#ask louis bonnet

[ask-louis-bonnet]

i know a lot of people are really sad right now, so i’m gonna share some moments from the inn visit that i forgot to share.

i saw mom and stede sitting outside talking about something important. i dunno what they were saying but it looked really pretty so i drew it.

here’s wolf and stede the 16th.

sorry i stacked them. but it might make you smile.

here’s alma fighting off the ghost from our closet. that may sound bad, but sir unicorn seemed like he was actually having fun.

here’s alma cheating winning at cards. Doug was laughing.

and finally, me. the reigning champion of stede-stack.

i have more moments that i can share so feel free to ask me about them.

I hope this cheered you guys up a little,

And remember, art has always been something that keeps on growing. Even as we lose moments together, we gain a new path to make more. bouncing ideas and growing closer to ourselves, our community and our species as a human by creating and coming together. making art, no matter how much we have to sacrifice, will always be worth it.

… idk what that has to do with anything, and idk why i said all of that, but it’s true.

#ask louis bonnet #louis bonnet #ofmd #our flag means death #talk it through as a crew #stede bonnet #edward teach #blackbeard #alma bonnet #mary allamby bonnet #the askverse #blackbonnet #gentlebeard #ooc: ignore the tags this took a while let me live #izzy hands #israel hands #ghost izzy hands

[ourflagmeansgayrights]

I just had the best fanfic idea!  Stede and Ed quickly, having to figure out how to parent Alma and Louis because Mary is taking her boyfriend and girlfriend on vacation and the kids need to be watched for like a month and a half.

mary comes back and alma has really short hair and they say it's because she wanted to try a new style but it's actually because her hair got caught on fire at one point

#ask #scurvybarbie #ofmd #stede bonnet #edward teach #gentlebeard #mary allamby bonnet #alma bonnet #louis bonnet #mine

[tvgals]

‘ PRETTY IN PINK ‘

harvard professor! toji x black! elle woods! reader

getting into harvard law was a piece of cake, but somehow getting into your professors pants was harder!

cw: black! reader, age gap by like 15 years, set in 2001

ENJOY !

you pull your pink satin eye mask over your bonnet and stretch. today was the day, the day you’d finally get professor fushiguro to give in. you’ve had your eye on him since you were a freshman, his brood and sarcastic demeanor making him even more attractive. you hop out of your bed and start to get ready. after half an hour of doing what you need to do, you grab your bella louis vuitton tote and slide into your heels, walking out the door. arriving to your first class you’re already out of breath, not from the route there, of course not, but the fact your english teacher, is sitting on toji’s desk. laughing. you purse your lips together and stare, holding your designer purse in front of you. it didn’t take long for toji to notice the girl wearing all pink in his doorway.

“need something?” toji said in his oh so deep and gravely voice. “oh no! i was just about to ask a question but i see you’re already talking to someone. i’ll be on my way.” and with that you speed walk down the hall, the familiar clacking of your heels against the schools polished marble floor getting further and further. tears well in your eyes, but why? it’s not like you and toji are dating, and if you two were, you’d be sure you still wouldn’t let these fat tears roll down your face. you race to the bathroom and push your bottom eyelids up on the way, forcing them to close. once you arrive you take the biggest stall there is and sit on the toilet, hiding your face in your hands. after about six minutes of sulking by yourself, you hear another pair of heels clacking against the floor.

“y/n?” spoke your english teacher. “yes?” you respond, trying to make it seem as if you weren’t just crying. “toji doesn’t like crybabies. i know you’ve been trying to get in his pants and all, but don’t bring the whole class down because you can’t handle your urges.” and with that, she leaves, leaving you a dumbstruck mess. the day just started. it’s only 7:30 in the morning. you take a moment to regather yourself, and walk out. this has been terrible already. you walk into your first class and sigh, ten minutes late. you’ve never been late a day in your life! you plop down in an open seat and grab your notebook, jotting down notes when it’s needed. everyone has had their eyes on you since you’d came here, your bold style and personality attracting attention wherever you went. now was not a good day to have eyes all on you. your usual behavior being a stark contrast to your now sad and mopey one.

“y/n stay after class please.” you teacher slips in during a lecture, you were lucky you caught it unless you’d be in for a treat. class was over and you stood by your teachers desk. “yes?” you ask, fiddling with the straps of your purse. “you’re never late. is something wrong?” she asks. your calculus teacher was a nice old white lady who wore a huge pair of wired glasses. “nope. just tired from exams and stuff.” you chuckle, fidgeting with your hair. “okay okay. well, make sure you get your eight hours to stay beautiful.” she grins. you leave with a “thank you.” and go to your next class.

lunch rolled around and you decided to make your way into toji’s classroom, standing in the doorway as seductively as you could. “hey, toji.” you say, rocking back and forth on your heel. “y/n.” toji says without even looking up from the paper he was grading. “could i speak to you?” you ask, walking towards toji and stopping in front of his desk. toji looks up at you through his glasses a smirk adorning his face. “speak.” toji tells you, looking up at you fully. “is there anyway i could get extra credit?” you ask, putting your louis vuitton bag on his desk, starting to unbutton the top of your blazer. toji starts laughing, standing up and towering over you. you look up at him, swallowing hard.

