VICTORIAN AMBIENCE l Writer's Room with Classic Music l Writing sound with Cozy Rain for Relaxing 

Greetings to all of you writers and artists and people. You are reflecting all of us as writers. I love this video, it's just heaven to every writer. One of the blessings of life when you see such work as that, which can inspire you. We as writers really tend to look for the little corner, which we can sit and storm all our world in these papers. Your video is mesmerizing, I decided I wouldn't write anything less than that. You really give me that feeling of breathtaking when you see an amazing view. We live in a chaotic world today, full of noise and negativity. Your corner is like that dream we all dream of. Everything you do care for details, and always with great music.

Holmes and Watson reminiscing on the cases they undertook

People of those ages were probably never aware of how the future generations would feel romantically nostalgic over that style of life. For them their beautifully carved chair was just furniture. For us - a beautiful piece of history with a mysteriously warm and meaningful 'something' on its scratched surface, felt under our palm and fingers. But perhaps they felt it too? Perhaps, that is why everything was made with so many tiny details and so much work put into it. Everything had a value. Edit 04/08/21: Stumbled upon these words in one of my favourite novels "Of Human Bondage" by Somerset Maugham: "...beautiful things grow rich with the emotion that they have aroused in succeeding generations. That is why old things are more beautiful than modern."

I wrote in my journal for 45 minutes straight, and I would have kept going if I did not have adult responsibilities. Thank you for offering tranquility with your music.

5 September 1880 -- My Most Adorable and Beautiful Janet. I pray this letter finds you well, My Heavenly-Resplendent Lady. Here I sit on this rainy late afternoon, taking a brief mental repose from the work on my latest novella -- recalling what you and I did this past Summer. Our walks along the promenade, our stroll along the beach at Brighton, hand-in-hand, your hair down and long framing your beautiful face -- all come into focus at this writing. We shan't keep our love a secret from your parents much longer. What say you, My Darling-of-Darlings? Do we go through with our plans to wed in the Spring? I await your reply to this correspondence. Regards to your family. Keep safe. Be well. Your champion -- your enduring and true love -- W

I am 62 and very recently retired. Raised and lived in Northern CA and last 20 years in Hawaii. Been blessed. However, this is my dream and view of heaven. Weather warranting a fire. The sound of rain and the whistling of wind. A room filled with bookshelves containing every sort of book. Stationary, pens, paper of every sort. Leather journals, composition books, notebooks and note pads. A laptop and a typewriter. Oh yeah, candles. Always enjoyed reading and quietly have thought of writing a historical fiction. Seeing these ambience postings over the last couple of years have given me great pleasure. Now with time and a relocation to the mainland, who knows. And should I end up on the kichen table, I have this. Thank you.

[Here’s a story ✨] There is someone playing the violin downstairs. And soon, the piano joins it. The small family gathering has quietened for the performance yet you are not present as a performer or a family member. At least not anymore. You had retired early upstairs, saying something along the lines of sleepiness or exhaustion; but you simply had quite a full, satisfying meal and grew a little bit woozy from that drink your cousin had poured for you in generous amounts- though your cousin claims that the night is young and you haven’t drank much at all. Most importantly, your hand itches for your pen, for ink and paper. You sneak up to the attic, covering the candle with your palms as the flame dances upon the wick. You pull the drawer open. Inside contains ink jars, some new, some old and empty. There were also shells, collected from the beach. A random amulet that was rumoured to belong to a lost kingdom. A few tarot cards given to you by a green witch of the forest. “Your fate and your love,” they had said. To the side of the drawer… notebooks, pieces of loose paper with music sheets, sketches and random poems written for the stars and the moon, and perhaps for a special someone you were missing tonight. You grab the needed materials and carefully settle into the idea that popped into your head a while ago. You breathe deeply, a longing in your chest that refuses to leave. Slowly, you begin to write… you write about a story, a story about a lonely, hopeless writer who had met a rather peculiar acquaintance along the cobbled streets, lit by shop windows and lanterns. It was snowing and they were there, like a dream, like something strangely wonderful. Have a wonderful day/evening, my friends 😌🖤✨

