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magsinhiding · 7 months

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Every time I rewatch Pride and Prejudice I have more and more empathy for Mrs. Bennett. She probably had some kind of anxiety disorder on top of dealing with an ungrateful family that had about ten percent of the necessary panic about marrying her daughters to wealthy men. Often she’s viewed as some silly woman with vapors when she has all this responsibility and zero power to literally keep her family from becoming homeless when her husband dies.

Panic attacks under such conditions are rather an expectation.

#also Mr Collins #yes he had no personality and was a kiss ass #but he went out of his way to marry one of the bennetts when he literally had zero reason to #just because he genuinely felt bad about it #and he appreciates a good boiled potato #let she who has not kissed up to her most esteemed patroness cast the first stone #I think Austen did this all intentionally #esp when she recreated this scenario in Sense and Sensibility #we can find our mothers ridiculous and have great empathy for the circumstances that cause it

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bethanydelleman · 4 months

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New Year's Resolutions for Jane Austen Characters (mid-novel) Part 2

George Wickham: Marry a heiress. Stop gambling lol, as if, that's what marrying the heiress is for.

Lady Catherine: Convince Darcy to follow through with his duty and honour of marrying my daughter Anne. Learn pianoforte

William Collins: Continue in the esteem of my patroness, Lady Catherine de Bourgh in order to secure additional livings. My wonderful partner in life joins me in this goal.

Charlotte Collins: Convince husband to spend as much time in the garden as possible. Secure extra livings in order to gain more Mr. Collins-free time.

Georgiana Darcy: Practice harp at 10am sharp every day until fingering improves

Mrs. Jennings: Marry off every eligible girl within sight, beginning with the Miss Dashwoods.

Fanny Dashwood: 1. Suck up to mom to secure inheritance 2. Keep Edward & Elinor apart at all costs, 3. Hang out with this Steele girl to make Elinor jealous

John Willoughby: 1. Marry an heiress before my entire life explodes 2. Worm my way back into Mrs. Smith's good graces. 3. Marianne???

Sir John Middleton: 1. Go hunting 2. Host parties and balls 3. Make sure my tenants in Barton cottage are happy (Not actually goals, just what he does anyway)

Lady Middleton: Maintain the propriety of my great house and title while spoiling my children

John Thorpe: 1. Marry that rich heiress I so cleverly secured 2. Buy and sell horses for extravagant prices 3. Attend Belle & James's wedding (If I have time)

Isabella Thorpe: ❤️❤️❤️ Marry Captain Frederick Tilney ❤️❤️❤️

Jane Fairfax: *hands back the paper blank and blushes*

Frank Churchill: MARRY THE LOVE OF MY LIFE JANE FAIRFAX um, some girl I know. Don't tell my aunt, please

Mr. Elton & Mrs. Elton: keep being the hottest couple in Highbury *high five*

Dr. Grant: Eat a lot of yummy dinners (same goal since he was born)

Julia Bertram: Catch a better husband than Maria Keep partying with Maria

Mrs. Price: hire better servants, have Rebecca fix that carpet... I really have the worst servants in Portsmouth, it's a tragedy... (we cut off her complaints here)

William Price: MAKE LIEUTENANT

Sir Thomas: Finally figure out how to make Tom stay at home and do his duty as the eldest son. All the other kids are doing very well so I have nothing to improve there.

Sir Walter: There is nothing I would ever change about the amazing person that is myself.

Elizabeth Elliot: Marry Mr. Elliot and reestablish myself as the mistress of Kellynch

Lady Russell: encourage Anne to marry Mr. Elliot, read all new poetry publications

Mr. Elliot: Keep Sir Walter from marrying that vile seductress so I stay in the line of succession

Mrs. Clay: Marry Sir Walter, at all costs

Part 1

#jane austen #mansfield park #pride and prejudice #northanger abbey #sense and sensibility #persuasion #emma #happy new years #new years resolution

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covenlegacy · 2 years

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can you please give us some spicy details on future spouses of all the members of BTS?

taehyung

Dated or flirted with a married man. Most likely she could blackmail him with this. She could also be him for money or gifts. There was also some kind of bad sexual experience, or just a toxic relationship.

jungkook

He can write fan fiction, make films. She realizes her fantasies into reality. It can be both creativity and a situation. And the point is that she's afraid to dream? Apparently some of her fantasies came to life, and scared / disappointed her. She was in a toxic relationship, from which she escaped into the world in her head, or literally ran away.

suga

A lover of porn. She likes to be looked at, she notices when someone is spying on her, pays attention. Maybe there was a bad sexual experience. Fantasized about someone "forbidden".