“you think seducing me will get me to want you more?” he asks, pulling you into his body into the small of your back. he leans down into your ear, his breath hitting the shell of your ear. “because it’s working…” he says, trailing his hand down your skirt. you let out a sigh, bringing your arms around his neck. “lunch ends in 10 minutes…” you whine out, propping yourself against toji’s desk. toji looks up at you with a hungry stare. “better cum in 10 minutes then…” toji chuckled, pulling your panties to the side and slipping two fingers into your cunt with a groan. “look at you.” he grins. “what’s your grade?” toji asks, making casual conversation.

“a…b minus..” you whine, arching your back. “mmm…you’re a smart girl. i don’t have any idea how you have a b minus in my class. it’s as if you’ve been planning this for a while.” toji smiles, pumping his fingers faster. he was catching onto you. it was as if he knew your every move. when you only responded with breathy moans and a whine of “five minutes left…” toji grinned at you, curving his fingers — hitting that spongey spot in you. you arch your back and cum on toji’s finger with a high pitched moan. toji slaps his hand over your mouth and takes his fingers out of you, sucking on his fingers.

“go to class.” he says, popping his fingers from his plush lips.

#myatalks🫡 #black reader #blkshoyo #im black #i love being black #ilovemyfollowers #ilysm <3 #anime #being black #writing is my therapy #toji x reader #toji x you #toji x black reader #fushiguro toji x you #jjk x you #jjk x black!reader #jjk x fem!reader #jjk x black reader #jjk x plus size reader #jjk x reader #fushiguro toji x reader #toji fushiguro #toji smut #toji x y/n #fushiguro toji smut #fushiguro toji

[theyoungeragrippina]

✨ 15 gentlebeard fic recs ✨

i have spent the last month trawling the pages of ao3 for you, dear reader, to find the best ofmd fics. all the works on this list:

are longer-form (generally 40k+)

have no steddyhands (simply not my thing)

are generally, all around brilliant (well-written, had me kicking my feet and giggling, laughing, or crying)

are complete!

part 2 and part 3

A Heart Unsated by roughwinds

48k, explicit

"Stede Bonnet has just moved into Orange Crescent. There’s a house on the corner, opposite Stede’s own, with a garden full of flowers and a gleaming motorbike on the driveway. He’s forgotten to buy sugar.

Edward Teach has his morning disturbed by his new neighbour. Enamoured at first sight, he invites Stede round for a chat, and then another, and then another.

This is the story of them."

man i normally avoid fics with lots of alma and louis in them because its just not for me, but literally every second of the family bonding in this was so wholesome i was forced to change my entire mind.

all you left me was a pearl by @sightofsea

88k, mature

"1717. The Golden Age of Piracy. Stede Bonnet sets about wooing the love of his life through any means necessary.

Things do not go as planned."

every day i wish for a precise memory erasing potion to be invented so i can read this again for the first time. i would devour like 2000k more words of this if it was offered to me. brilliant.

forgive & forget by @fool-for-luv

44k, mature

"It hits him then, like a wave breaking on sand, loud as thunder when it crashes, then trickling away into little rivulets flowing back home, murmuring one word over and over and over. Ed.

The problem is, Stede doesn’t recall ever having met anyone named Ed."

so sweet and wonderful, and i wish there was more.

#gentlebeard is trending! by regional_catastrophe

41k, teen

"In which Stede accidentally convinces the pirating world that Gentlebeard (or Blackbonnet or Stedward; there's a poll) is canon, reunites his crew, and gets his boyfriend back."

hilarious & silly & great, but also the most compelling notes of any fic i've ever read. a proper learning experience.

if music be the food of love (then darling, you're a feast) by @fool-for-luv

107k, unrated

"“Hey, so, those two, right, they get together in the end?” Ed asks.

“I would protest spoiling it, but I think it's rather obvious, isn't it?” Stede says. His nose wrinkles as he smiles. “The tension is certainly there from the beginning. It just takes them a while to get there.”

“Good. Would have been a shit story otherwise.""

i love sassy stede and i love ed who is a grump and i love that they share one single braincell at any given time.