This room is where Poe and I collaborated on our last book, over drinks of course....❤️

why don t they build and decorate houses and appartements like this anymore?...*sigh*

so...hows everyone? I hope you ate and drank today! Please take care of ur selves and stay safe! :D ❤❤

Oh how I wish we could return, to this divinely, lost era frozen in time. To breathe the air, and to feel the passion in the writers eyes. To stare into the fire with memories, that no one could write. The nostalgia of days gone by, only thoughts of one moment in time, forever. 💕

To anyone reading this, I wish you everything you want and everything you need. Wish you health, study and work always be successful 💗💗💗

I just want to live in the simplicity. A quiet atmosphere is burned in a small hut. Winter light is beautiful ideal music.. This is really the thing I feel like a relaxation and psychological comfort away from the noise of others

i love night, and this is the reason why i love night so much. Writing a fictional story that isn't real, dreaming dancing on the night of stargazer in a large ballroom with your beloved partner. Step upon step it echoing through the large empty room, laughing and painting only the ghost see what you are doing. That is the vibe i've been dreaming for and that is the dream i've known that never be real.

I wish there was a 10 hour version of this. Probably my favourite music ambiences on this platform, and I watch *many* of these. The rain is so crisp and soft, the fireplace crackling is perfect and not too overwhelming, and the music is simply so dynamic and never feels repetitive even though I've listened to it again and again. I survived so many exam nights with this! Thank you!

I'm sure I'm not the only one that feels this way, but candles/candelabras are always a necessity when reading or writing. For some reason, the little flames add so much to my imagination, even becoming entranced sometimes, creating new ideas on the fly. If I ever won the lottery, this would be one of the first things I would create. A personal, customized, Gothic reading/writing man-cave. At least I can dream...

I'm writing, oddly enough, a Victorian era short story and have been stuck in a rut for easily two months, no matter what tips and tricks I tried to fix my writer's block. I played this video on loop and after a while found all my plot problems practically resolving themselves. I don't care if I do sound like a testimonial in a bad infomercial, this really worked and I absolutely love it just for itself, even when I'm not writing. Thank you!

I cannot begin to express how much I'm loving this: the lazily drifting piano/violin music and crackling fire. So dreamingly beautiful and relaxing. I need more than an hour ;)

I truly wish everyone a wonderful day.. I've definitely had better days but I will try to stay strong may God bless anyone who reads this that they not suffer what I'm currently suffering... as for me locked in a eerily dark lit room trying to destract from everything I have lost.. 😥

you do not understand the masterpiece this is !! i've had writers block all day and now I just wrote a whole two chapters , the rain and slowed music is perfect

I LOVE VICTORIAN AMBIANCE WHILE READING CLASSIC LIT. it makes me feel as if i’m in the same room with the characters as the scene in the book plays out.

I adore the echo-y quality of the music; it exemplifies the feelings of reminiscence, despite not having lived in that era. It's possible to miss something you never actually experienced.

I wanted to practise writing, so here is the story I came up with while listening to this. The library was her favourite place. The faint shuffling of people around the bookshelves, the scratching of a quill on parchments, and the cackling of a warm fireplace. The most special thing was the soft, classical music of piano accompanied by violin. Oddly, she wasn’t sure where the sound came from, or had ever seen people playing. It seemed to be a part of the library itself - the sounds formed by the walls and books of the building. It was such a beautiful addition, she only wished she could someday express her gratitude to the musicians. But each time she inquired of the librarian - who people called the keeper - he would say that their music couldn't stop, and that she needed to be lucky. She never quite figured out what he meant. She has come to realize that, during all the hours she studied - ones as long as full days - the music never stopped. The melody was as constant as the burning fireplace, whose existence made a lot more sense than the former. In the end, she brushed it off as just another something magical and mysterious the library had to offer. For example, why it was located in such an obscure place - the deep depths of a lush taiga, and why there were rarely people there. Davina herself found the trip through the tranquil forest to the comfy library completely worthwhile. Elstan scribbled on the parchments while the monument spirits went with their never-stopping music. The girl had left the building, leaving him - once again - truly alone. Her presence made Elstan happy, because from her engaged and focused eyes dancing from page to page, it meant that someone appreciated his work. Because the books documenting countless civilizations, cultures and people have gone untouched for centuries without her - and will be for centuries more. Half were forbidden, preferred to stay forgotten, and the rest seen as worthless to his people. Some days, he felt like he was watching over graves. Things of the past and will stay there. He had the urge - somewhere down his eternity of keeping - to burn it all and freely live. The knowledge didn’t feel like wealth - they felt like heavy shackles. He pushed that thought to a corner of his mind, and trapped it there. The creeping depression was finally somewhat fixed when she - a human, excluded from the rules and boundaries of his people, somehow found his library. He started to edit the historical books into fictional stories for her, translating the language of another universe to ones she could understand. And she loved them. They were what lured her to the library - the stories, the worlds outside, hidden in, of her own. Elstan thought about telling her the truth, but then, what was the point? The point of history? It was the lessons and truths it spoke to mankind. And couldn’t stories already convey that perfectly? So, there really was no difference.