Most likely, she had experience of phone sex, and various kinds of sex without physical contact. Most likely, she is so flattering her self-esteem. Hardly interested in sex as such. A possible bad experience in sex.

hoseok

Home video. Most likely, she dabbled in drugs, or there was something in altered states of consciousness. Domestic violence. Possible miscarriage due to beatings.

jin

Humiliated because of love. Most likely she was a lover, and tried to tie him to her with all her might. Manipulated, gave gifts, tried to become a patroness. Maybe she ruined her reputation a lot because of this. Spying on the phone, eavesdropping, watching him.

jimin

Shooting a home video. Leaking some information to someone. There are many different desires/fantasies about sex.

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skzsauce01 · 2 years

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The First Step

Synopsis: To be fond of dancing was a certain step towards falling in love. Or, a dance with the object of your disdain is more appealing than a conversation with the object of your displeasure. Regency AU/Pride and Prejudice AU inspired by @/mocimori’s art of Chan as Darcy.

Warning: one mention of gin

Word Count: 2.5k

Pairing: Elizabeth Bennet!reader x Darcy!Bang Chan featuring Bingley!Felix and Jane Bennet!Yeji

The greatest mistake you have made in your life is believing that your mother had your best interests at heart. If she truly did, you would not be listening to Mr. Hwang regale you with tales of his esteemed patroness, the good, gracious Lady Suzy Bae. After your mother gifted your hand to him for the first two dances, you feigned exhaustion when you arrived at Netherfield Park. The ball barely began, but your dear sister fortunately explained your fatigue from too much sun during last afternoon’s long walk. And being the gentleman he is, Mr. Hwang offered to wait until you found yourself better rested, never mind that there were other ladies he could have danced with.

Now you solemnly nod at her ladyship’s latest act of charity. You have never wished ill upon another person, but you dare hope that a lady catches his gaze, and he finds himself enchanted by her. Then you shall be free for at least half an hour before he inevitably returns. The only benefit to this conversation is that you are in perfect view of the dance floor. Yeji and Mr. Lee look absolutely enamored with each other.

The music ends with a dreadful finality as the couples cheer, then part ways. Mr. Lee asks Yeji for a second dance, and beneath her composure, you sense her delight. Mr. Hwang notes this as well, and before he can do the same, you declare that you shall like some punch.

You slip into the eddying crowd around the refreshment room and out the other entrance where you find a moment of respite. Your neighboring friend, Ryujin Shin, nearly leaps up from her chair when she spots you.

“I have scarcely seen you all week. Where have you been all evening? Your sisters are dancing, and you are nowhere to be seen!”

You inform of your cousin’s generosity, and she sympathetically smiles. While the two of you walk around the hall, recounting the latest news about the soldiers staying in Meryton, you nearly forget about Mr. Hwang, awkward and solemn even among merry guests, until he appears at the opposite end of the room. You grab Ryujin’s arm and make to turn in the opposite direction before he notices you. But you are unfortunate and have to wait in mortification as Mr. Hwang takes stiff, measured steps towards you. Ryujin has the kindness to voice her condolences.

“I do believe I have run out of excuses,” you murmur to your friend. “Do you have any suitable ones?”

She quickly glances at the approaching Mr. Hwang while you keep your own eyes averted. “Surely he is not as disagreeable as you say.”

“He is to inherit the estate when my father passes, so you must understand my feelings. Aside from my future in the poorhouse, when I introduce you to him, you will understand. He is quite an odd man.”

She chides, “You must not speak like that! Mr. Lee seems to very much like Yeji, so the poorhouse may not house you and your sisters, after all. But very well, I shall try to see from your point of view.” She then leans in conspiratorially and says, “I hate to alarm you, but a certain gentleman from Derbyshire is coming our way.”