If You Were Mine to Keep by @mysterybees

162k, explicit

"Caught between the gallows and the end of an English sword, Ed accepts the Act of Grace: marry into the aristocracy, leave the English ships alone, and live to sail another day. But who in their right mind would ever agree to marry the mad devil pirate Blackbeard?"

Worth every second of tiredness I felt after pulling an all nighter to finish reading.

It's Only Right by hexuponye

53k, explicit

"A modern AU based on Imagine Me & You, in which Edward is a florist who does the flowers for Stede's wedding."

mary gets to be a little silly sometimes too as a treat.

pliocene by unfortunatelyobsessed

75k, mature

""man, it's just ocean for miles.” Ed motions out to the waves, where there is no sign of any sort of ship, their small dinghy pulled far up on the sand. “I told you when the clouds look like seagulls you take fuckin' cover. Goddamn ocean mutinied me.”"

william golding wishes he did something this brilliant and significant when he wrote Lord of the Flies. the best deserted island story.

quite a career shift by @stedesparasol

157k, explicit

"Stede's been posting book reviews on Youtube for two months now. It's taken him that long to finally get a comment, and the person it comes from is rather unexpected."

rip stede you would've LOVED booktube. furious i can never really watch his content.

Semaphore by komodobits

124k, explicit

"Talking things through as a crew is easier said than done, and honest communication has never really been Stede’s strong suit. When it comes to Ed, he is willing to try."

so good that i was properly and truly laughing and gasping and 'oh no-ing' out loud while i read it.

Such Joie de Vivre by @louciferish

94k, explicit

"Professional thief Edward Teach is tired of hole in the wall apartments, shitty pub food, and skipping town every few months to keep the cops off their tail. He’s well past the age he meant to flee the country and retire, and all he needs is One Last Job to set him up for life. When he hears that some rich bastard outside of town has just the sort of treasure he’d trade his good knee for, Ed sets out in disguise to get the lay of the land."

i (so so foolishly) avoided reading this for a while because i simply didn't think i was one for nanny aus. i was so, terribly wrong. don't make the same mistakes i did. showstopping. incredible stuff.

The Chains of Flowers are Fragile Things by @grandmastattoo

62k, explicit

"Stede can't see the shop he's inherited from his late father as anything other than a burden, another insult added to a life that's going nowhere fast. Then he meets the charismatic man who owns the tattoo studio next door, and Stede finds himself forced to consider the idea of home."

maybe i love tattoo shop owner ed fics, sue me. i love this stede and i love his embarrassing mistake tattoo.

The Love Experiment by karawrites

65k, mature

a married at first sight (aus) au. i didn't know i needed it until i read it.

Water/line by @the-gentleman-mermaid

60k, teen

"During a raid on a smuggler ship, Ed finds a merman named Stede locked in the hold."

So good that I would actually pay the author real person money to do a similar story but where Ed is the mermaid.

Where the Daylight Begins by @xoxoemynn

116k words, explicit

"Modern day AU slow burn featuring a pining Ed, a clueless Stede, found family, roughly a million animals, and a very magical house."

This one sort of gave me House on the Cerulean Sea vibes; it was so much fun and genuinely necessitates a proper use of the word whimsical.

#i will add more as i keep reading!! #pls send me recs too i have brainrot so all the media i consume has to be about pirates rn #hopefully there is at least one thing in here you haven't read before! #thanks for listening #if your fic is on this list know that i love you #our flag means death #ofmd #gentlebeard #gentlebeard fic recs #gentlebeard fanfic #blackbonnet #blackbonnet fic recs #blackbonnet fanfic

[ask-stede-bonnet]

@merryfinches tagged me to make myself in this picrew!

Tagging: @ask-edward-teach @ask-mary-bonnet @ask-louis-bonnet @ask-alma-bonnet @ask-calico-jack

#ask stede bonnet

[lemonlyman-dotcom]

Thank you for the tags @heartstringsduet @honeybee-taskforce @sznofthesticks @carlos-in-glasses @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut & @ladytessa74 💕 I am still dying and I’m wishing Paul’s grandma could make me some spicy soup to heal me.

“Man, get away from me,” Paul laughs, playfully pushing TK by the arm. “Go harass your fiancé, let me cook in peace.”

Marjan and Carlos have started an assembly line of peeling and cubing potatoes, when Paul pushes him away from the stove, TK skips over and joins them.

“Being good, cariño?” Carlos asks with a wink, picking up TK’s left hand and dropping a quick kiss to his ring finger.

They eat in the living room. TK sits on the floor in front of Carlos, leaning back against his legs and humming appreciatively at the savory taste of the curry. The spice of the habanero leaves him a bit red faced, but that doesn’t stop him from going back for seconds.