Here as a writer who's frustrated at not being able to focus on a book about what life was like in the victorian era. I need to look into it as I'm writing a book set in that era, but I constantly find myself distracted and now here I am, trying to ease my irritation and get back to what I was reading.

in this five minutes of glory, I can feel the pressure of the paper under my hands, drying them deeply but wonderfully, scratching my skin with every single character I draw in this kind of art, and suddenly between all of this numbness and silence, i heard a voice, coming from my insides and my outsides, yelling at me with every single trouble and fixation that the world is pressuring into me, so with trembling hands, I shut my eyes down, and felt the words on the paper, touched them with niceness, so that i knew, deep in my soul, that this place and this forms, were exactly where I belonged.

my room being dark rn and the actual rain outside took this to a whole new level

The visuals remind me of those "find the objects in the room" games I played on PC when I was younger-Yno, the one that also had fish tycoon, my virtual village, or Zuma. Never had enough free tokens tho. Wow, the music is making me really nostalgic...

I can't wait to write my story and maybe one day just one day I'll be noticed and my name gets heard! a mature young and wild 14-year-old with big dreams; 3 years from now hoping my book to be published first in the US, remember me maybe one day I'll be in history books or even on televisions! The Lord knows best and if that's what’s best for me then, come.what.may.

Last weekend, I read Mary Shelley’s “Frankenstein” for the first time; I found this video and played it over several times while I read the book. It definitely helped to set the mood for the novel. Thank you for uploading this.

I write letters for my love while listening to this, so beautiful and emotional

For anyone reading this, IT'S GOING TO BE OKAY. I pray that whatever is hurting you or whatever is constantly stressing you out will get better. May dark thoughts, excessive thoughts and doubts leave your mind right now and clarity and understanding replace confusion. I declare peace and calm to fill your life.💯💯❤❤

i always loved the beautiful long flowing dresses that the women wore back then.

Was trying to find the best music to put on to read the new Enola Holmes book to. This is 👌 perfect

I'm 17 and a writer and this is the only thing that truly helps to hone into my true talent, thank you.

I hope even if it’s just 1 single person that sees this, that they have an amazing day and an even better future!

100 percent makes me homesick for a place in time I’ve never lived. Thank You for this amazing channel. 🌹

I’m writing a short story while listening to this. It’s not great, and even in writing it, I want to change some things, but I’m doing it to make use of an old notebook that a girl I once took care of gave me. I love the feeling this gives me as I write, it makes me feel so at peace, like I’m doing something right? I suppose, maybe I’m just overthinking a little peace

Ahhhh yes, the scratchy sound of pen on paper. My expectations have been exceeded. Bravo!

Crying while listening to this music and reading the commenet, having a rough time , but i know im not alone , can't stop crying when i see there are lots of people here/under posts like this wishing all the bests for people who they don't know at all , feeling like being alive , being a human with kind people , hope every single of you that is reading this find him/her self in a atmosphere full of peace, love and blessing, may universe heal your heart. Love all of you , take care of yourself ❤

I really love studying for 4 hours straight, specially with this kind of music.

I just wrote a love Letter listening to this, with the light of a candle ans it was The most beautiful thing ever. Cant wait for this letter to be read.

