#victorian london

[leannareneehieber]

GOTHIC & DARK ACADEMIA ENTHUSIASTS!

DARLINGS! Just noticed the double-volume revised edition of STRANGELY BEAUTIFUL via @torbooks is on super-eBook-sale right now. 684 pages! For only $3.99! Via Kindle, Kobo & Apple Books! Includes THE STRANGELY BEAUTIFUL TALE OF MISS PERCY PARKER and THE DARKLY LUMINOUS FIGHT FOR PERSEPHONE PARKER + extra scenes & content.

This book of my heart is: GOTHIC. It's Jane-Eyre-Meets-Dark-Academia+Hot-For-Teacher+GHOSTS+Greek-Mythology+Jack-the-Ripper+Found-Family

YES, there is a paperback omnibus edition, available via Bookshop.org (my favorite link to send folks to, it supports local bookstores!), B&N and any physical store can order it in. It's on sale too!

Please share? Thank you!

Kindle - Kobo - Apple Books

#gothic #victorian #ghosts #gaslampfantasy #strangely beautiful #strangelybeautifultaleofmisspercyparker #gothic novel #gothic fiction #dark academia #dark academia books #ghost stories #alternate history #jack the ripper #hot for teacher #new adult #paranormal romance #haunted house #paranormal #spirits #mystery #possession #greek myth retellings #greek mythology #persephone #victorian london #ebook sale

[lionofchaeronea]

A Wet Moon, Putney Road, John Atkinson Grimshaw, 1886

#art #art history #John Atkinson Grimshaw #cityscape #London #night scene #British art #English art #Victorian period #Victorian Britain #Victorian England #Victorian London #Victorian art #19th century art #oil on canvas

[autumncozy]

🍂 A rainy autumnal night in Victorian London ambience!

#autumn #fall #cozy #october #london #victorian era #victorian london #jack the ripper #spooky #foggy #foggy aesthetic #mist #fog #rain #rainy #rainymood #rainyweather #rainy night #cosy #rain sounds #studyblr #study aid #study #read #soundscape #reading #relaxation #3d art #my art #artists on tumblr

[xphaiea]

SPRING-HEELED JACK by XPHAIEA

First witnessed in the early 19th century, Spring Heeled-Jack was a menacing spectral fiend, who delighted in terrorising London especially frightening young women whose clothing he would tear and personages he would maul at, as well as jumping in the pathway of coaches and causing dreadful accidents.

Jack was popularly imagined to be a tall, thin figure in a long black cloak, with clawed hands and fearsome eyes that "resemble red balls of fire" whilst also also commonly depicted as breathing blue or white flame and emitting a maniacal devilish laugh.

This urban prankster was often depicted in Penny Dreadfuls and other sensation fiction of the Victorian period.

#springheeled jack #spring-heeled jack #british folklore #london #supernatural #spectre #penny dreadful #victorian #victorian london #art doll #xphaiea #textile artist #doll art

[mysharona1987]

#Ai #victorian literature #victorian era #victorian london

[athenodora-sulpicia-writer]

Vanessa ives - where we meet at a ball and she ask us to dance, she never got our name and follows us home to find out we are the daughter of Evelyn Poole. So we start seeing Vanessa behind our mothers back and maybe if you could add some smut between us and vanessa?

Forbidden Love- Part 1- Vanessa Ives

A/N: Hey @wandamaximoff2823 thank you for your request, I'm so sorry for the long wait, I've been really struggling to get back into writing but better as never I suppose 😅, anyway I hope you enjoy this and that it was worth the wait.

Warning(s): Scars, smut, mentions of neglect/abuse.

I was never one to be interested in the intricacies of the aristocratic ways of the upper class but mother had asked me to be here and what ever mother asked you to do was never a simple request but a very firm order.

I entered the lavish estate of a Mr Dorian Grey, unescorted of course, how scandalous. A butler or perhaps he was a servant came and took my cloak and directed to me where all the fuss and chatter was coming from, so I followed the sound of champagne induced laughter and discussion of who owned the most properties in the countries, which took me to a grand ballroom which was filled to the brim of upper class Londoners, an orchestra and the walls were completely lined with portraits, show off.