While they eat, Paul tells them about his grandmother, about all the hours he spent in the kitchen with her, how she sparked his love of cooking as a kid, and how cooking in adulthood helped him feel close with her after she passed away. Alongside her famous curry she also taught him how to make aloo pies, pastelles and spiced marinated fruit. When Paul was a teenager, she loved teasing his friends when they came over. Goading them into trying big bites of her Trini pepper sauce — the signature bright yellow hot sauce found in every Trinidadian mom’s cupboard, flavored with spicy scotch bonnet. Then she’d laugh when they beelined to the kitchen sink for a glass of water, telling them “ay, you know it’s good when it burns both ways!”

Tagging @chicgeekgirl89 @thisbuildinghasfeelings @bonheur-cafe @welcometololaland @strandnreyes @whatsintheboxmh @your-catfish-friend @inkweedandlizards @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @alrightbuckaroo @kiwichaeng @carlos-tk @vineofroses @literateowl @freneticfloetry @orchidscript @guardian-angle22 @my-little-tilly @tinyluminaryzombie @basilsunrise @louis-ii-reyes-strand @herefortarlos @apothecarose @rmd-writes @thebumblecee @theghostofashton @reyesstrand @itsrandomnobody7 @liminalmemories21 @lightningboltreader @iboatedhere @never-blooms @ambiguouspenny @paperstorm @noxsoulmate @detective-giggles @decafdino & OPEN TAG 🏷️

#tarlos #tarlos fic #911 lone star fic #paul strickland #Marjan & TK #seven sentence sunday

[ask-uncle-fang]

I was tagged by @ask-louis-bonnet, so here I am!

It's not exact... because I don't think I am this cute in real life. Don't be fooled!

#ofmd

[ask-louis-bonnet]

What was it like meeting Blackbeard??

he’s nothing like the books.

he’s way better.

#ask louis bonnet #louis bonnet #ofmd #edward teach #ed teach #eddie valiant #also wolf

[clouisluvr]

OOH! Yaya! Could you do cuddling with Louis hc?💖

hi! i'd absolutely love to !! ^-^ gonna add a couple general nighttime ones too ...

louis is a chronic cuddler, he's an affection addict!! touch is without a doubt his primary love language (along w gift giving) so he adores cuddling

wears a bonnet to sleep Because i said so. its probably light pink or maybe green

doesn't strike me as the type of guy who likes sleeping shirtless tbh .. probably prefers a long sleeve tee and boxers! also he's a lil quirky and maybe sleeps w socks on (i personally HATEE sleeping with socks on but louis probably irrationally fears demons ticklin his toes at night😭)

the type of person who can't sleep with ANYY light or background noise. like yalls room is pitch black and silentt at night. he might even sleep with an eye mask lmao - i dont think he's a naturally deep sleeper so his bedtime routine is perfectly planned so he can get his rest yup!! when you comment on just how extensive his nighttime routine is he'll tell you, "beautiful people need beauty sleep!"

definitely the type of cuddler who wants to practically be inside your skin LMAO. tries to cuddle by just tangling all your limbs and pressing up as close as possible but it tends to be impractical and a lil uncomfortable (and he's always disappointed that every night, no matter how hard he tries, smushing your arms and legs together is just as uncomfortable as the night before)

so instead you guys opt for spooning! louis absolutely enjoys being little spoon but also loves the feeling of you in his arms

alternatively, i think he'd also love you laying on his chest :( he probably uses his arm as a makeshift pillow to prop his head up and puts his other arm on your back

when you're laying on his chest, the warm smell of vanilla and cocoa butter coming from him is incredibly comforting to you. louis smells AMAZING, you cannot tell me otherwise.. you also stare at him and take in every detail - all his freckles, his clear dewy skin, how perfect his brows and lashes are ... night time makes you remember how insanely beautiful your boyfriend is!!

1000% absentmindedly traces shapes onto your skin, most likely musical notes! he'd probably compose entire songs on the small of your back lmao

he's a BITER! louis absolutely gets cuteness aggression (if you're not sure what that is, it's when humans get all aggressive when we see something cute! same reason we wanna pinch babies cheeks and squeeze kittens.. such a hilariously adorable part of human nature to me lmao)

so he probably softly monches and nibbles on your arm and it definitely tickles and feels funny but you let it slide

you guys definitely have long winded conversations before bed! not necessarily always deep and meaningful, in fact more often then not they're probably the most RIDICULOUS conversations you can imagine

once your conversations die down and you both start getting sleepy he starts humming. i think sometimes you may even ask him to hum a specific song for you and he absolutely would

so many soft kisses :( esp if you're in the laying on his chest position. when both your breaths start to slow and your eyes start to droop, he uses his last bits of energy to cup your face and give you the sweetest kisses. always gazes lovingly at you when you pull apart.

he looks dazed and his eyes are hooded and he's absolutely ready to melt into the sheets and you want him to rest but it doesn't stop him from asking you for just oneee more kiss

im always on here at like 12am when im sleepy and can't be asked to properly check over for typos so i apoligise in advance! was listening to the immunity album by clairo and i was twirlin my hair a bit writing this LMAO. i think louis would be an amazing person to cuddle with💗 thank you so much for your request i really appreciate it and hope you enjoy!