This is beautiful. Almost a Sherlock Holmes vibe but I think it needs a comfortable chair near the fire for contemplating what you're writing about.

If you read this, doesn't matter where you are right now on this planet, I wish you a wonderful night and a happy peaceful life where all your dreams become true. 🙌❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

this room's so mysterious but somehow has a homely vibe, 10/10

this wonderful place .. relaxing .. removes all negative thoughts and anxiety ... congratulations 💯💯💯

I just love the sound of the writing. The pencil scratching the paper. The writer moving their hand along the paper to write another line. 😊😊

I literally am in love with the victorian era

Best ambient ever, wish I found it sooner. The crackling fire brings me to another world

Still one of my favorites. This is exquisite and masterful. There’s nothing like Teravibe on RU-vid. You set the bar far too high, my friend.

I'am a writer. I turn on my tv and put on this video, sit on my writing chair and the hours pass by while i write on my smartphone. Dude, this vibe brings calmness to my soul.

This reminds me of my beautiful Rosita Bonita. I lost her 10 months ago to MBC when they shut down the clinic do to COVID19. My heart is ripped out. On one our anniversaries we went to the California Coast in San Simeon around Hearst Castle. We were playing some music from the violinist Dave Wilson and the ambiance was beautiful with mi Amor.

This pampers the soul, I could feel my heart dancing to this >.< things like this make my thoughts jump. One-day people might feel like 2021 is vintage the thought makes me laugh! And this is why I live each day like I'm in an old fantasy someday I'll be old too I would watch people look at me saying "that year! You must be OLD" I live wild & free so I could tell them my fantasies of the old days, watching them brag about the new technology that I must try as I simply nod sipping tea remembering warm fuzzy memories 💗

A simple hello could lead to a million things so, I am saying hello to all of you now! Have a lovely day to you all!

Очень милая и уютная обстановка..Это комната какого-то мага-волшебника,в воздухе которой веет тайной и необычными знаниями..Очень бы хотела сюда попасть 🤗🍀🥀

Yk, to most people, it sounds weird when I say that I can concentrate on music like this. I wrote for one whole hour on my story. I am 15 and this is just wonderful. This helped me very much. Thank you very much.!❤❤

The song is so so beautiful but also makes me feels such deep sadness. I haven't been home in over a year, I'm so lonely and homesick and I just want to see some familiar faces. It's very hard being alone in a strange place you can't quite learn to feel comfortable in.

I think I've found it: my quintessential writing soundtrack. I keep coming back to this video again and again whenever I want to work on one of my stories - no matter what it is I'm writing. My only complaint is that it isn't long enough, lmao! Wonderful work - thank you for blessing RU-vid with this video :D :D

This brought tears to my eyes. This is all I'll ever ask for, a spot like this, to write, to read, to create, to be. This is the perfect scene, the perfect atmosphere, the perfect feeling for writers souls. While waiting to be on a spot like this, I'm going to use my ability to imagine myself in there, which is in all the favorable circumstances to blossom fully thanks to your video. Thank you. Thank you so much

I'm just imagining Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, and Ron Weasley up in Gryffindor Tower in the common room studying together. I'm also writing my own HP ship fanfic while listening to this. :)

I'm back, memorizing 41 sentences for tomorrow morning's recitation! Wish me all the best! 🙏 And astounding videos and music as always! I wish you a nice day! 😊

I usually do not like when sounds such as fire or a pencil scratching on paper are added to the music. However, this just seemed to fit perfectly, and not be as overpowering as some. Thank you.