I weaved my way through the large doorway that lead into the ballroom a feat which would have been easier if everyone was deciding to take up the space. I'd originally dressed to blend in and not draw in to much unwanted attention, who would have thought that wearing dress of gold and white (the opposite of what my mother would have ever approved of) would have caught so many stares and glances.

A server came to me with a tray of champagne and though I was usually partial to a class or two I knew I had to keep my mind as agile as possible for the task my mother had sent me to do. I was told to not get to close to Miss Ives but just enough to use some effective Nightwalker magic on her mind, this should have been Hecate's job not mine but apparently according to mother "Hecate had her own tasks" I would have used the chores or enslavement but I'd rather not have a gash from the tip of my cheek to my chin so I kept my mouth shut.

For a moment as I was thinking a man approached me and I could already smell the alcohol from a mile, this would be wonderful not, I snarled for a moment at the thought but as the man was now in reach of me I returned my face to its natural composure.

"What's a charming dove like you doing all alone and without a chaperone?" This man, who looked old enough to be a someone who should start writing their will, asked me. Who looked like the usual upper class prick, my least favourite kind of mortal irritation.

"That is none of your concern sir, now if you wouldn't mind walking off to go and compare your assets, though I'm sure yours are lacking by the looks of things, with the other gentlemen I'd be most thankful." I said the man with my best 'I'm super important' voice but when the man didn't leave I know that my word choice may have been a little too much.

"How dare you speak to me in such a way," The man snarled at me and was quick to grab my upper arm harshly and with so many people in the room it would be easy to not notice or ignore what he was doing. "Now judging by your dress I'd say your still a maid, so why don't you be a good little heiress and have a drink with me on the balcony," Damn this dress I just wanted to wear something that was the opposite of the scars on back and now I was being mistaken for a maid because of it, just fabulous.

As more time passed and I hadn't responded, the man's grip on my upper arm was becoming painfully tight and even for someone like me, I couldn't hold back a wince.

"Ah cousin," I heard a feminine voice call out and upon hearing the voice my head turned abruptly to the direction of the voice and then I saw her. She had raven black hair, sky blue eyes and pale ivory skin and was wearing the most fabulous black and red dress I'd ever seen and she was walking over to me. Well that's half a job done and half a job failed.

Once she stood by my side she began to speak again, "Thank you for keeping my cousin company Sir," She spoke to the man who still had his hand on my upper arm, "But now that I am here I believe she is no longer in need of your company," Her voice which originally was soft and compliant of any woman in this room and now become more natural almost steely.

I could feel the man's grip tighten and I knew who was about to say something but for whatever reason after he made eye contact with my ravenette saviour he let go of my arm completely and walked off without another word. My first reaction was to rub at my arm, even if I knew it would heal within a minute or two.

"I Apologise for the cousin lie but I can tell when a woman is uncomfortable." She spoke to me with a kindness I knew would be there if she knew who I actually was. "My name is Miss Ives," She spoke again with a slight bit more formality, extending out a hand for me to shake and suddenly I was grateful to the creme gloves I was wearing because if I weren't she'd probably be able to sense exactly what I was.

"No apologies needed, It's a pleasure to finally meet you Miss Ives." I spoke with the same slight formality as she but then I soon thought of the implications of my words and I began to internally kick myself for making such a slip up, my mother was going to kill me if I messed this up.

"To finally meet me?" She looked at my with a smile and odd confusement in her expression. "Why have we been intending to meet one another before today?" She asked me curiously with a slight chuckle to her voice which was somewhere between being eerie and joyful.

"Not at all, I simply meant that," I paused for a moment to think of a better excuse for my slip up, "I've heard your name on people's lips before, it's nice to put a face to the name, Miss Ives." I said coming up with something that I thought was a decent enough excuse that would hopefully appease her curiosity.

"Oh, I didn't know I was a topic of gossip," She spoke again and though she was trying to feign ignorance I could tell she had noticed my slip up by the way her eyes looked at me and how her pupils darkened with triumph at her victory.