#twdg x reader #louis twdg x reader #louis twdg #the walking dead game #the walking dead game x reader #twdg fanfic #twdg fanfiction #twdg s4 #twdg headcanon #twdg louis

[ourflagmeansgayrights]

I’ve seen Izzy/Louis. Especially with him as Con’s age and Louis aged up to like 17…

WHAT IS HAPPENING

#ask #anon #mine #ofmd fandom crit #txt #og #izzy hands #louis bonnet #someone tell me what the correct way to trigger tag this shit is

[my-deer-history]

Francis Kinloch in Müller's letters to his family

These extracts are from Johannes von Müller: Sämmtliche Werke, volume 7 (1810).

My translations here, original German and French transcriptions below the cut. I have added some paragraph breaks for legibility.

From the introductory Lebensgeschichte, von ihm selbst beschrieben (Biography, as described by himself)

Meanwhile, at the home of Charles Bonnet, for whom and whose wife he [Müller] developed the tender attachment of a son and who was treated as such by them, he met a young man from South Carolina, Francis Kinloch. He had an extraordinary thirst for knowledge, a great fire, many fine qualities and very pleasant morals. 

They determined a plan to live together; every day, for several hours in the morning, they would study Tacitus and Montesquieu, or any other authors found worthy enough to stand beside them, and in the rest of the time, the one friend would read Blackstone and other English or American books, and the other would study Swiss documents, and on top of that, between spending time in the company of Bonnet and others, they would alternate between Roman, French and English classics. 

Tronchin was too much Müller’s friend to keep him from this plan, and even more pleased was Kinloch’s guardian, Thomas Boone - the former governor of South Carolina, and at the time the director of the large London Custom-house, a man in whom, in thirty years of acquaintance, Müller never found fault, though he always found exemplary reason, firmness and generosity. 

The friends lived for a year and a half in a modest country house on the hill of Chambeisy, surrounded by the highest mountains in the old world, the majesty of Lac Leman*, the incomparable culture of the shore, enjoying the masterworks of the human spirit, in daily association with Bonnet, but also with Voltaire, and brought together for a while with Mr Alleyne Fitzherbert, who was already developing the talents with which he later shone as Lord St Helens. After that, the storms of the North American revolution tore them apart.

*Also known as Lake Geneva.

Undated, 1775, Müller to his sister

After this little introduction, I ask you to take a map of the Geneva region to hand. Here, on the Swiss side of the lake on the border of Geneva on French land, lies the town of Chambesis – on a hill that overlooks the lake, all of the estates, the entire republic and the glaciers. Now take the map of America. Here is Charlestown, the capital of Carolina. And here on the third map is Scotland; in the middle of which lives an ancient family called Kinloch; one of these left Europe at the time of the civil war of the Stuart kings, and found with many others there a beautiful country and freedom. One of these Kinlochs now commands 1200 negroes, and is a gentleman of great standing and much greater spirit and character; he is twenty years old. 

He came to Geneva; in the last 5 to 6 months, we have seen each other for 23 hours each day and read the most profound writers together. Through this, we got to know and love each other’s characters. 

Mr Kinloch has rented a small country house with six rooms in Chambesis, and is paying 12 new Louis d’or a month for this and table, breakfast and supper, for the next five summer months. In this solitude, he wants to study. He has such a noble character that he is highly estimated by everyone. Lord North, the prime minister of the king of England, is very fond of him; K risked his life for his son and saved him from mortal danger. 

He has invited me to move in with him, and to spend this summer in the lap of scholarship and friendship. We would read and study together, occasionally go into the mountains, occasionally to Pays de Vaud. [...] And [Tronchin*], who loves me, and wants to see and promote my happiness, gave his permission, and his two children will spend this half of the year in a boarding house in the city and learn there. Thus, Mr Tronchin and they and I and Nassau and Bonnet and Kinloch are all content, and I will still see Mr Tronchin at Bessinge once every eight days.

*Müller was employed as a tutor to Tronchin’s two young children at the time.