The sound of a set of approaching footsteps captures your attention, and you pretend to laugh at something Ryujin has said. The gentleman from Derbyshire, otherwise known as Mr. Bang to his contemporaries and to you as the most arrogant man you have ever had the pleasure of meeting, is a great source of resentment for not only you but your mother. Having insulted you and having the coldest manners, there is no lost sentiment between you and Mr. Bang.

Ryujin curtsies to Mr. Bang as he now stands imposingly at your side. Before you can do the same, to your complete shock, he asks you for your hand in the next dance, and in your state, you accept and thank him for the offer. In the happiest of moments, Mr. Bang departs and Mr. Hwang has finally made his way to you. You prepare to inform him that you are engaged for the next dance, but instead, he passes by you entirely! Your joy turns into horror when you realize that he is heading for Mr. Bang.

“Surely you are not going to introduce yourself to Mr. Bang,” you say.

“He is the nephew of Lady Suzy Bae, and I must inform him about how well his aunt has been faring. I did not think I would see a man of his standing at this assembly.”

“He will think of you impertinent! Mr. Hwang, I recognize that you have your duties to your patroness, but this is improper, and I assure you that he will take it unkindly. Please, I am certain that he will be willing to introduce himself to you once he learns of your devotion to his aunt.”

Your dissuasion is unsuccessful, and you watch with unprecedented embarrassment as Mr. Bang replies with civil contempt for your cousin’s follies. Mr. Hwang believes himself to be held in the highest regard now that Mr. Bang received him, and he struts away like a peacock. The music for the next dance begins, and he again asks your hand. When you inform him that you have been spoken for by someone else, his disappointment is clear. Ryujin, the compassionate woman she is, offers her hand instead. She does not need to be kind to that miserable man, but you suppose that she can learn of his oddities throughout the number.

During the beginning of the dance, Mr. Bang seems content to not speak, and you yourself are satisfied by the silence until it becomes too tiresome to bear. To not have conversation for a whole dance is a punishment in itself, but for your prideful partner, it is most likely a delight. You still vividly remember how cold he was during his first ball at Hertfordshire. In your own insolence and perhaps in defense of your cousin, you ask about the Lady Suzy you have been hearing about. He makes a noncommittal answer and becomes quiet again, though you are certain he is vexed by the question.

After another moment of nothingness, you ask, “Is there something occupying your thoughts, Mr. Bang? Most couples talk at least a little bit during a dance. It would be strange, otherwise. But if you are not confident in your words, I understand completely.”

You have offended him, but Mr. Bang’s good opinion matters less the more you are in his presence. He is either unskilled at conversing while dancing or rude, and you have firmly decided that he is simply rude.

“What occupies your thoughts?” he says.

“Usually my books or my sisters. Now it is your turn to share.”

“You enjoy reading then?”

“I am fond of a great deal of things, reading books being one of them and socializing another. I imagine you prefer reading more, considering your reluctance to be in the company of anyone but your own circle. You have deprived us all the honor of knowing such a fine gentleman.”

“As you stated in our last meeting, a fine gentleman ought to have happy manners and a good heart. Do you declare me one then?”

“Yes, even if you are lacking, but I will not fault you for that. It is difficult to be everything all at once.”

“I wonder where you get your audaciousness from.”

You archly reply, “My mother. It is a family trait. Do you take after your aunt?”

At the mention of Lady Suzy, his face loses what little cheer it had. “Do all Hwangs desire to know about my aunt?”

“We are disposed to be in awe of anyone of such gracious character. My cousin speaks so favorably of her, so it is only natural that I want to learn more.”

After a moment, he answers, “No, I do not believe I take after her.”

Having only heard of her ladyship, you cannot confirm or deny whether that is a fine thing or not. The dance continues in silence once more, and you have resolved to not speak to Mr. Bang anymore. His sullenness is beginning to affect you, and you refuse to let him ruin the rest of the night. As you pass Ryujin who is directing Mr. Hwang to the correct position, you exchange a look of sympathy with her. There are more miserable partners than yours, however strange that may sound.

“What would you give a sister for her birthday?” he suddenly asks. “You have four, and I seek advice for what to give my own.”

The thought of Mr. Bang having a sister flummoxes you, but even more astonishing is the warmth in his voice. You have never heard him speak to or of anyone in such a manner, not even Mr. Lee who seems to be his closest friend. He adores her very much, you realize.

