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rosewaterconley · 7 months
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I solved a mystery that only I care about lol
ok so I have no clue what I'm doing and social media terrifies me. I will probably never touch this account again. why did I have to follow 3 algorithm-selected accounts to get into this website? I can actually name 3 people I'd want to follow on here and it's none of the people your fucking robot told me to follow. but hey, I feel like I have to post it here rather than my blogspot since nobody in the world actually uses blogspot and I want people to see this!
so anyway, there's this band out of the city of Milwaukee called Hero of a Hundred Fights. they dropped a couple CDs in the early 2000s and seem to have broken up, though all their members have been in bands since. that'll be important a little later. for now, Hero of a Hundred Fights are important to me on 2 levels:
I'm a Wisconsinite who has a tiny bit of an obsession with local history and art and really fuck with their weird mathy little corner of the 2000s hardcore scene
I'm a Faction Paradox fan and their 2001 EP The Remote, The Cold contains numerous references to the series! if you've heard of this EP before, it was probably in the context of some "music that references Faction Paradox" list or another
about #2... see, everyone already knows that track 2 is called Faction Paradox and track 3 is called The Celestis. we've all long since put together that the title is a reference to Lawrence Miles' Interference. but what about the lyrics? unfortunately, we don't know. they're not online, and the vocals are good, mind, but rather incoherent.
well, we didn't know. until I ordered a CD copy for like $8 lol. that's all it took! so here you go, the lyrics booklet plus some of the other artwork featured on the CD. artist Nick Slough did a great job on this art and it's a shame only the cover is widely available online (though that's hardly a problem unique to the physical version of this one album). turns out, this is some kinda concept album based on the Miles novel Interference. cool! really love the lyrics on Rope especially. "I need your blood to get this vessel running" and "my life was in your hands, I cut them off and now they're mine" are both raw as hell.
the cover art is pretty interesting. this album was recorded in 2000, released in 2001. the entire creative process occurred before the first standalone Faction Paradox release, The Book of the War. this means the album is entirely Doctor Who-based, not based on the FP series itself. it also means, if we assume the humanoid characters on the art are supposed to be the Remote, that this is the first-ever professional art depicting them!
disclaimer: the booklet lyrics don't 100% match up with what's said in the songs! it's mostly accurate but unfortunately there are some sections missing, some repeated bits that are only written once et al. that's all par for the course but I figured I'd mention it - especially in the case anybody wants to use this to transcribe the lyrics on Genius or some other site like that.
and while we're here, Hero 100 member William Zientara has been in a billion different bands, and I think he's probably the most responsible for the Doctor Who theme on this album. See, he was also in a short-lived band called Managara - named after a Doctor Who tie-in novel so obscure even I, owner of a complete set of Virgin New Adventures who spends my work breaks combing through digital copies of old fanzines, have only ever heard it discussed a handful of times. one of their songs is called Happiness Patrol. more recently, in 2021, he was in the band Fuiguirnet, who have a song called What Grows From the Seeds of Doom! which means Zientara has been randomly tossing Doctor Who references into songs from at least three different bands for twenty years!
so uhh without any further rambling here's the lyrics and art:
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dani-ya-dig · 11 days
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OKAY I FINALLY HAVE TIME SO ITS TIME FOR DANI TO FINALLY RANT ABOUT THE SAM AUDIO!!!
Written as I’m listening to the audio again so I don’t forgor.
I think it’s been out long enough to avoid spoiler but I’m gonna put the cut just because this post is probably gonna be really long.
The beginning of this audio scares the shit out of me not matter how many times I listen to, like he is fucking ZOOMING. At least this time he has a reason to be zipping all over the place. Unlike in his “talking about the future” audio where that motherfucker used vamp speed up the stairs for no goddamn reason
Also I appreciate the fact that Darlin ran into Sam, fully shifted. They hit him first and only then were like “oh yeah I’m a giant wolf rn”.
CHRIST DARLIN! THE MAN JUST SHOWED UP LET HIM BREATHE BEFORE YOU JUMP HIM
Ugh love me a Sam reverse comfort audio. This is DELICIOUS
Circling back to Sam’s tendency to bury his emotions in the moment, and only allowing himself to feel them when he is in a safe space (cough cough Darlin)
“I guess that says a lot about what family is to me” STOPPPPPPP
“Apparently I’ve got a knack for landing myself in shit. And then sticking around long enough to get convinced it’s all I deserve” IM ACTUALLY FUCKING CRYING I HATE IT HERE. HE IS ME FR.
“I. Am not. A Solaire” DAMN RIGHT SAMMY! GET HIS ASS!
Sam kind danced around this part but I noticed it immediately. The way he kind of paused when he talked about William putting giving him a house as a form of trying to make himself more favorable to Sam. Sam worded it as him favoring stability and needing that. But also like… one thing that Sam talks about repeatedly in his playlist is how important the idea of home is to him. And William gives him a house… an attempt at giving him a home, so that the “home” is inherently tied to him in Sam’s mind.
I know it was well intentioned on William’s part but god it feels fucking grimy nonetheless
Sam might not think that William is and evil mustache twirling villain, but I do /j
Real footage of William Solaire rn
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“I’m a healer. Not was. Am.” YES THE FUCK YOU ARE SAM!
No because actually Sam is so right. He IS still good. He CAN still help. I’m not 100% on the lord of vampire or how difficult it would be for a vampire of Sam’s age to externalize magic. But it’s pretty damn impressive that he can do what he can do even after his core was entirely replaced. He must have been a STRONG like super strong freelancer for that much of his powers to remain after his turning. But it’s also not just healing magic he can still manage even though that definitely would have been his specialty and the type of magic he studied the most. The other types of magic we have heard of him doing are also cleaning magic and earth elemental magic (WHICH YO???). Like that’s impressive imo.
Also we have all talked about Sam joining Shaw Security on night shift at this point. BUT!!! After Sam talked about how he wanted to be a healer still but only wasn’t because that wasn’t what the house needed from him. I hope that he gets hired on as Shaw Security’s professional healer <33
I don’t know how viable that would be. But I think it could work. I don’t imagine he would be patching up multiple huge injuries everyday so it could 100% work!! GUYS I SWEAR PLEA–
(Erik if you’re spying through your secret tumblr account give me what I want)
Sam will never have to go to another summit again 🤞
NO ONE WILL PUT THAT MAN IN A SUIT AGAIN!! HE IS FREE!