Undated, 1775, Tronchin to Müller’s father

Have no concern, sir, about your son; everybody loves him, he is lively and good, his conduct has always been very wise, and all of our men of letters would vouch for him. The choice that he makes, to go and live with Mr Kinlock [sic] shall not, I hope, be without utility for him. He is a young man who has lived here for a long time, and who is generally and singularly esteemed both by his compatriots and by the Genevese, whether for his morals or for his character. The desire that he has to benefit from your son’s knowledge must be a guarantee of what I have told you.

From the introductory Lebensgeschichte, von ihm selbst beschrieben (biography, as described by himself)

Indeß lernte Müller bei Karl Bonnet, für den und dessen Gemahlin er die zärtliche Anhänglichkeit eines Sohnes faßte, und von welchen er ganz wie ein solcher behandelt wurde, einen Jüngling aus Süd - Carolina, Francis Kinloch, kennen. Dieser hatte eine ungemeine Wißbegier, viel Feuer, viele Güte und sehr angenehme Sitten. Es entstand ein Plan des Beisammenlebens; täglich sollten in ein paar Morgenstunden Tacitus und Montesquieu, und wenn etwa noch einer würdig erfunden würde neben diesen zu stehen, in den übrigen von dem einen Freunde Blackstone und andere englische oder amerikanische Bücher, von dem andern die schweizerischen Urkunden studiert, und hierauf zwischen Bonnets und anderer Gesellschaft, und Durchlesung römischer, französischer und englischer Klassiker abgewechselt werden. Zu sehr war Tronchin Müller's Freund, um ihn hievon abzuhalten, und noch mehr freute sich Kinloch's Vormund, Thomas Boone, gewesener Gouverneur von Süd- Carolina, noch jetzt Director des großen Londner Custom-house's, ein Mann, an welchem in dreißigjährigem Verhältniß Müller nie einen Fehler, wohl aber vortreflichen Verstand, Festigkeit und Edelmuth immer gleich gefunden hat. Auf dem Hügel von Chambeisy in einem bescheidenen Landhause, dem aber die höchsten Gebürge der alten Welt, die Pracht des lemanischen Sees, die unvergleichliche Cultur der Ufer entgegenlagen, im Genuß der Meisterstücke des menschlichen Geistes, im tåglichen Umgange Bonnets, auch mit Voltaire, und eine Zeitlang vereiniget mit Herrn Alleyne Fitzherbert, welcher die Talente schon entwickelte, durch welche er nach diesem als Lord St. Helens in den größten Geschäften geglänzt, so lebten die Freunde bei anderthalb Jahre. Hierauf rissen die Stürme der nordamerikanischen Revolution sie auseinander.

Undated, 1775, Müller to his sister

Nach dieser kleinen Einleitung bitte ich dich, eine Karte vom Genfergebiet zur Hand zu nehmen. Hier auf der Schweizerseite des Sees an den Genfergränzen auf französischem Boden liegt das Dorf Chambesis, auf einer Höhe, welche den See, alle Landgüter, die ganze Republik und die Eisberge übersieht. Nun nimm die Karte von Amerika. Hier ist Charlestown, die Hauptstadt von Karolina. Und hier auf der dritten Karte ist Scotland; in der Mitte desselben wohnt ein altes Geschlecht, genannt Kinloch; einer aus demselben verließ Europa zur Zeit der innerlichen Kriege der Könige Stuart, und fand mit vielen andern daselbst ein schönes Land und die Freiheit. Einer von diesen Kinlochs gebeut nun 1200 Négern, und ist ein Herr von Stand und noch weit größerm Geist und Charakter; er ist zwanzig Jahre alt. Er kam nach Genf; letzte 5—6 Monate haben wir uns alle Tage 23 Stunden gesehen und mit einander die tiefsinnigsten Schriftsteller gelesen. Hiedurch haben wir einer des andern Charakter kennen gelernt und lieb gewonnen. Herr Kinloch hat in Chambesis ein kleines Landhaus mit sechs Zimmern gemiethet, und zahlt hiefür und Tafel, Morgens und Abendessen, künftige fünf Sommermonate hindurch monatlich 12 neue Louis d'ors. In dieser Einsamkeit will er studieren. Er hat einen so edlen Charakter, daß er von jedermann hochgeschätzt wird. Er ist sehr beliebt bei Lord North, erstem Staatsminister des Königs von England; dessen Sohn hat K. einst aus Todesgefahr gerettet und sein eignes Leben für ihn gewagt. Er hat mich eingeladen zu ihm zu ziehen, und diesen Sommer im Schooß der Wissenschaften und der Freundschaft zuzubringen. Wir würden mit einander lesen und studieren, bisweilen in die Berge gehen, bisweilen ins Pays de Vaud. [...] Und [Tronchin], welcher mich liebt und mein Glück gern sieht und befördert, gab seinen Willen, und seine zwei Kinder werden dies halbe Jahr in einer Pension in der Stadt bleiben und daselbst lernen. So daß also Herr Tronchin und sie und ich und Nassau und Bonnet und Kinloch, wir alle zusammen zufrieden sind, und ich Herrn Tronchin dennoch alle acht Tage einmal zu Bessinge sehe.