“It depends on which sister.” You do not know if Mr. Bang knows all your sisters’ names, but that does not prevent you from listing them all. “For Yeji since she is the eldest and my favorite, the embroidered handkerchief I have been working on. Lia sings often, so new sheet music for her. Chaeryeong would want a book of poetry, and I saw Yuna admiring a bonnet in one of the shops in town, so a new bonnet for her. How old is your sister?”

“Ten years my junior. She will be sixteen.”

“Yuna is nearly sixteen, so perhaps your sister would like a new bonnet.”

“Thank you. I shall consider it.”

His haughty tone belies his gratitude, and your cheeks flush with indignation. However, you nod back, wondering why you initially answered so goodnaturedly. You could have misguided him completely or at least teased him for being unaware of his sister’s taste, but instead you were perfectly cordial. He is the one who misled you.

He does not attempt to strike up another short conversation, and you do not either. It is a waste to spend your words on him. You dare believe that he scoffed when Mr. Hwang knocked against his shoulder. While you normally would be the one to do the same since your cousin declares himself an uncannily excellent dancer when the opposite is true, you can hardly stand anymore of Mr. Bang’s pomposity.

With as much cheer as you can muster, you finish the dance in good spirits and try to not to seem too eager to leave Mr. Bang. You curtsy and thank him for the incomparable honor of being his partner, but before you can separate from his presence, he asks if you may accompany you for a refreshment. He is determined to provoke you.

“My friend requires me, sir,” you say with faux disappointment. “I beg your pardon.”

You hurry away to Ryujin who is entertaining Mr. Hwang’s demonstration of a one-person cotillion by clapping rhythmically. When she sees you, she says something to Mr. Hwang and walks over to you. As the two of you take a turn about the ballroom, you exchange recountings of your own partners.

“He is a suitable partner,” Ryujin remarks, “not nearly as disagreeable as you described. You ought to give him a chance. The poor gentleman is so nervous, all he can talk about is his patroness.”

It is indiscernible whether she is serious or not. “I would rather dance with Mr. Bang a second time. Long-winded speech is more insufferable than an awkward air.”

“Be careful unless you want him to overhear. He stares at you a great deal, you know. Far more than he should if he truly disliked you.”

“He finds me barely tolerable. He is watching me because he truly dislikes me. Come now, let us forget about our horrible partners and find someone else to dance with. I refuse to let them occupy my mind at such a merry ball.”

But they cannot escape your mind, for you still owe two dances to your cousin, and he will only stop pursuing you once you have fulfilled your mother’s promises. After the first one with Mr. Hwang, you declare that you need a refreshment, and this time, you truly do. The punch is strong, remedied with gin to keep its enjoyer lively for the duration of the ball.

“How are you faring?”

You swallow one last mouthful of punch and set your cup down. “Mr. Bang. Perfectly well, thank you. If you have come to me for more birthday gift ideas, then you will find me unsatisfactory. I am afraid that a lavishly trimmed bonnet is the best that I can suggest.”

“Do you not think that it is too frivolous, especially for a girl of her age?”

“Frivolous!” you cried. “Please tell that to my mother. What is less frivolous than protecting your face and neck from the sun? So long as she uses it, I see not how it would be. Yuna certainly wears every bonnet she owns.”

“And what of Miss Hwang? What is she like?”

His eyes land where Yeji and Mr. Lee are, smiling as they chat with each other. She danced with him twice, you remember. Twice! For a brief moment, you forget about your anger as you take in her joy.

“Yeji is the kindest, most wonderful person I know. She is generous and sweet, with hardly any malice in her. What is your design?”

“If I recall, you once said it was difficult to be everything at once.”

“Difficult, not impossible. Some are more blessed than others, and some more unfortunate. It is our family’s great fortune to have a dearest daughter and sister like her. I do not pretend to understand why she is so lucky, but I will not tolerate anyone who has such objections. Would you not feel the same about your own sister if someone had suggested something deplorable about her?”

“I would.”

“Then we are in agreement. A rare instance, so let us delight in this moment.”

You hope that it will be enough to deter him from talking to you further, but Mr. Bang is resolved to have the last word. “If we are truly in agreement, will you accept if I ask for the next dance?”

“You intend to prove me wrong, but I also have a game: I shall accept only if we have a proper conversation, and from our last acquaintance, that has shown to be your weakness. If you wish to withdraw, I shall harbor no ill feelings.”