"Well anyway would you care for a dance?" She asked me her tone lighter with an undertone of something that was perhaps mischief, as she gave a slightly bow and extended out hand, facing upwards, to me.

"Well people do like to talk," I was very quickly scanning the ballroom for a quick escaped to the exit and when I found it I took my chances, "I must be going Miss Ives, good evening." I said the formal goodbye and quickly left through the small gap that had been left to the exit and retrieved my own cloak and quickly began to set off back up to the manor we were staying in that was slight ways away.

As I walked under the nights dark sky at a brisk pace, I thought of how I knew my mother would be anything but pleased at what she would see as a display of my incompetence at not completely her 'simple' task but I also thought about how what she didn't know couldn't hurt her, a policy I very much enjoyed using with my mother. Though if she were to ever find out I knew I'd probably be crucified upside down with no last words being allowed.

Not long later I made up back to our home, a manor that was slightly outside of central London. I walked up the stone steps that led to the large front doors which i opened with a heavy gust of wind which came when I turned my wrist in just the right way and I walked inside oblivious to anything else as I took my cloak off and threw it somewhere I didn't care to check.

As I walked further into the foyer at the front of the manner, I started ragging the gloves of my arms and unpinning the mass of my that sat atop my head. It felt euphoric when my hair cascaded down my back because finally all the weight was off the crown of my head and sighed out in a pleased way not caring for all the bobby pins that were fall the marble floor and making a clattering sound.

For a moment all I thought I could hear was the clattering of my bobby pins on the floor, which was a lovely relief because it meant that my mother possibly my sisters weren't in the manor or they were at least asleep, either way I was happy to not be bothered by any of them.

As I just about started to walk up the overly elaborate staircase upstairs, I heard a bang and then a mumble and quickly whipped my body around to the direction of the sound which just happened to be the front doors and then I saw her, Vanessa, well this is just fabulous.

"Miss Ives, what on earth are you doing here?" I asked feigning confusion and innocence as I walked down the few steps I had just walked up. I then walked over to where Vanessa was, in the middle of the foyer, taking in her surroundings of the dark and quietly frankly disturbing manor.

"You never told me your name," She began to say, the meaning behind her voice was obviously detached from what she was saying to me as she was to focused on surveying her new surroundings. "What possible reason do you have for being here?" She asked me finally making eye contact and her steely gaze was hardened and distrusting.

She must be able to feel the aura of the manor, Hell she probably had a pretty good idea about who lived here which meant she probably knew what I was. "Miss Ives I know how it may look but..." I began to say to Vanessa before I heard the creaking of floorboards coming from upstairs and as the noise grew closer the sound of footsteps accompanied it.

A horrible sense of dread filled my chest because I knew that it was just the wind or if it was a person, as I suspected it was, it wasn't one of my sisters, it was my mother. I didn't have much time to think and I'm not sure what compelled me to do it but I quickly faced Vanessa agin and twisted my wrist in her direction and a gust of with pushed her against one of the far walls and quickly I consumed her in enough mist to make her invisible.

Just as I turned back around to face the staircase but before I was able to regain my composure, my mother was at the top of the staircase in one of her robes and her hair pinned. "Oh mother, hello," I spoke trying calm my voice down as to not give anything away.

"Y/N you've returned, I assume the task I sent you on was a success then." She phrased it in a way that anyone would think it was meant as a question but I knew she didn't mean it as one, she never did.

"Yes mother," I spoke with my head bowed, lying through the skin of my teeth, praying she wouldn't notice my lie. "Lucifer's bride had a bit of a manic episode at the party and fainted," I explained to my mother whilst trying to come up with a believable lie, we were expected to refer to Vanessa as Lucifer's bride, the thought always made my skin crawl but I'd never let it show.

"Good, I'm pleased to hear," I eternally sighed of relief when my mother spoke like she had know idea that I had lied to her and I was grateful for it. "Well I shall retire for night now," She then finished saying as she walked back the way she came and the sound of her footsteps soon disappeared completely.