Undated, 1775, Tronchin to Müller’s father

Ne soyez, Monsieur, d'ailleurs point en peine de Mr. Votre fils; tout le monde l'aime, il est vif et bon, sa conduite a toujours été très sage, et tous nos gens de lettres en font le plus grand cas. Le parti qu'il prend, d'aller vivre avec Mr. Kinlock ne sera pas, j'espère, sans utilité pour lui. C'est un jeune homme qui demeure ici depuis long tems, et qui y est généralement et singulièrement estimé tant par ses compatriotes que par les Genevois, soit pour ses moeurs, soit pour son caractère. Le désir qu'il a de profiter des lumières de Mr. Votre fils, Vous doit être un garant de ce que je Vous dis.

#francis kinloch #johannes von müller #charles bonnet #queer history #18th century history

[archduchessofnowhere]

i just want one ONE adaptation where sisi wears her iconic mourning gown, is it too much to ask for?!?!?

Hi! I think you mean this one right?

I agree, I can't believe it hasn't made it to any adaptation yet. I'd love to see what it looks like in action! In fact, I'd love if any of these adaptations showed the "mourning culture" that existed at the Habsburg court, because I personally find it fascinating and it would show one of the ways life at court could be restrictive.

I've seen people commenting on how this somewhat creepy (but fabulous, imo) dress is a result of Elisabeth's personal "eccentric" tastes, and that is just not true. This was a conventional mourning dress. The reason why so many of the empress' dresses that survived are black is because there was a mandatory mourning period at court every time a relative died. And the Habsburg family was HUGE, so they were constantly in and out of mourning (just in 1867 at least five relatives died). The mourning period depended on the rank and proximity of the deceased person, but in cases of "deep grief" it lasted three months in which women could only wear black, with no accessories, and had to be fully veiled in public. You can see this dressing code at Franz Josef's funeral, which Empress Zita attended fully veiled in black:

Unsurprisingly, some people at court found this strict dressing code bothersome, especially when they were in mourning for a distant relative they barely knew. The British governess of Archduchess Erzsi, Rudolf's daughter, complained about this to a friend in a letter dated May 10, 1897, when they had to do mourning for Elisabeth's sister Sophie Charlotte:

Three weeks quite black, and three weeks black and grey, for the Duchess of Alençon. Is it not trying just as one has got one's summer things? I always make up my mind to buy no more coloured clothes, but hats and bonnets — one cannot be always in black.

And not just the governess, Erzsi herself was unhappy to wear hot mourning clothing during summer for a great-aunt she had little if no contact at all:

We had, a few days after our arrival [at Laxemburg], the questionable pleasure of a visit from the Archduke Louis Victor, the youngest brother of the Emperor. He was a confirmed gossip and repeated everything he saw and heard to the Emperor. In this instance we were particularly annoyed, as the weather being so hot and the Archduchess hating her mourning for the Duchess d'Alençon, we had allowed her to put it off when just amongst ourselves. But the Archduke would spare no one who offended, not even a little fatherless girl, were she to violate the least particle of the strict Austrian etiquette.

There wasn't a way around the mourning dressing code, as Erzsi discovered: you just had to do it, no matter the heat, or if you even knew the deceased person.

#sorry for the ramble! i just wish the mourning etiquette was shown more in the adaptations #instead of the nonsensical ''the empress can only wear a pair of shoes once'' #empress elisabeth of austria #archduchess elisabeth marie of austria #empress zita of austria #house of habsburg #fashion #asks

[ask-stede-bonnet]

@ask-louis-bonnet Did you get the crickets I sent you?

#If you haven't received them by now a certain company has a strongly worded letter in their future #ask stede bonnet #ofmd #our flag means death

[0junemeatcleaver0]

Anonsense: A Deconstruction of a Bad Faith Argument

I honestly don't know why I'm even posting this. Will it be helpful for people who don't know how to immediately clock a bad faith argument? The people pleasers who might feel compelled to answer every anon no matter what? I hope so.

Do I have a bit of a bee in my bonnet after being woken up at 4am because I forgot to silence my phone only to see this bullshit after living through the most stressful week of my fucking life?? Also yes.