Sam and Darlin are so in love with each other. They deserve to be happy, just for a little bit. I need a moving audio with them. Them just packing up their shit <33
Okay did I love this video. Yes! It was Sam, so like that’s bound to happen with me lmao. But also like it was just nice. I enjoyed it. I hope Sam gets to find more of who he is outside of the house.
But also because my hyperfixated menace ass can’t keep my nose out of spoiler I KNOW THAT SAM BITES DARLIN IN THE BA AND I JUST COSSBDKDBX
Look I get why it happened logistically. It’s been a long time coming, and now that Sam’s out of the house of Solaire, they aren’t going to be facilitating his need for blood bags anymore. So he is gonna need to feed on something. It makes sense.
But I wish that decision like that regarding trauma Sam has around his turning would stop being made in the aftermath of very emotional moments. Like when he decided he was ready to go further with Darlin, I wish it would have come from a place of “Ive worked through everything that happened to me, and I love you, so I really want to take this next step” instead of “I’ve seen so many people die, and I have been reminded how fragile life is, and I am terrified of the thought of not getting to do this”.
Idk maybe it’s just me, but things like that don’t feel like decisions that should be made when you feel like life is crumbling down around you??
Also it brings up the logistical issue of, Erik didn’t explain that to the non-patreon listeners. So like… if it gets brought up in future audios a lot of people are probably gonna be a little confused, since I only know because I snoop through Sam spoilers.
Eh. But all in all, live laugh love Sam Collins and stay livin la vida loca I guess
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codelyokooutofcontext · 5 months
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Today marks the one year anniversary of this blog's first post!
One year ago today, I acted on a whim and made a new blog to post moments from this show that, without context, look absolutely insane. I thought it was funny, my friends thought it was funny, but I didn't really have any big plans. I thought "I'll keep this around for a little bit and then probably drop it". Like I usually do with most projects of this nature.
If you'd told me I'd still be here a year later, I wouldn't have believed you. I especially wouldn't have believed you if you told me how many followers this account would amass in that time period. Honestly even being here now and seeing all of it, it's still a little hard to believe.
Thank you all for supporting this ridiculous little blog. It means a lot.
And after all this time, perhaps it's time for a proper introduction.
Hi, I'm YoshiStack! I've been utterly obsessed with this show since I was 4 years old and I've been involved in the fandom in some capacity since I was 13. Given that I'm about to turn 24 here in a little over a month, you could say I've been here for awhile!
Aside from this blog and the other few video edits I've done, my main contribution to fannish materials is fanfiction! I mostly write gen work about the friendship between the characters, as that's always been one of my favorite parts about the show and characters. You can find my CL work (and other oddities too if you're feeling adventurous) on Ao3 also under the name YoshiStack.
I'm also on YouTube! Right now I'm wrapping up a playthrough of the original Super Mario RPG before the remake releases and in the middle of a playthrough of a childhood game of mine, Thrillville: Off The Rails. I'm still a novice when it comes to recording stuff, but I'm having a lot of fun doing it and it'd mean the world to me if you checked it out.
(And as an aside: if you have audio or video editing you need done, hit me up either on here or the email I have listed on youtube! We'll see if we can work something out!)
Zero obligation to check out either of those ventures, but it'd mean a lot to me if you did!
Now here's some answers to some basic questions for CL and this blog that you may or may not have wondered about:
Favorite Character: Definitely Aelita! I love her arc! Her development from this character the others feel very protective over to ultimate sass master is so fun to watch
Favorite Episode: Oh that's so hard. But If I had to pick just a few...[REDACTED UNTIL POLLS CONCLUDE]
Spoilsport. Favorite season then?: Oh this one is easy! Season 2 for sure! It does a great job introducing all the new elements you need to know about in the beginning of it (Franz Hopper, William, Sector 5, etc) and has well done pay off at the end. And the stuff in the middle is just downright fun! A well executed season all around
Favorite Sector: Prooooobably forest? Something about all the trees is fun to me. Honestly I like most of the sector though. Minus desert. Too much desert in S1
Favorite Monster: I used to be all about the Bloks, but after running this blog for a year now I've gained an appreciation for the comedy that the Tarantulas often pull off. From well timed devirtualizations to killing one of its buddies with their own lasers, they're unintentionally really funny!
Favorite XANA Attack: I unironically love the food monster. Also the rat army. It's absolutely horrifying but pulled off so well
Favorite relationship: Ulrich and Aelita all the way man. Platonically I mean, their friendship is so underrated in the show itself but the few times they get to interact they're just gold (I am Jerlita trash too if you want to know more in that kind of relationship sense)
How do you pick out of context moments?: Honestly most of the time I just pick a random few episodes and skim through until I find something. Sometimes I'll have a particular moment in mind, but sometimes the funniest clips come from me just mindlessly looking through some episodes
Will you ever do Evolution out of context?: I considered using a clip from it for April Fools Day but I got lazy and never got around to it lol. Aside from that idea though, I don't know Evolution well enough to pulls clips from it, and I'm just not super interested in doing so at the moment. If anyone else reading this though has a burning desire though then you absolutely have my blessing (not that you need it obviously)
What do you think about the idea of the show possibly getting a continuation?: So I’ve always been pretty set in my thought that the show doesn’t really need a continuation. While more backstory on Project Carthage would be cool, it never really mattered to the Lyoko Warriors in the end, and the idea of bringing XANA back after they fought so hard to bring it down always felt cheap to me. They had their fight, they won, let them move on in peace.
That being said, the idea of the brains largely responsible for the original show having a genuine interest in continuing does have me at least a little intrigued. It’s way too soon to say whether or not anything will come from that interest of course—TV is a complicated thing and interest from creators alone isn’t enough to make it happen. But if nothing else, it’s nice to know that even all these years later, there’s still interest in the show and these characters from them.
How long will this blog be around?: Honestly I have no idea! I never thought I'd make it this far! I have no plans on stopping any time soon at least—there's tons of episodes I haven't even touched for out of context moments, so I'm not running out of material any time soon!
For now I’m just going to letting things run their course naturally and enjoy the ride.
That’s all I can think of to put here, but my askbox is always open for more questions!
Thank you all once again for your support for this year. I hope you'll join me going into our next one and beyond.
Here's to another year out of context!
