure in the South her cousins had decided to celebrate! What better way to celebrate gaining independence in the 20's then going to Mimzy's club! Bonus her cousins worked there as showgirls(have to make money somehow...) so they were familiar with the atmosphere.

It had been fun, they drank and danced some. It was only when her cousins had been swept onto the dance floor by two different gentlemen that Rosalind finally felt conflicted. Truth be told she had been having mixed feelings all night, but now alone with the gazing of hungry men feasting on her flesh.

Heading to the bar she ordered herself a drink, trying to call the bartenders attention. It was when a smooth voice called above her head that the bartender finally looked over.

"John my good man! My usual drink for me, and one for the lady as well."

Now at this time Al has been establishing himself in his career for a while, I imagine at this time he had actually just scored his first segment. It was some news on event in town and weather reports, he still has a small way to go till he can report on what he really wants. The Local Crime segments, the man who does it now Tyler put people to sleep the way he drones.

He had come to Mimzy's tonight to stalk his next hunt. His radio career wasn't the only one he had been curating and growing with time. He started his murder career with a truly vile man, his father. No one thought much of the hunting accident, his father was a drunk and many had the opinion it had been bound to happen. Filled eith righteous fury, he went after only villainous people. Muggers, rapists, a fellow murderer, and well an unfortunate witness.

Alastor had been eyeing this particular prey for a while, a rapist who preyed on woman. Alastor had watched his prey pick out his own prey for the evening, watched him circle like a vulture. He took notice of the woman, a soft smile on her face but discomfort colored her brows. It stirred something in him, a flash of his mothers face making his grin feel strained.

Alastor doesn't know why and could only put it to words after when he was in Hell. He interrupted his preys hunt to intercept the woman, buying her a drink. The conversation was stimulating, and having her not fawn over him was a nice change. Despite his small role in the station his popularity grows by the day. What can he say, he has a voice made for radio!

They hit it off from there, him quietly offing his prey another night. No need for vermin like him to linger around. After all Ms. Rosalind frequently met him at Mimzy's so there no reason not to keep the place...tidy so to speak.

Rosalind felt like she was in a fairytale, not only was she able to get a job as a poster painter(lots of prints were handmade back then!) but Alastor, a radio host with a career on the rise, seemed to fancy her.

She didn't realize who Alastor was until they'd gotten married, saw a picture of him and his mom he kept in the back of a bible. She also realized he didn't remember her, it made her a little sad but she remembered the bruises he would show up with and forgave him in her heart.

Speaking of, they were only together for like a month before getting married. And the proposal was at his house! He made dinner and lit candles, and made sure to be his most charming.

Rosalind could only say yes to her dear sweet Al. The thing that had gotten people talking is that she hadn't gone home that night. Alastor was never huge on touch but always seemed to gravitate towards her space. That night they'd cuddled on the couch, exchanging small kisses until they'd fallen asleep.

It’s had started the rumor mill but what made it a full function factory was how the wedding ended up being a month later. So many older ladies comforted her saying ‘first babies are always late’, Alastor had gotten a good laugh out of her flushed face after. She had scolded him but couldn't put any heat behind it, weak as she was to his smile.

They never were physical together, it just wasn't something either of them wanted. They didn't desire each other for the body itself, but for the company and conversation. It was a lovely union, Alastor being attentive to her labors praising her work in the house and garden.

Speaking of her garden, since I see the house being his parents before his own. The garden was originally his mothers. It had fallen into deep disrepair since she had passed, as he had no talent for gardening. With his little wife however it had returned to its old splendor.

Where he didn't have a talent for the green, he did take well to his fathers old hunting lessons. Something he found himself indulging in as a married man. Fresh vegetables and herbs along side some fresh venison, made for a wonderfully fresh meal you couldn't find anywhere else. Who knew all it took was one these hunts for him to disappear from her life forever?

#x reader #hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #hazbin alastor #1920s-1933 alastor #tried to keep it time accurate #dividers by #saradika-graphics

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Cover of the March 10, 1928 issue of The New Yorker. Artwork by Ilonka Karasz.

Photo: Condé Nast

#vintage New York #1920s #Ilonka Karasz #The New Yorker #magazine #vintage magazine #vintage Broadway #vintage Times Square #illustration #March 10 #10 March