Whatever. At best this is a learning moment, at worst it's an opportunity to point and laugh at someone who thinks they deserve a Nobel Peace Prize for failing at being real pussy cunt-cunt in a stranger's inbox.

I am confused. You haven't watched the show but you hate the show...? Correct! You can, in fact, hate a thing you've only gotten a taste of. I saw the trailer (you know, the thing networks release to get you interested in a show?) and didn't care for what they were doing. That opinion was only cemented when I saw the ridiculous clip of Louis chasing a fucking goat around.

Something fans of colour especially black fans talk of so enthusiastically and fondly? You're right, VC fans of color are all a monolith and all enjoy the show. And the fact that I--a rando white person--hate the show is mortally wounding to them all. This is in no way infantalizing to fans of color, to imply that I somehow have enough power as some random person to ruin their good time by making posts about how silly I think this show is--posts I don't tag so that fans of the show don't have to see them.

And these fans aren't always show onlies. I know. I've talked to a few of them. They seem nice.

Idk if this ask is going to come off as bait Yes you do. You absolutely know that. And if you didn't know that, that was your clue to go back to the drawing board re: how to phrase what you meant in a good faith way.

-think of it as you will How kind of you. Thanks for the permission.

but this...you realize this comes off as some type of way, don't you? Only to the people who are actively looking to be upset, yes. And I don't care about those people. They are not of my concern.

You have had an ask that you published where the anon says they don't care that "certain demographics" of people are loving AMC. That's very very sus. 'Very very sus'. Am I suddenly on Twitter? Anyway. You do realize that book-only fans are constantly accused of belittling all show fans no matter what we say, right? That it's much more likely that anon said "certain demographics" meaning "the fraction loud, obnoxious fans who will accuse you of being immoral for not liking the show" and "people who never read the books and have nothing to compare it to" and not as some dogwhistle to mean "fans of the global majority", right? Also, my memory is shit. I may have used that phrase and if so, see the above reasoning for why I used it but also if I didn't: Why am I being held accountable for a random person's choice of wording?? I'm not anon's mom.

I don't particularly care if you answer or not. I'm sure. That's why you wrote an essay in my inbox. To not get a response.

If you block. I did. Fuck outta here.

I just had to put it there. Did you? What was the goal in this? Do you even know?

Maybe this is rude as per tumblr etiquettes. It's pretty rude regardless, but hey what do I know. I'm no Emily Post.

But this was just so odd as I am new to both the book and show fandom and while going through blogs I found yours So what I'm hearing is you're missing a lot of context for what's been going on around here and you've not realized that, is what I'm hearing. And you're either purposefully ignoring of didn't wait to find the many, many posts I've made detailing why I personally think the show is bad, why I think the white cishet frat bro turned wanna be auteur showrunner is doing a bad job of including characters of color in the text, the reblogs of fans of color who have brought up similar points, etc?

Stretch before you reach this hard, anon.

#talk hard #anonsense

[carmillas-girlfriend]

🎨 and 🐍 for the ask game :)

Thank you for playing my silly little game!

Mary Allamby Bonnet - I REALLY love Mary!! I know a lot of people are like "theyre three apples tall :)" about characters they really love and that is Mary to me. She was so real for KNOWING that Stede had left and hadn't died but starting a Widows Support Group anyway. I wish her a long and happy life with Doug, Alma, and Louis. I know she will because she has all of Stede's money now. Also I've read a couple Stede/Ed/Mary fics and they're rolling around in my head now if anyone cares.

Archie - I headcanon that Archie has Jack's Disease and is actually only four years old.

I remember Madeleine Sami posting on their insta that Archie was a "big, dumb joy" to play and that is a characterization that I wholeheartedly agree with. I wonder how Archie ended up being picked up by Ed's crew but I'm glad that it happened! I also wonder what kind of fuck ass life she must have led before being picked up by the crew where she's telling a story about being stuck inside of a snake with a HUGE smile on her face and then the explanation "you know cuz it was my birthday! 😃"

On a more serious note, I am also wondering more about Archie's backstory for specifically her actions during the suicide/mutiny night. Ed threatens to kill the entire crew unless Jim and Archie fight to the death, and Jim is immediately arguing with him "your crazy, I'm not doing that, yadda yadda" and then ARCHIE JUST FUCKING DECKS JIM. and then they DO fight a lot. But it's only when Archie is laid out on the deck and Jim is about to kill Archie in an attempt to save the crew that Archie says, "it's okay, its just life". I really wonder what is going on in her head. How much of it is something from her past that makes her feel like her life is so....not valuable? How much of it is her trying to sacrifice herself to save the crew? And how much is it from being on Trauma Crew with the Kraken so long that she also may be suicidal?

#ofmd ask game #mary allamby bonnet #archie