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FYI: Funding of the duo while royals
The financial year for the Sovereign Grant is 1 April to 31 March. The Sovereign Grant is funded from the income, after operating expenditure*, from Crown Estates (all of the income is given to the government, and the government then allocates a percentage, about 25%, to the sovereign to spend on funding the official work of the monarchy). The duo announced their engagement in November and got married in May. So, for 4 months, the monarchy was saddled with funding TBW from a budget that had not allocated any funds for her. However, her demands, via hapless, for bodyguards and transport (she was already living free from paying rent on a Crown Estate long before the engagement) preceded the engagement, and once she got the ring on her finger, she expected to have free rein to spend and spend (even once they could accommodate her with funds from the Sovereign Grant, the SG did not expand so every penny she spent took money 'away' from other working royals). This is where the ridiculous story about 'no money for her' comes from.
Charles did have income from the Duchy of Cornwall. I am not sure what the dates for the financial year are, but it would probably be a similar story other than that this income was considerable and Charles could allocate the funds as he wished among himself, his wife, and his sons. I suspect that it is these funds that the duo thought they should have unbridled access to, and when Charles tried to put the brakes on, offence was taken. They must now be filled with bitter resentment that all that income goes to William. Charles knew this would happen one day and the duo would become an Edward and Sophie (but with a much less grand home). The duo probably thought short term and wanted to loot as much as they could while they could.
They ran off to Canada in about November, did some brief appearances in January and then effectively were gone. But the SG funded them until 31 March. They effectively were given a generous 4-month paid holiday. As for Charles funding them from the Duchy of Cornwall, they were not entitled to any funding after Megxit was officially announced, but they got full funding from Charles up until then, when they were on 'paid leave' living for free in Canada with bodyguards paid for by the British public ... It also seems that Charles dipped into his personal wealth and gave them a large sum at the time of Megxit as well, sort of as a farewell gift:
"them "a substantial sum" to support their transition to financial independence.
Duchy of Cornwall accounts show that the couple - along with Prince William and Catherine - received £4.5m between April and June 2020.
"That funding [then] ceased," according to a spokesman.
From NuttyFlavor Blog
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I always wanted to see more Val & George their dynamic is so interesting to meee . We need more of them
YEAHHHH fuck I ADORE Val and George and their fans are usually very polarised groups so you don’t tend to see much talk about them- but they are deep and compelling to ME and that alone means I will ramble about them for hours.
I mean George has been with Mercedes as long as Valtteri- that’s not hyperbole, George was in the garage on the night of AD 2016 (there is a reason he doesnt like Nico and if y’all keep saying he should use Nico as a mentor im going to start slapping heads), and was signed as merc’s official junior in 2017 at the same time as Val became Merc’s second driver- while George’s first few years were obviously split between his junior catagory work and becoming more and more integrated into mercs testing structure and engineering meetings- he was there, the whole time, to witness Val doing what he dreamed of some day, and it gave him some small chance follow an older drivers lead in settling into such an imposing team.
In every way Val was George’s unintentional role model, Williams to Merc - but you would struggle to hear him admit it because they spent 2021 practically at each others throats for the seat george would kill for and Val wasn’t even sure he wanted anymore… but George is still the same guy who would make posts on Instagram just to congratulate Val on getting re-signed. Yes Lewis was who George idolised, but Val was within reach, and they acted like siblings. Siblings in the true, struggle to get along but would kill for each other way that strict parenting cultures.
Imola is a prime example to me, it’s why so many people think they hate each other- fair enough but what I see instead is proof of that bond in its most strained state- George made a move that was risky and needed the other driver not to react the way Val did- he TRUSTED Val not to do that to him- but George didn’t account for the rain and the added difficulty and that’s what made them collide. I genuinely think that’s why George is so much angrier than normal- to him its not JUST him being taken out of a chance to show up Val (though it is also that, George isn’t a saint and all drivers are ego monsters), it was that Val reacted in a way he hadn’t accounted for and George felt betrayed and stupid for it. That’s why he slaps at Val after let’s remember, checking valtteri was okay. He checks on Val and when he gets the okay confirmation, the anger bubbles over and he slaps out like a child.
It’s petty, childish and dumb, but that’s what siblings are. They squabbled, George mouthed off, got a smack from his psuedo parent, and went to apologise- which Val promptly left on read and ignored and they went back to working.
The fight for the merc seat had them praying for each others downfall that year, but by the next, they were finding each other in drivers parades to chat, repairing that conversational lapse, and staring after Lewis together. Val had the unique experience of being teammates with The Lewis Hamilton and George clearly looked to him slightly on how to do this right, how to be a good teammate. Off track they were better to each other (it probably helped Val that George got humbled a couple times and reined himself in) and on track… I’ve talked about this before but George used to drive against Val differently to anyone other than maybe max but for whole different reasons- with Val it was about beating someone he could tease, but having the trust that Val would pull it off if he failed even after imola. I STILL think about Georges failed overtake in Singapore 22 when he breaks late and misses the corner trying to overtake val, and val just swerves round him. It was such a dumbass move! But thats George and Val!
On track George is desperate to be a little better, to show hes just as good as him, and off track he still seeks him out as a friend. George wants to beat val because he does at his core admire him- and thats why I fucking love them.
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chapter thirty-three — take my breath
➝ is there a better birthday present than love?
➝ word count: 5,6k
➝ warnings: smut
➝ author’s notes: it took longer than it should have, but i think there's nothing more appropriate than posting the chapter about liesl's birthday on her birthday. enjoy!
FEBRUARY, 2017
Sitting in the Mercedes C-Class parked in the driveway, Elisabeth was silent, her head resting on the steering wheel. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and did her best to hold back the tears that felt inevitable. 
That day had been shit.
Pre-season had been a real headache. Preparations for the launch of the W08, the car of that season, were in full swing, she hadn't had a day off. To top it all off, the hasty negotiations with Valtteri to take over for Nico, who had decided to retire suddenly, without even letting Toto or Niki know, had taken up her limited time and patience, as Williams were not feeling overly charitable with Mercedes trying to recruit one of their contracted drivers.
They only managed to confirm the Finn just over a month before pre-season testing began. It took a few hours of talking with Sir Frank Williams and his daughter, Claire, for the team to release Valtteri. Elisabeth was sure that the affection they had for Toto, from when he was still an investor in the team, played a big role in the success of the negotiation.
However, solving that problem only brought on more. With a new set of regulations or that year, less than a fifth of the car was the same as the previous year. This meant hours of reviewing accounting, vendor budgets, employee rosters, and wind tunnel hours. By the end of each day, Elisabeth felt completely drained, with only enough strength to crawl into bed and sleep.
That Saturday was no different.