Once my mother was gone I couldn't even give myself a moment to enjoy my victory as I know Vanessa was still stuck the wall and covered in mist. I quickly ran other to where I cast her off and released from my nightwalker magic, to which she fell from the wall gasping for breath.

"Miss Ives," I quickly got down on the floor as she was still gasping, "Miss Ives you must leave, if my mother or sisters find you here you will never leave," I tried to encourage her off the floor and I eventually got her to her feet but she wasn't leaving. "Listen, I understand your in shock and still recovering but you have to leave right now," I kept urgently encouraging her to leave but it wasn't quite working. "Vanessa!" I shouted her name and this finally snapped her out of wherever she'd been in her head, she made eye contact with me once before running out of the manner and disappearing and all I could do was finally sigh in relief. What a night. __________________________________ So I've had to split this request into two parts because it was getting a little long. Anyway, thank you all for reading, I hope you all enjoyed and until next time fellow readers.

Tag List @ateliefloresdaprimavera @cissyenthusiast010155 @multifandomfix @multimilfs

#Vanessa Ives #Penny Dreadful #horror show #evelyn poole #season 2 #eva green #helen mccrory #Vanessa #eva green story #fantasy #eva green gifs #eva green x reader #vanessa ives x reader #actress #eva green x fem #wlw #lesbian #nightwalkers #witches #victorian london #victorian #victorian era

[sweeneytoddst]

Len Cariou and Angela Lansbury as Sweeney Todd and Mrs. Lovett

Sweeney Todd: the Demon Barber of Fleet Street (1979)

#sweeney todd #barber #sweeney todd the demon barber of fleet street #stephen sondheim #angela lansbury #len cariou #theatre #musical theatre #musical #dark #comedy #dark comedy #horror #straight razor #baker #london #victorian #victorian london #victorian era

[nunca-morte-mais]

... Não haverá morte, nunca mais.

After his family was violently murdered by a vampire when Samuel Rodrigues was only 17 years old, he dedicated his life to hunting down those bloodthirsty monsters, for the world to one day be free from their terror and avenge his family.

It was the year 1888, and the newspapers were reporting about the brutal murders of several women in the East End of London, the most populous city in the world at the time, which to an experienced vampire hunter like Sam sounded like the actions of one of these creatures. Dedicated to his mission, he travels to England to investigate those murders committed by 'Jack the Ripper' and hopefully succeed in killing him and saving the city.

As he spends several weeks trying to find more clues about the murderer without getting any further in his search, he meets a mesmerizingly beautiful young man in one of the many pubs in the city; one who, for the first time in a decade, has heard about the vampire who was responsible for his family's death. Unfortunately, the nameless beauty turns out to be a vampire himself, which makes working together very complicated and dangerous for them both. But nothing like that matters, as long as Sam can get his revenge... he can still kill his companion later, after all. Can he? — Não haverá morte, nunca mais on AO3

A SamuRaiden AU collaborative by artists @e6as95, @snizu, @cyborgdumptruck and writer @hatredmadeofgold.

#samuraiden #raiden mgs #raiden mgr #jetstream sam #samuel rodrigues #nunca morte mais #Raiden #mgr #metal gear rising #jack the ripper #vampire AU #victorian london #19th century

[224bbaker]

Hi New Followers!

In case you're here because of the Sherlock Holmes public domain post and are wondering what this account's whole Deal is and why we have such a strangely minute knowledge of the specifics of when the last Sherlock Holmes stories hit the public domain and where, some info:

I'm Lauren, Holmes fan and one of the creators of Fawx & Stallion (or as we're known on socials, @224BBaker), a fictional comedy podcast about the residents of 224B Baker Street--across the street and to the left of Holmes and Watson! Our first season follows the detectives in residence, Hampton Fawx and James Stallion, who have never (yet!) managed to score a case given Holmes's overwhelming popularity in Victorian London. However, when the residents of 221B Baker leave for the weekend to solve a certain famous case involving a dog on the moors, and a woman appears on their doorstep with a case, opportunity strikes, and they, along with their recently-dumped best friend Madge, attempt to solve their first case before their time is up...