“Then let us delight.”

You fully expect to tease him mercilessly, but it is quite a shock to you and the rest of the attendees when Mr. Bang begins to share his favorite books with you, unprompted. His taste and yours do not differ much, and you no longer know what to make of him.

Evidently, neither does the rest of Hertfordshire because the word the following day is that the two eldest Hwang sisters have caught the fancy of two of the county’s most eligible gentlemen when surely only one has.

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the-trans-folk-witch · 7 months

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Hi, I wanted to say that your post on the fetch/shade was absolutely, to a T, so very the same as my experience with it. What you wrote resonated deeply, I have lived with what you've described, worked with it, learned about it, become synonymous with it and yet spoken with it, your post is not just similar to my experience but identical and I am very ecstatic to see it. I also wanted to tell you something you might find interesting. In your post you mentioned "Unlike the Christians", so I offer another perspective, as a Kemetic. This shade is something I have asked my patron about. It is my core, selfish, aggressive, callous, vicious and full of teeth, pure red. This differs from my 'mundane' outermost expression which is generally overly compassionate. My goddess said this redness, this beast and voraciousness is my Heart and source, and "not to be disgraced". It is held in esteem as part of me. She basically conveyed that it is to embraced and that it is this very heat that allows me to express passionate kindness and justice, that it enables me to Do any good thing I do, in addition to existing as the primal force within me and all its other activities you spoke about in your post. A direct flow from a vicious center, to an output of my choosing. (This is all very 'good morals' talk but that was simply our specific topic at the time for personal reasons, neither she nor me are opposed to shredding things). I find it very fascinating that both the traditional current and the goddess Bast have encouraged this feral source despite having such different backgrounds!

I’m super glad you mentioned this because I wanted to let you know, Trad craft and kemetic soul beliefs DO have similar backgrounds. Egypt as well as Sumer were very influential on European folk beliefs and greco-Roman religion. The idea of multiple soul parts including a more maligned spirit part is found in so many cultures that had relations with kemetic religious practices. So yes! Bast as well as my own local witch patroness are teaching us things cut from the same ancient cloth. Soul parts are universal. Sumer had 3, Greece has 6, kemetic beliefs had up to 8… it’s all related and shared!

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onevolon · 10 months

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my love for you is infinite - part7

Santiago Garcia x afab!reader(Darcy)

note: pride and prejudice (2005) but with triple frontier boys because why not lol

word count: 844

part6 - part8 - masterlist

The Bennets eat in silence. Francisco yawns. Mrs. Bennet is complaining she is hungover. Mr. Collins comes in, in a state of agitation. They look at him. He sits, hesitates, then asks

“Mrs. Bennet - I was hoping, if it would not trouble you, that I might solicit a private audience with Mr. Santiago in the course of the morning.”

Santiago’s jaw droppes.

“ Oh! Yes. Certainly - Santiago would be very happy indeed. Everyone. Out. Mr. Collins would like a private audience with your brother.”

Everyone looks in amazement.

“Wait. I beg you. Mr. Collins can have nothing to say to me that anybody need not hear.”

Mrs. Bennet interferes “No. Nonsense, Santi. I desire you will stay where you are. Everyone else, to the drawing room. Mr. Bennet.”

“But...”

“Now!”

Mrs. Bennet whooshes everyone out, winks at Mr. Collins then shuts the door before Santiago has time to do anything. Santiago looks at Mr. Collins who looks at his earnestly. There is a horrible pause of intense embarrassment.

“Dear Mr. Santiago Garcia, I am sure my attentions have been too marked to be mistaken. Almost as soon as I entered the house, I singled you out as the companion of my future life.”

Santiago stares at him, astonished.

“But before I am run away with my feelings perhaps I may state my reasons for marrying. Firstly, that it is the duty of a clergyman to set the example of matrimony in his parish. Secondly, that I am convinced it will add greatly to my happiness, and, thirdly, that it is at the urging of my esteemed patroness Lady Catherine that I select a partner.”

We hear a kick and William screech from behind the door.

“Sshhh.”

“My object in coming to Longbourn was to choose such a one from Mr. Bennet's sons, for I am to inherit the estate and such an alliance will surely suit everyone. (drops to his knee) And now nothing remains for me but to assure you in the most animated language of the violence of my affections.”