Elisabeth had woken up early, gotten ready, had a cup of espresso, and gone to the factory. As much as she wanted Toto's company, she didn't want to wake him. He was working just as much as she was — probably more. Rare were the nights when he didn't spend a few more hours at his home office, or even at the factory, holding meetings with sponsors. That had been the case from the night before. He’d been up late, talking with Petronas' Malaysia-based technical directors about the new fluids being developed for that year.
She had a busy morning, occupied almost entirely with a meeting to present the logistical plan designed for the season. During the afternoon, Elisabeth spoke with the marketing team about the strategies for the W08 launch. She’d also given a factory tour to Mark McLaughlin, one of Qualcomm's directors. After saying goodbye to the American and returning to her office, Elisabeth found a plate with a small chocolate cupcake, as well as a card that read “Happy Birthday, Elisabeth”, along with a picture of her holding one of the giant silver stars that the team used in celebrations.
It was her birthday.
She’d forgotten her own birthday.
— Fuck — she muttered, lifting her head from the steering wheel. Thinking about the messages she’d gotten earlier and ignored - from her parents, Lukas, and Claire, Elisabeth felt her heart tighten inside her chest. She always spent her birthday with her family in Vienna, having dinner at an Italian restaurant, reminiscing about their time in Modena. But that year, she had been too busy to even think about celebrating one more trip around the sun.
She picked up her cell phone that was lying on top of the passenger seat next to her purse, she stared at the lock screen. It was a picture of Toto, Ben, and Rosi, smiling for the camera as they posed in front of Ben’s birthday cake. Staring into Toto’s face, Elisabeth couldn't help but feel a twinge in her chest. Despite numerous congratulatory messages, there was nothing from him. The only time they had spoken that day, on the phone, was during lunch, when he told her that he would not be going to the factory in the afternoon.
“Did he forget it too?”, she wondered, uncertain. Of all of Toto’s strengths, memory was not one of them, after all. He tended to forget simple things, like dinners and meetings. She was always the one to remind him of those things. Him forgetting her birthday would not be out of the norm, but that didn’t make it hurt any less.
In fact, knowing that her birthday was just another day on Toto's calendar made her heart ache even more.
Resigned, Elisabeth took the bag that was on the seat next to her and got out of the car, walking slowly towards the entrance hall, distracted by the notification that had just arrived on her phone. Typing a quick response to a question from Alison, from the Human Resources team, she walked into the living room, pausing to download an attachment from the message.
Until she heard someone clear their throat.
Lifting her head, Elisabeth found Toto standing there, holding a bouquet of lilies and white roses, an anxious smile on her lips. Her eyes flickering between the flowers and his face, she was visibly confused.
— What is this?
He looked at the bouquet, then at her.
— They're flowers, Liesl.
— Why?
Toto blinked.
— Today is your birthday. Or… did I get the date wrong?
Elisabeth gave a shy little smile.
— No, it's today.
— Oh, good — he smiled, approaching her — So, today is your birthday. And a special day like this deserves celebration.
Toto handed the flowers to her, and she felt her eyes fill with tears as she looked at them, noticing that there was a card placed between the roses and the lilies.
— Do you want to see the card? 
— Yes — she whispered.
Removing the envelope nestled in the middle of the bouquet, Toto opened it and withdrew a small note, written in his elegant handwriting.
— Read it to me — he asked.
Elisabeth cleared her throat to read. 
— “You know I don't like birthdays. I believe you deserve to be celebrated everyday. But if there's ever an ideal time to show you how much I appreciate you, it's today. Happy birthday, Liesl. I love you. From... your Toto”.
His name came out as a whisper from her lips, which were trembling, tears streaming down her cheeks. Elisabeth often felt unworthy of Toto's love. She saw herself as a difficult person with a lot of complexities. Sometimes, she even felt like she was broken in some way. However, that side of her had never scared him. After all, as Toto himself said, he was also broken, in a way. Even with that negative assessment, Elisabeth had been the one to fix him. He was determined to be the one to fix her, too.
Kissing her forehead, Toto smiled.
— You like it?
— I love it, honey — she replied, wrapping her free arm in a tight hug, her face buried in his chest. Inhaling his scent, Elisabeth felt her body relax. She was home.
A few seconds later, Toto lightly squeezed her waist, as a signal for her to lift her head.
— It's not just that, Liesl.
— What do you mean?
— I prepared the bathtub for you to take a relaxing bath. I put those bath salts you like in the water, the lemongrass-scented ones. Well, that's what I think you like, since every time I get in the tub with you, your skin smells like lemongrass.
Elisabeth smiled.
— Yes, it's lemongrass. But, you know you didn't have to do all of this, right?
— I didn't have to, but I wanted to. Especially after a busy day like today. As soon as you’re done with your bath, we're going to eat the pizzas I ordered from Gino's.
Her eyes sparkled. She loved the pizza from Gino's, a small restaurant in the center of Oxford. They were the closest thing to what she ate as a kid in Modena.
— Americana and Margherita? — Elisabeth asked, feeling her stomach rumble just thinking about the slices full of cheese and spicy salami.
— Of course, as usual. Now go upstairs and relax. I'll call you when they arrive, okay?
She nodded, before receiving a peck and having the flowers removed from her hands., Elisabeth went upstairs to the second floor, going quietly to their room. As she entered the bathroom, she smelled a distinct scent of vanilla in the air. It was soft and sweet, almost cozy. When she got to the bathroom, she discovered the source of the smell — a scented candle that was lit on top of the counter. Staring at the flame for a few seconds, Elisabeth smiled.
“He thought of everything”, she thought, as she undressed and tied up her hair so it wouldn't get wet.
As soon as she sat in the bathtub, with its warm, lemongrass-scented water, Elisabeth felt her body relax. The bathroom was silent, almost as if it were enveloped in a bubble of serenity and peace. It had been a long time since the last time she had felt like this.
Elisabeth's life after joining the Mercedes operation had become complete chaos. Her time was filled with trips, races and engagements. It was a hard, inconsistent and particularly tiring routine, which not only affected her, but also her relationships with friends and family.
But it was during moments like this that she was grateful to have Toto to share the madness with. He was more than just a boyfriend or sexual partner, he was her best friend. The two of them understood, supported, and cared for each other. Each was the other's home, as Toto liked to say. She was sure of it every time she laid down in bed with him, snuggled in his arms, sleeping to the quiet beat of his heart.
With her eyes still closed, Elisabeth heard footsteps coming from the bedroom to the bathroom. She had no idea how long she had been there, but she could stay there for the rest of her life, that bathtub was so good.
— Liesl?