This has been playing in my home nonstop for a month straight 🎄❤️

I wrote this in my journal on the spot: We have all just gotten back from our son's betrothal feast and I have put on my nightwear and just taken off my makeup when my husband walks in. He doesn't even take off his necktie and just plops down onto the bed watching me without a word. I take off my necklace, then my earrings, then I fumble around my head for the pins I had put in my hair earlier. As I take out every last pin my natural curled hair gets looser and looser, and my husband's smile gets wider and wider. He always loved my hair and loved seeing it down and loose. He gets up from his comfortable position and walks over to wrap one arm around my waist and the other plays with one of my curls between my jaw and ear in around his fingers, touching it ever so delicately. I slightly chuckled and turned around to sit him down on the bed and started to undo his necktie. He was about to reach up to my hands to let me know he could untie it on his own, but I smacked his hands away and continued with my work until his top half was only covered by his undershirt. He looked expectantly down at his belt buckle and pants but I gave him a knowing smile and left him there so I could go say goodnight to my son. He grumbled and when I had gotten back, he was already in bed. I climbed in behind him and moved his ebony hair peppered with gray out of the way so I could give him a kiss on the temple like I always did. I lightly pressed my lips against his head and snuggled him from behind wrapping my arm around his midsection. Before I fell asleep, he grabbed my hand, intertwined our fingers, and brought it up to his lips to give me a kiss on my knuckles like the gentlemen that he always was. And when he put my hand back, he let out a great sigh of contentment.

I genuinely thought it was raining outside for a second, love this.

I am mesmerized by this time capsule that you have provided us. It fills my body with comfort

adding ticking clock wold be amazing

I think I just found the perfect sound for me to focus and relax! And, the living historian in me loves feeling like I'm back in the Victorian era. I normally don't like ambience rooms with music, but this is just perfect for the atmosphere. The visuals, the sound, everything is beautiful and relaxing! I just wish it were longer though.

as a writer, I cannot express the amount of comfort this audio gave me.

Jo March is writing her life story. She takes a deep breath and is lead back to the memories, the painful memories, the regretful memories, and the joyful memories by a familiar hand. That hand hadn’t done a day’s work in it’s life, that hand belonged to her boy, her “Teddy.” (didn’t have time to write anything else) SHE AND LAURIE DESERVED EACH OTHER!!!(just saying lol)

It is my favorite of ambience ever.

I love this video so much and have it on all day and night. I wish I could live in this place with the dark old atmosphere, the old books, the rain and beautiful music. I imagine reading my old books there and believe it will inspire me to write as well. Thank you for this wonderful masterpiece.

Working on a research paper on Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde whilst I listen to this perfect music for the time. Thank you for creating this lovely sound for a writer's ear.

theres something oddly comforting in soft candlelit victorian rooms :)

This is such a lovely idea. Music for writing, researching, and dreaming. Thank you.

Really thanks for this experience " Alright Watson looks like we got ourselves a mystery"

I'm making my characters tortured while playing this calm music, am I the only one doing this?

Too much perfection in only one video.

High quality work here. A piece of art.

This is perfect! The music is not too loud or jazzy, it’s calming and relaxing. I play this as I work in the kitchen, transporting myself to a gentler pace of life.

Things at home haven't been easy and I've been under so much pressure with school, it's playlists like this that always help me cope and give me more inspiration to wanting to keep living and work hard not for someone else's happiness but my own.

I love this! You found my heaven.thank you.

I have a desk that comes from this period. It is in the garret of my new home and it is my favorite place to write and study. Thanks for providing me with lovely music to accompany my wordsmithing.

this actually helped me write i wish i was born in a different time period everything was so beautiful but look at the world now

Somehow my mood changes on a dime from anxious and unsure to calm and accepting. This is true magic as if the song is saying “today is not the end and as long as it is not the end there is possibility”

I cannot put together the right words to express how beautiful this is-- I was about to give up and let the lovely people in the comments express the feelings we all share, but I reached the end of the video and was filled with an overwhelming rush of appreciation. I haven't been productive for a while, and as soon as I clicked play for the first time, I knew this was the soundtrack that would change that. Your wonderful creation helped me gain the motivation to finish up one of my summer assignments and move on to the next without it feeling like torture. Quite the opposite, in fact! I'll definitely keep coming back here again and again-- I already am. Thank you :)

We want to be bestselling author but we don't want to feel our journey... Vintage writers never had dreamt of becoming NYK bestselling author, they wrote books for their pleasure, they enjoyed the experience of working on their masterpiece. That's why they are far more successful than today's authors. Dear friends, please don't rush to get published. Take time, don't get frustrated. Give your best. Maybe oneday I will get the opportunity to read your book(the masterpiece) Thanks.💙

This makes my mind drift to happier times when covid- 19 didn't exist. It's actually raining right now.