“Mr. Collins-“

“And that no reproach on the subject of fortune will cross my lips once we are married.”

“You are too hasty, sir! You forget that I have made no answer.”

“Must add, that Lady Catherine will thoroughly approve, when I speak to her of your modesty, economy and other amiable qualities.”

“Sir, I am honoured by your proposal, but regret I must decline it.”

“…I know some people don't seek to seem too eager.”

“Mr. Collins, I am perfectly serious. You could not make happy and I'm convinced I'm the last person in the world who could make you happy.”

“I flatter myself, cousin, that your refusal is merely a natural delicacy. And as it is by no means certain that another offer of marriage may ever be made to you.”

“Mr. Collins –“

“I must conclude that you simply seek to increase my love by suspense, according to the usual practice.”

“Sir! I am not the sort of person to torment a respectable man. Please understand me - I cannot accept you!”

Santiago storms out of the room and out of the house. Mrs. Bennet crashes in through another door, hot on the tail of Santiago.

“Oh headstrong, foolish child

“Head strong?

“- don't worry Mr. Collins, we shall have this little hiccup dealt with immediately.”

Mrs. Bennet goes after Santiago. Mr. Collins watches through a window as Santiago is pursued by his mother.

Mrs. Bennet marches into the library. Mr. Bennet looks up in shock.

“Oh Mr. Bennet. We are all in an uproar. You must come and make Santiago marry Mr. Collins, for he vows he will not have him.”

Mr. Bennet stares at Mrs. Bennet blankly.

“Mr. Collins has proposed to Santiago. But Santiago declares he will not have him, and now the danger is Mr. Collins may not have Santiago.”

“And what am I to do?”

Mrs. Bennet drags Mr. Bennet to his feet.

“Speak to Santiago.”

They march to find Santiago, passing Mr. Collins in the dining room.

Mr. Bennet and Mrs. Bennet confront Santiago, who has been waiting in the drawing room. Perhaps the other girls form an audience from the stairs, Mr. Collins looks on sheepishly from the breakfast room.

“Tell him that you insist upon them marrying.”

“Papa, please -!”

“You will have this house!”

“I can't marry him!”

“You’ll save your brothers from destitution!”

“I can't!”

“Go back now and say you've changed your mind!”

“No!”

“Think of your family!””

“You can’t make me!”

“Mr. Bennet, say something!”

“So, your mother insists on you marrying Mr. Collins.”

“Yes, or I shall never see him again!”

“Well Santiago. From this day on 'you must be a stranger to one of your parents.”

“- who will maintain you when your father is dead?”

“Your mother will never see you again if you do not marry Mr Collins, and I will never see you again if you do.”

“Mr. Bennet!”

“Thank you, papa.”

Santiago turns around and walks into the hall.

note: you can also read it on ao3.

#santiago garcia x reader #santiago garcia x you #santiago garcia #frankie morales #ben miller #tom davis #triple frontier #will miller #triple frontier fanfic #oscar isaac characters #oscar isaac fic #onevolon fic #oscar isaac #oscar isaac hernandez estrada

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alwaysspeakshermind · 1 year

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bots in the pride & prejudice tag? really?

is it not enough that I must already dodge posts from every fandom that thinks its ship parallels Lizzy/Darcy? now I also have to wade through posts promising scantily clad ladies/nights of passion in the most common language?

my esteemed patroness, Lady Catherine de Bourgh, would disapprove most strongly of this.

#bots #anti bot #tumblr help me #i'm kidding but also not #pride and prejudice #tagging correctly just for spite #bc if the bots can clog up the tags #so can i!#tired of this #like my poor nerves are shattered

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abookishdreamer · 1 year

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Character Intro: Pleione (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- Patroness of Sailors, The Star Queen by the people of Olympius

Mother by her daughters

Ms. Grandmother by Hermes

Age- 60 (immortal)

Location- Arcadia, Olympius

Personality- No-nonsense & unapologetically blunt, she can be rigid and unforgiving at times when making her opinions and critiques known. She's fiercely determined, enigmatic, mysterious, & analytical. She's single.