She opened her eyes and looked to the side to find Toto standing beside her, a smile on his lips.
— Yes?
— Is everything okay?
— Yeah, everything is great.
He crouched down beside her, leaning on the edge of the tub.
— Is your bath okay? Would you like anything? 
— I'd love for you to come in with me — she whispered, a small smile on her face. Toto returned the smile, bringing a hand to her cheek and stroking the damp skin.
— I'd like that too, baby, but that would mean letting the pizza get cold downstairs, and if I know you, you wouldn't eat it cold.
— Oh, is dinner here?
— Yes, it’s downstairs, waiting for us. Are you coming?
— Of course — she replied, leaning on the edge of the tub to lift herself out of the water. As soon as Elisabeth stepped onto the rug, Toto handed her a towel to dry off, before leaving the bathroom and asking her what she wanted to wear. A few minutes later, the two of them went downstairs together, hand in hand, with her wearing one of his old T-shirts and baggy pajama pants, towards the kitchen, where the table was meticulously prepared, with the flowers Toto had given her decorating the environment.
Between laughs, sips of wine and stories of other disastrous birthday parties, the two ate a few slices of pizza apiece. However, Elisabeth couldn't help noticing that Toto looked a little uneasy, especially when the two of them were silent. “He's hiding something”, she thought, as he got up to take the dishes to the sink.
With everything organized and the two of them in the living room drinking what was left of the wine in the bottle, she stared at Toto for a few seconds.
— Are you okay, my love?
— Yes, I’m perfect. Why the question?
— You seem… Uneasy. Like you’re anxious.
He looked at her for a few seconds before smiling.
— I'm thinking about your present.
Elisabeth pressed her lips together, serious.
— My present? Toto, you know that…
— I don't need to give you anything, I know — he cut her off — But I want to, Liesl.
— Torger — she muttered seriously.
— Come with me, baby — Toto whispered, getting up from the sofa and placing his glass of wine on the coffee table. Placing her own glass next to his, Elisabeth felt his hand wrap around hers, leading her through the house.
  She just didn't know what to expect from Toto, especially on an occasion when she knew it was no use telling him he didn't need to give her a gift. The team principal always made a point of spoiling her with something of exorbitant value, but that would barely tickle his bank account.
“You deserve the whole world, Liesl”, he always told her, as soon as she asserted that she didn't deserve to be spoiled like that. And Elisabeth knew that Toto would be able to deliver it into her hand if she wanted to. All she had to do was ask.
He led her up the stairs to their bedroom, holding her fingers gently. With her heart racing, she felt the anxiety rising within her. The two entered the suite in silence, hand in hand. Leading her towards the bed, he looked down at her with a smirk.
— Baby, can you sit on the bed for me?
She let go of Toto's hand and walked over to the mattress, settling down on it. However, instead of approaching her, he went to the mirrored closet doors and slid them open, entering the cubicle. In the silence of the room, Elisabeth felt her pulse roaring louder and louder in her ears, tension building in her muscles.
“What the hell is he up to?”, she wondered.
A few moments later, he emerged again with a small white bag in his hand. Slowly approaching her, Toto reached out, handing the package to her. As she looked at it more closely, she noticed that there was a letter ‘F’ printed on the surface, as well as the words ‘Fleur du Mal’. “What kind of store is that?”, Elisabeth wondered, staring at the bag in silence.
— What is it? — she asked, looking up at him.
— Open it — Toto just said.
Tearing off the seal, Elisabeth opened the bag and reached inside, pulling out a long piece of black satin, with something embroidered on it. Running her thumb over the fabric, she looked up.
— A piece of cloth?
Toto smiled.
— Not just any piece of cloth.
— No?
— It's a blindfold.
Elisabeth felt a lurch in her stomach.
— When I was looking for your gift, I happened to come across an article that I thought was interesting…
— An article?
— Yeah. About female pleasure.
She raised an eyebrow, feeling her heart beat harder in her chest.
— Female pleasure — Elisabeth repeated.
— Yes — he continued, taking the blindfold from her hands — I've read that many men don't know when a woman has an orgasm. That they don't know exactly what their partners like in bed. In general, there’s a… gap.
— But you’ve made me come before… so many times  — she replied softly, trying not to blush. 
A smug smile appeared on his face.
— Yes. And I know exactly when you're having an orgasm, so I don't think I'm part of that statistic. But, reading that article, I felt like… I could learn more.
She blinked.
— So I started researching more about how to improve, how to make our intimacy even more — he paused, winding the silken sash around his hand — pleasurable.
— Why? — Elisabeth asked quietly.
He smiled.
— Because your pleasure gives me pleasure, Liesl. In fact, making you come is more pleasurable to me than anything else. Watching you orgasm and knowing I'm the one who made you feel that way is… Wonderful. Hearing the sounds you make, feeling your muscles tense under my hands, the taste of your come… That turns me on more than anything. And I wanted to make it even better for you. And I found that one way to do that is by using… different things.
— You mean… toys? — she asked directly.
— Not necessarily — Toto replied, removing the cloth that had wrapped around his hand — There are many possibilities we can explore aside from that. Although, the idea of watching you squirm in pleasure while I use one on you seems tempting.
Heat rose in Elisabeth's cheeks.
— The point is, your birthday present isn't a thing, or an object. It's an experience. Something good, relaxing — he approached, bringing one of his hands to her cheek — In fact, you're already living that experience. I prepared the environment, bought the flowers, organized dinner and the bath, everything for you to feel like you deserve.
— Like I deserve...
— Good. Relaxed. Happy — he replied in a low voice, his thumb brushing her skin, his eyes locked with hers. She felt like she was being hypnotized — Now I want to make you feel even better. But, I need you to want it.
— Want…
— Do you want it, Elisabeth?
— Want what? — she asked, as if she had just woken up from a trance. Toto leaned in front of her, resting his hands on the mattress beside her thighs. He wasn't even touching her, but it felt like his fingers were burning her skin, the tingling in her belly almost unbearable.
— Do you want your gift?
— My gift?
— Do you want to have the most pleasurable night of your life, Elisabeth?
She swallowed hard.
The offer was tempting.
With the words stuck in her throat, Elisabeth just nodded her head. A shadow of a smile appeared on Toto's face.
— Words, baby. I want to hear from you.
— Yes — she whispered — I do.
A smile crept onto his face as his brown eyes seemed to darken further. Taking one of her hands, Toto lifted his torso and, pulling gently, he got Elisabeth back to her feet, not without difficulty, as her legs felt like they were made of jelly. When she managed to regain her balance, she looked at him, who was watching her curiously.