I started to play this as a bgm on my bluetooth speaker, while me and my mom had deep conv. It was raining and we can hear the sound of thunder, then the lightning. Sounds dramatic but i like it

Currently writing my first Victorian themed novel. I'll comment here again next year to tell you that it has been published already.

Perfect for getting cozy with a good mystery book! Love it!❤️💖💗🫶🏻

A pov I wrote so i can vibe while listening to this music. You hear the sound of a distant piano, and a violin accompanying it. You look around, you are in a cottage attic, that is covered wall to wall in books. Creating the perfect study, their is a desk on the far side of the room, with a window in front, looking out to a beautiful garden. You see a dark red, and very fuzzy rug on the ground in the center of a mostly barren floor. You look further into the room , drinking in it's beauty, knowing this is home. You look to your left to see a large grandfather clock, there almost as if it were an after thought to the decoration of the room. You think to yourself that this place will always be peaceful. You move into the room, and go towards the desk. The desk is indescribably beautiful, with hand carved detailing, and a dark complexation. Your hand runs along the edges of the desk, wondering if there is anything more perfect than this piece of furniture. You sit in a dark wood chair, while it's gloss shines in candle light, you take in the outside scenery. Though dark, a full moon shines bright enough to light up the whole garden. You notice the exquisite flowers growing there, in full bloom, and looking ever so shiny in the light. Suddenly you hear a voice. It alarms you, but still you stay at peace. Something about the room calms, even though you are startled. The voice calls again. Suddenly, as if you just now thought of another person, you remember that your wife was boiling water for tea. You feel silly, then call back to your wife, "I am here dear, in the attic." Your wife arrives to the attic, admiring it's beauty while she takes a chair on the far side of the room and brings it to the desk to sit with you, her one love. You feel like you could talk to her for hours on end, but instead you both take in the silent wonder of your new home. You think to yourself, "How did I manage to get a perfect life such as this." Then you remember that no matter where you are, as long as you're with your wife you will be happy. You look at your wife, thinking of your wedding day, and then thinking that even though that was a wonderful day, it had nothing on this wonderful moment. If you read this I hope you have the most wonderful day imaginable, and sleep well.

Love listening to this kind of music!!

It's hard being a great-great-great grandson of a Victorian woman. I am the 3rd great grandson of Dora Colbole (1894-1994). Being a Victorian descendant as well as a DISABLED Victorian man, it's hard. I was born 3 years after my great-great-great grandmother died, and listening to this beautiful music reminds me of grandma Dora. RIP Gram-Gram.

So classically Great.life music sometimes makes it sweet. Thank you Angel of music.

That Violin and Piano combo go to hard.

I can just imagine, late at night, Watson and Holmes would be sitting there, each in their own messy little armchair, researching deep into the case, while on the verge of falling asleep. Holmes drifting his head, being way too stoned to stay awake. While Watson rests his head to the side, eyes barely opened, as the soft music carries him away.

My My My! What ambiancé have I stumpled across? s the French themselves do say. Though I dwell in London, I do dream of visiting again; crossing the blue waters upon a ship so large, leaving the whites of Dover behind, altough it would only be temporary. I have no knowledge on the language and why I do consider myself a linguistical man I do not believe I could master such a dialect of grace. This sound is simply perfection, and as I listen to it whilst studying Bram Stoker's Dracula the rain outside my very window pours down, as do the readers once they have absorbed such a beatiful peace of writing such as one's current read. My good sir, or miss as the world is changing to accept everyone; including the Yanks, or the people of the Asia's, and even women! much to many of the older citizens disagreement, oh what a different time they lived in, I do wish to thank you for producing such a piece of work as it is has allowed me to endulge myself into many works of others and with high levels on concentration. I do hope you are living well, and if you so happen to need anything or stumble upon my front door step, then I shall help you and offer a warm cup of tea. Salutations and for now, I must depart.

what a good nap this gave me

You should consider uploading this content to spotify. I would be delighted to hear it always ✨

The absolute perfect accompaniment while reading about Charles Dickens. It's as if I'm sitting in his writing room, listening to his fountain pen mark the pages of stories that will live for generations. Thank you for this!