She has the standard abilities of a goddess. As the Titan goddess of sailing & stars her other powers/abilities include astronkinesis (stardust manipulation as well as other remnants of cosmic substances), asterokinesis (the ability to manipulate stars), watercraft manipulation, boat/ship physiology, cosmic fire generation/manipulation, and limited hydrokinesis (being able to generate tidal waves).

Pleione lives atop Mt. Cyllene, the tallest mountain in the state of Arcadia. The mansion is an otherwordly beauty. It's spacious & streamlined with a minimalist aesthetic. All the doors are made out of Astraen Silver while the walls are made out of shimmering moonrock. Instead of windows there are skylights. The furniture includes comfy couches & chairs covered in satin of rich silvers and dark blues. Her most prized possession (the first star ever created) is kept in an enchanted glass case. Her place is always spotless and organized. For traveling great distances, Pleione flies on her pet pegasus Alyndra. In Arcadia she gets around in her sleek silver sports car. She also owns a sailboat named The Contessa.

She goes sailing every weekend!

Pleione has an intensive exercise routine that she follows on a daily basis. It includes a six mile walk in the mornings as well as two hours of cardio.

A go-to drink for her is Strengthify bottled ionized akaline water. She always buys the 24 pack from the supermarket. Other go-to drinks include freshly brewed ylang ylang tea, aloe vera juice, white wine, champagne, & classic martinis. She also likes the taro root milkshakes from By The Scoop (an ice cream truck business owned by the god Matton).

Treats that she's well known for making are moon cakes and spicy maple candied bacon!

A steaming bowl of congee is a usual breakfast for her (in addition to sliced grapefruit and oolong tea).

Pleione is one of the most respected deities amongst the public & pantheon- even having a cult following of maritime people on Fatestagram. She's known for being the mother to one of the most esteemed groups in the pantheon, The Pleiades (Maia, Electra, Celeano, Taygete, Alcyone, Asterope, and Merope). There's no question to the strong bond and devotion they all have for one another, but their relationship has always been contentious- more so recently. Pleione is definitely closer to her eldest daughter Maia. She's currently not on speaking terms with her youngest daugter Merope after the fall out surrounding her former son-in-law Sisyphus, who was a mortal. Pleione from the start did not approve of the relationship & even refused to go to the wedding. She remembered doing tons of damage control when the controversy happened, feeling intense shame and humiliation. The situation has been a major source of strife between the sisters. Pleione hasn't even met Merope's children.

A guilty pleasure for her are the ultra soft & buttery brioche buns from The Bread Box.

In the pantheon Pleione's best friend is Phoebe (Titaness of the moon, prophecy, radiant intellect, & mystery). She visits her in Delphi almost every week and the two often keep in contact. Pleione has every book her bestie has published and gave her great birthday gifts like a pair of Luxuria heels & a sapphire studded collar for Phoebe's pet cat Cress! She's also friends with Coeus, Tethys (Titaness of freshwater & clouds), Oceanus, Chrysanta (goddess of metal), Astrape (goddess of lightning), and Bronte (goddess of thunder). Pleione used to be close to the Titaness Eurybia before she fell off the grid. She surprisingly was a mentor to Aegaeon (god of sea storms). She was also one of the first donors for Atlas' space aero-engineering school. The deity she dislikes the most is Pheme (goddess of fame), especially after her production company released the docufilm covering Sisyphus' controversy. Pleione stayed in her mansion for a few months during that time.

She loves her grandson Hermes, but wishes he behaved more mature. She has a good relationship with her other grandson Deucalion (whose parents are Celeano & the Titan god Prometheus). She allowed him to stay with her for a few weeks when his mother had to travel for work.

She loves snacking on blueberries!

As a mother's day gift many years ago, all the daughters chipped in and gifted their mom with a ring- an exquisite emerald cut blue topaz ring surrounded by smaller flower shaped diamonds. Pleione hasn't worn it in a while.

Even though she's financially set through her position & the family business (the sisters owning a wilderness park), Pleione gets extra income endorsing/modeling for Euryphaessa, Platinum Luminescence, and Megaleio.

She was gifted her a pair of crystal embellished heels from Diamond Ave. from Phoebe. It was quite pricey costing almost 5,000 drachmas!

She hosts an annual oyster roast at her estate. It takes place a couple of months before the Summer Solstice holiday.