— For starters, I need you to take off your clothes.
Automatically, she brought her hands up to the shirt she was wearing, pulling it over her head carelessly. Then, she slid her pajama bottoms down her legs. With her clothes  thrown into a corner, Elisabeth put her arms at her sides, the cold air making her skin prickle. Then, she looked up at Toto, who was staring at her with a smile at the corner of his mouth.
— I meant.. all of your clothes, Liesl — he said, his voice low.
Glancing down, she found his finger gliding gently across the elastic of the panties she was wearing. They were just basic white panties, far from the sexiest pair she owned. But Toto didn't care. He had never cared about what she was wearing when they were going to have sex, whether or not she was wearing luxurious lingerie or comfortable cotton panties, as long as when she took them off, her pussy was there, wet and ready for him to do whatever he desired. 
— Take it off for me — Elisabeth whispered.
Toto tilted his head, looking at her.
— I'd love to, Liesl, but tonight I'm in control — he said, in a serious tone — And you are the one taking your panties off.
She pressed her lips together, trying to ignore the heat coursing through her skin.
— As you wish, Mr. Wolff.
Sliding the panties down her legs, Elisabeth stifled a gasp as cool air made contact with the wetness between her thighs. After kicking the garment to the corner along with the T-shirt and pants, she found herself naked in front of Toto. His eyes roamed over her skin with curiosity, which made her desire grow.
However, that wasn’t the only thing exciting her. The stark contrast between the two of them made Elisabeth's anticipation ever more present. He was still fully dressed while she was completely naked. It was a clear game of power and control, and it was all new to her. After all, Toto had never been the dominating type, and she wasn’t very good at being submissive — she just didn’t have the personality for it.
At that moment, naked and at Toto’s disposal to do whatever he wanted with her body, she didn't feel vulnerable or fragile, as Elisabeth thought she would if she was ever in this situation. To her surprise, she felt confident. Powerful. Beautiful.
— Lie on your back for me — Toto finally said, after a few seconds of silence. She obeyed almost immediately, facing the bed. Then Elisabeth felt him approach — Close your eyes, Liesl.
Again she obeyed, feeling the silk of the black cloth he held in his hand slide across her face, stopping right in front of her eyelids, completely obscuring her vision.
— Are you comfortable, Liesl?
— Yes — she replied in a low voice. After answering, she felt Toto's hands land on her waist, their heat causing a wave of excitement to run over Elisabeth's skin. He gently rotated her back to her starting position.
— See anything, baby? — she heard Toto ask from somewhere in front of her.
— No.
— Are you sure?
— Absolutely, Toto.
— Good — he said. She could practically hear his smile in his voice — Now, I'm going to help you to bed, okay?
Elisabeth nodded and felt Toto take her hands and gently push her back, making her take a step, then another, until she was resting the backs of her thighs against the mattress. Elisabeth first sat on the bed, feeling the fabric of the comforter that covered the bed against her skin, the softness of it taking her by surprise. She had never realized how soft the texture was.
After hearing Toto direct her to move further back so that she would be in the middle of the bed, she laid down on the mattress with a sigh, her heart pounding in her chest. Without being able to see anything, every other one of her senses were in overdrive to compensate. Elisabeth could smell the aroma of the vanilla scented candle that had escaped from the bathroom present in the air, and she could hear the sound of Toto's footsteps as he walked around the bed. Imagining him pacing back and forth, scrutinizing her like a feast served just for him made her squeeze her tights together.
— Is there a problem, Elisabeth? — he asked somewhere at her feet, in a serious tone.
— No — she replied.
One of his hands landed on her ankle, fingers gliding lightly over her skin. Elisabeth swallowed hard, her lips pursed and heat coursing through her body in waves. She just couldn't understand how that simple touch had so much power over her.
— None at all?
— No, none.
— You're wondering what I'm doing, aren't you? — he murmured, pulling his fingers away — Imagining what I'm planning to do with you tonight.
Elisabeth didn't answer, too focused on the tingling growing between her legs. Until she felt the bed sink in on her right side, as if he were settling down with her on the mattress, one of his hands resting on her belly, just above her navel.
— Tell me what you're imagining, Liesl — Toto whispered, his thumb tracing lazy circles on her skin — I want to hear what you're thinking.
— I'm not… thinking about…
— You are, I can tell by the way your cheeks are red. Come on, tell me. Or I'm going to have to leave you like this for the rest of the night.
— You wouldn't do that — Elisabeth said. She couldn’t help but sound a little indignant.
— Don't doubt me, Miss Lauda — he murmured — I'm capable of a lot, especially when it comes to you.
— Oh, yes? What exactly are you capable of?
Toto laughed, pulling his hand away from her body.
— My love, I'm the one asking the questions here. And, you didn't answer the question I asked earlier.
She pressed her lips together, a little annoyed.
— I was thinking about you walking around the bed, looking at me like a feast.
— So you see yourself as a feast, Elisabeth?
— You see me as a feast, Torger — she shot back, making him laugh again.
— Is this your way of telling me to eat you?
Elisabeth didn't answer, too distracted by the image of his face between her legs causing a new wave of heat to run through her skin. And she was sure her own body had betrayed her when she felt a warm breath against her ear.
— Tell me what you want me to do, baby — Toto whispered, his hand caressing her belly again — Tell me what's on your mind.
— I'm thinking about the first time we had sex, in Sochi — Elisabeth said softly — I'm thinking about the way you touched me, asking what I liked. I'm thinking about how you slid your lips down my body, kissing my skin, until you reached my…
In the middle of her explanation, a groan escaped her lips. The hand that was on her stomach slid down as she spoke, his middle finger finding her clit and drawing small circles, slowly. If that was already pleasurable under normal circumstances, now, deprived of her sight, it was much better. 
— You can go on, I'm listening.
— I…I can't — she stammered lightly before letting out a high, high-pitched moan.
— Care for me to stop so you can talk? — Toto asked, his finger stopping to move between her legs.
— No, no, please continue — Elisabeth whimpered, her hips moving in search of more friction. However, he did exactly the opposite of what she had asked.
— I want to hear from you. Finish your thought first, then I'll continue.
Elisabeth let out a frustrated grunt, one hand groping blindly down his arm, trying to get him to move, to no avail.
— Toto...
— Tell me what you were thinking — he said, his tone more like an order than a request. Completely vulnerable in that bed, Elisabeth didn't dare disobey him.