We've got a huge love for the Sherlock Holmes stories and have had so much fun carving out this little unseen (for now) corner of Holmesian London. Until we're legally allowed to bring the detective himself into this, check us out if you think you might love a queer (asexual detective! lavender marriage best friends! the watson/lestrade-vibes rarepair you didn't know you wanted!), lighthearted (it's a farce!), Sherlock Holmes-adjacent (for now!) comedy-mystery with hijinks, romance, and a super old cat! (Website HERE)!

Or if you're just here for the Sherlock Holmes memes, we've got those as well! (This is your PSA to watch Granada Holmes, our personal favorite adaptation.)

Also, rest assured, our characters get it:

#sherlock holmes #granada holmes #bbc sherlock #enola holmes #audio drama #fiction podcast #john watson #acd holmes #johnlock #Spotify #224bbaker #fawx & stallion #comedy podcast #victorian london #victoriana

[matthew-macfadyen-gifs]

Ripper Street (2012-2016)

Season 1, Episode 8: "What Use Our Work"

#ripper street #matthew macfadyen #edmund reid #tvgifs #tvedit #perioddramagifs #perioddramaedit #perioddrama #period drama #tv #homer jackson #adam rothenberg #jerome flynn #bennet drake #victorian era #victorian london #tvseries #tv series #tv show #victorian

[thediablerist]

https://pin.it/5hUtbKegU.

#dark aesthetic #gothic aesthetic #vampire aesthetic #gothic #vampire #victorian gothic #gothic victorian #victorian vampire #victorian era #victorian london #jack the ripper

[crustaceousfaggot]

Happy birthday to Oscar Wilde, who's been steadily making the literature world gayer for 168 slutty, slutty years.

#oscar wilde #gothic literature #dark academia #victorian literature #victorian london #tpodg #the picture of dorian gray #wilde tag

[gigantic-spider]

I just released the first early-access installment of my upcoming zine "The Hauntings of Hyde Park"! Currently, it contains:

The Dispossessed (A Playbook): A visitor from a long ways away allies with Hargrave House to try to make it home, all the while struggling to maintain their identity.

Hark! A Ghastly Serpentine (Threat): A trio of hags from England’s countryside descend on London, befouling the Serpentine and turning unsuspecting citizens into horrific fish-human hybrids.

Over the next month and a half, I'll periodically release more Threats and a new Mastermind, culminating in a crowdfunding campaign to get everything edited, laid out, and printed in physical form.

If you're interested in making this a reality, please follow the Crowdfundr campaign to stay up to date!

(And stay tuned for some design commentary about what I release, to come when it's not 9 pm)

#ttrpg #ttrpg stuff #indie ttrpg #tabletop role playing game #tabletop roleplaying #ttrpg design #gigantic spider designs #crowdfundr #crowdfunding #the between #monster hunting #victorian london

[writerinneverland]

Crimson Peak Novelization. It's lovely so far.

#crimson peak #tom hiddleston #mia wasikowska #jessica chastain #bookish #booklr #bookworm #book photography #book blog #books #bookblr #books & libraries #gothic #romantic #romance #gothic romance #gothic romanticism #victorian #victorian london #horror #ghost stories

[lordratgun]

(Context: Mirko can reshape his bones to look like anything)

Oh, Mirko, with friends like these, who needs enemies am I right?

Mirko is a tzimisce, Fred is a nagaraja and Guy is a malkavian vamp. They're all OCs I made using the VTM lore.

It started with Guy and went all downhill from there...

Perhaps I'll upload more of them in the future!

#tzimisce #malkavian #nagaraja #vtm #vampire the masquerade #fleshcrafting #fleshcarving #vicissitude #ttrpg #comic #my art #short comic #monochrome #victorian london #dark academia #horror #vampires

[miss-strawberry-art]

Tessa from The Infernal Devices by @cassandraclare withe the rune of Wedded Union

#tessa gray #tessa herondale #tessatid #the infernal devices #the mortal instruments #thelasthours #cassandra clare #will herondale #jem carstairs #james herondale #cordelia carstairs #tid #tmi #tlh #digital art #digital portrait #victorian era #victorian london