After every emotional blowout or argument cooking was one of the ways Pleione and her daughters would come together. It's been a while since they all cooked. Some of her favorite dishes include mapo tofu, hot and sour soup, cong you bing (scallion pancakes), vegetable pastitsio, luo bo gao, & papoutsakia.

Pleione is quite content in her singledom valuing her independence. She indulges in certain pleasures from time to time thanks to rechargeable & battery powered "devices."

In her free time she loves staying actve through mountain climbing, tai chi, martial arts, boxing, swimming, hiking, fencing, surfing, and football (soccer). She also enjoys acupuncture, starwatching, charting constellations, reading, writing, & going to the spa.

"Everyone's time will come. Even the stars wait for the night to shine."

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It's June, you know what that means!

It's pride month meaning I'm going to be watching Pride and Prejudice every day! I've been waiting for this fo-

What's that? ... Oh I thought ... So it's not..m Ooooohhhhhh I see. ... Can i still watch Pride and Prejudice every day? ...

Oh no, yeah, for sure: Gay rights! That's what my esteemed patroness Lady Catherine de Bourgh always says.

#pride and prejudice #pride month #jane austen

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Federico Barocci Quintilia Fischieri (c. 1600) Oil on canvas, 123.8 x 95.3 cm National Gallery of Art, Washington

“To my illustrious lady and most respected patroness, Signora Quintilia Fischieri of Bologna / Urbino” [1]

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In another ingenious epistle, probably composed around May 1594, [Antonio Pérez] offers an elaborate conceit structured around the various uses of ‘skin’, writing ‘God fell in love with earthly creatures and in their flesh dressed himself’, and since ‘through their coat divinity was seen’ all created beings are therefore both ‘known’ and ‘esteemed’ through their skins. In a characteristically artful rhetorical flourish, Pérez shifts the focus onto his patroness’s own skin and presents himself as ‘one dead’, awaiting her miraculous intercessions, for ‘skin is powerful enough to give life to one dead only by gazing upon it’. A near blasphemous implication that Lady Rich is a deity whose willing incarnation has the power to resurrect the dead underlies her suppliant’s insistence that if he is abandoned and left to ‘proceed forth’ in life without her divine aid then ‘no bone or skin will be left ... and a dead man will die, which will be a novel mode of punishment’. This obsession with skin returns in a more sexually provocative fashion in another letter in which Pérez apologises for the delay in sending Lady Rich a gift of gloves made from dog-skin. As a gruesome compromise he offers instead ‘to sacrifice myself for your service and flay a piece of my hide, the most delicate part that I can’, for ‘love and the desire to serve can achieve this, that a person flay himself for his Lady and make gloves out of himself’, signing off with a closing salutation in which he calls himself the ‘Flayed dog of your ladyship’.

— Chris Laoutaris, ‘Toucht with bolt of Treason’:the Earl of Essex and Lady Penelope Rich (2019)

The full passage in the letter:

‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎I have been so troubled not to have at hand the dog's skin gloves your Ladyship desires that, pending the time when they shall arrive, I have resolved to sacrifice myself to your service and flay a piece of my own skin from the most tender part of my body, if such an uncouth carcass as mine can have any tender skin. To this length can love and wish to serve a lady be carried that a man should flay himself to make gloves for his lady out of his own skin. But in my case this is nothing, for even my soul will skin itself for the person it loves. If my soul were visible like my body, the most pitiful soul would be seen and the most pitiful thing that has ever been looked upon. ‎The gloves, my Lady, are made of dog's skin, though they are mine; for I hold myself a dog and beg your Ladyship to keep me in your service upon the honour and love of a faithful dog. — Your Ladyship's flayed dog. (Partly quoted from M. Hume's Span. Influence on Eng. Lit. (London, 1905), 272.)

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"Unveiling the Legacy: Mysterious Departure of Esteemed Leader Surjya Narayan Patro Sends Shockwaves Throughout India"

BHUBANESWAR: Surjya Narayan Patro, a seven-time legislator and former Speaker of Odisha Assembly, passed away at a private hospital in Bhubaneswar on Saturday. He was 75 years old at the time of his death. Patro, who represented the Digapahandi Assembly Constituency in Odisha, had been admitted to the hospital after his health deteriorated. Prior to his political career, he worked as a journalist…