— I was thinking about your mouth on my pussy, sucking and licking me with such passion I felt like I'd just died and gone to heaven. No man had ever fucked me the way you fucked me that night and every other night since. I love your mouth, your tongue and the way you combine every element. 
— Do you want me to use my mouth, then?
Elisabeth just nodded, a whimpering sound escaping her lips. Removing his hand from her pussy, Toto got up from the bed without saying a word. 
— Toto? Are you there?!
Silence. Her heart was pounding in her chest, the adrenaline of pleasure and the anxiety of being possibly alone and completely vulnerable had her reaching for her satin blindfold.
— Don't even think about taking your blindfold off, Elisabeth — Toto said from somewhere at the foot of the bed.
— But…
— I'm here — he said, resting his hands on her ankles, slowly pulling them apart — And I'm not going anywhere.
She felt the mattress sink between her legs, as if Toto was settling into that space. His hands repositioned her feet so they were planted on the bed and her knees bent. Elisabeth was completely exposed to him, anticipation making something in her belly tingle.
— You know, Liesl — he began, a finger idly running down her thigh — I've imagined that night in Sochi many times. I always thought about what it would be like when I finally had you all to myself. I imagined thousands of scenarios. I imagined from the most romantic scenes to the dirtiest. I imagined everything from a simple goodnight kiss after dinner to pulling you into the tire room at the Nurburgring and letting you angry-fuck me for taking you on that lap. In the end, you chose the exact scenario that I had never thought of.
— In a hotel? — she whispered.
— No. With you taking the initiative — Toto replied, planting a kiss on the side of her knee. “He's between my legs”, Elisabeth thought — You always seemed so shy, so delicate. I thought it was going to be up to me to take the first step. And then you showed up in my room, you took off your dress, and I knew you were mine. Finally mine.
His lips slowly slid over her skin, placing kisses along the way to the spot between her legs. When he was getting to where she most wanted him to touch her, Toto stopped and walked back the same way. He was teasing her.
— I didn't even know where to start when I put you in my bed. I wanted to do it all at once. I wanted to feel your taste, your heat, your touch, but I knew that, more important than me at that moment, it was you — he murmured, giving attention to the other leg — So, I decided to start by touching you, getting to know you, finding out what turned you on. Seeing you come for the first time is my favorite memory.
Hearing him say those things while touching her gently made her feel like she was melting under his fingers. 
— Please — she whimpered softly.
— What do you want?
— Please, I need you.
— What do you want me to do for you?
— Anything, just make me come, please.
Elisabeth heard a low, almost devilish giggle.
— As you wish, baby — he replied, taking one long lick to spread her wetness across her pussy, a loud moan escaping her lips as her hands gripped the bed’s comforter. His ministrations were slow and patient, as if he wanted to understand what each movement, each rhythm, each direction provoked in her body and face. It was the kind of delicious torture only he knew how to do, the way it left her legs shaking and her heart racing.
Alternating between soft touches with her tongue and vigorous sucks, Elisabeth began to feel a familiar sensation in her belly, as if it were a balloon being inflated little by little. And she knew that the moment it popped, it would be something breathtaking.
— Toto — she whimpered as she felt him descend, his tongue playing at her entrance, teasing her.
— Want my fingers to help you, baby? — he murmured against her body, the vibration of his voice making her gasp.
— Yes — Elisabeth choked out.
She was so wet that Toto’s fingers slipped inside of her easily, bending to find the right spot inside her. The spot he knew would make her back arch and the dirtiest words leave her lips.
— Fuck — she moaned, bringing a hand to his head, fingers clenching in his hair — This, yes!
The balloon continued to inflate in her abdomen, her hips moving erratically against Toto's face, trying to seek out more friction. Combined with his fingers and tongue, Elisabeth felt every second closer to orgasm.
— Yes, yes, yes, this, yes — she murmured, her breathing labored and the muscles in her body completely tense. She was almost there — Don't stop, please, please, please...
Then, the balloon popped.
Elisabeth let out a moan so loud the neighbors would probably have heard it, her body shaking with the waves of pleasure that ran through her skin. Orgasms in general were great, but Toto's were completely different. There was an extra ingredient in the mix that made them more ravishing.
It was his sweetness, his affection, his dedication to her that made her believe that, contrary to what she thought, she did deserve to be loved the way he loved her. And feeling that love in the small gestures, in the way Toto took care of her and made a point of making her feel good, made her feel filled with something she had never felt before meeting him.
Happiness.
She was still recovering when she felt Toto's lips move up her body, placing kisses on her sensitive skin, until they reached her mouth. Savoring her own pleasure on his tongue, Elisabeth brought her hands to the back of his neck, caressing it. Then he pulled away and, with one hand, removed the blindfold that covered her eyes.
After a few seconds of trying to get used to the brightness of the room, Elisabeth found Toto staring at her with a look of concern.
— Are you okay?
— I'm fine — she replied, her fingers stroking the back of his head — Why?
— You're crying.
Elisabeth blinked, feeling her eyes wet. She hadn't felt the tears run down her skin, perhaps because of the blindfold. But, now that he had spoken, she realized that, in fact, she was crying. But inside her, there was no hint of sadness or anguish.
— I'm fine — Elisabeth repeated, more to herself than Toto.
— Did I hurt you? — he asked softly, almost as if he was feeling guilty for making her orgasm.
— No, no, you didn't hurt me — she said, watching his expression. At that moment, looking at his face brought a new wave of emotion, her eyes filling with more tears. Elisabeth only felt love. Pure, raw and simple.
— Then why are you crying?
— Because I love you — she whispered.
Toto raised an eyebrow.
— You’re crying because you love me?
— I'm crying because you showed me what happiness is. You showed me what it's like to be truly happy. You made me blossom when I thought I was just a barren stump, Torger. And I love you for it.
He smiled, leaning his forehead against hers.
— I love you too, Elisabeth. More than I can put on words.
After a few seconds of silence, Elisabeth brought her hand to his face.
— Can you lay down with me? — she whispered — I wanna feel you close to me.
— Of course, baby — Toto answered, settling down next to her on the bed, placing a kiss on her forehead. Wrapped in her embrace, Toto’s arms resting on her waist, Elisabeth felt completely safe.
She was at home.
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What do you think William and Michael’s relationship was like before Evan died?
I always thought of them having a good relationship before that, and William feeling betrayed by Michael “murdering” Evan.
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im gonna put these into one since theyre related :3
I am a firm believer in the fact william ADORED his kids. it seems like a fair leap to make that he'd hate them since hes, you know, a child murderer, but there is soooooooooooo much evidence to contradict it and its genuinely one of my favorite things about him. as such, i do think that, when it comes to michael specifically, he used to love him too! most of this is headcanon, though i do have reasons for some of it, and especially the belief he loved them.
Regarding michael though, at MOST, it would've been being just...Kind of irritated with him. If you've got a kid whos kind of an annoying prick and an asshole, youre not gonna like them 100% of the time, but that doesnt mean youre going to hate them, either. It's also important to note that Mike is the oldest; He's been around the longest. He was Williams first kid.
I havent thought too much about their relationship before evan and elizabeth came along, but i certainly don't think it would be bad in any way. William likes kids! He likes entertaining kids! He likes to entertain, in general; Hes a very theatric individual. It's what he centered his entire life around for a long time, and it's not a stretch to say he would be delighted to have a kid of his own, you know? Before the whole bite of 83 incident, he was coasting. He was not the man we know him to be now.
As time goes on, though, I think it would be a sort of situation where Michael "resents" William for kind of being...Absent. For not paying as much attention to him as he used to. He's very, VERY obsessed with his work, and taking into account how mike is your standard asshole teenager, i dont think its a stretch to believe he'd hate how he's never around and use that against him in his head; Not only that, but he has two younger siblings, who are probably getting a lot more attention because they require it. Thats angst fuel, baby!!!!!!!!! God knows SOMETHING was wrong with that boy and its not the same shit thats wrong with william
Post evan-crunching, I do think he would resent michael. I dont think he would LIKE that he resents him, but i think he would nonetheless. It would be...Very complicated. He'd know its not his fault, but its definitely his fault, right? It wasn't on purpose, but he did do it on purpose, you know? He did it, but he didn't mean to. But he did. Its kind of hard to forgive someone for something like that.
Though, I know Williams character, and i know he...Doesn't like to admit to his faults. (And even if he does admit to them, he tends to embrace them and see them as a good thing.) Due to this, I can see him deflecting any and all blame onto michael & henry (because he was the better engineer at this time and mostly responsible for the animatronics), rather than the fact he wasnt there to prevent it from happening like he probably should have been + allowed michael to continue bullying evan in general.
Instead of being consumed by the thought that, perhaps, if he had stepped in sooner, this wouldn't have happened, he WOULD press that blame onto mike. he would grow to resent him over time. It doesn't help that, in my personal interpretation of him, the whole reason william started his whole child murder escapade was because he wanted to figure out how to bring evan back; he just kind of lost the thread along the way. always been a bit silly, regardless.
While its obvious that william fucking hates mike later on in the timeline, i think that may be partially because the whole 'wholly blaming michael for evans death' thing could easily turn into 'wholly blaming michael for everything that went wrong'. if we do choose to believe that he started killing in an effort to figure out how to bring his son back, that means michael wouldve been the first domino. the reason he started killing, the reason he built the funtimes, the reason elizabeth died (whom he also loved very much; see circus baby), the reason henry no longer wanted to associate with him, the reason he lost everything. his lifes work. his passions. his entire family. the reason he died. the reason hes stuck inside springtrap. the reason hes eternally suffering. if it werent for michael killing evan, none of this wouldve happened.
its not michaels fault that william ruined his own life, and i think, deep down, thats something he knows, but its not something he wants to acknowledge. not after believing it for so long.
anyway before he died i think they had family game nights
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yr-obedt-cicero · 1 year
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Laurens's papers
Recently @46ten's posts got me hooked on the question surrounding what happened to Laurens's papers after his death, and who took hold of them. And you should check them out because they mention things I won't here, I've reblogged a few before posting this for reference. Anna (@my-deer-history) also made a valid point here, if you're interested. But here I will be diving into different subjects;
Additionally, JCH mentions that the Oct 1780 letter and the Apr 1779 letter are “the only one which has met our inquiries.” [x] Then are there are mentions of Elizabeth handing out the copies of the Oct 1780 to her biographers that she hired;
I see a common false assumption that Hamilton's family had them, but there only seems to have been two in their hold (Or at least that they published and didn't destroy). We know John C. “partly” published the April 1779 letter in Volume 1 of Life of Alexander Hamilton—I say partly because he cut out a large amount of paragraphs, he included everything from “Cold in my professions, warm in my friendships...” to “There is a total stagnation of news here...” but swiftly cuts out all the other paragraphs until “Fleury shall be taken care of. All the family send their love.”, but published the postscript. And does the same in The Works of Alexander Hamilton. He also had the physical original letter since there is a note and some censors on the letter presumably in one of the Hamilton boys handwriting.
But other than that, the only other Hamilton+Laurens letter that appears in John's work is the 11 October 1780 letter about Arnold and Andre. And many copies of the letter were made; “This letter was sent as an enclosure by H to Elizabeth Schuyler on October 11, 1780. The original letter sent to Laurens was probably intercepted, for there is a copy with three minor notations by Sir Henry Clinton in the William L. Clements Library of the University of Michigan. This letter, with relatively unimportant deletions, was printed in the New York Evening Post, July 23, 1802.” [x]
But [Elizabeth Hamilton] determined not to be outdone in this respect, and has submitted to me various manuscripts in the handwriting of her husband. The first is a letter addressed by him to Col. Laurens, then in France, giving a very particular account of the treason of Arnold, the capture, trial and execution of André, and of various personal interviews with him prior to his execution.
Source — Letters of George W. Strong, by George Washington Strong · 1922
With a little bit of digging, I found an interesting story about William Gilmore Simms. He was an American writer and politician from the South who was a “staunch defender” of slavery (Ironic considering who he wrote about). And also a poet, novelist, and historian. He also wrote The Army Correspondence of Colonel John Laurens. As ardent a southerner as he was, Simms's engagement with history was never cynical or narrowly utilitarian. He thought of his historical scholarship as a genuine effort to understand the past and to propagate that understanding to others. His passion for history was obviously linked to his identity as a South Carolinian. He certainly believed that to be of value, history should be written to inform and instruct the present, but all who seriously study the past believe so.
Apparently it is unknown just when and how Simms acquired the Laurens papers, but on the 11th February, 1845, Simms expressed an interest in producing; “a series of papers made up of brief biographies of distinguished men of the Revolution in the South, interspersed with their original Letters” [x] Simms planned to write about both Henry Laurens and John Laurens, but also other influential figures like, John Rutledge, Horatio Gates, William Heath, Arthur Lee, and Patrick Henry. To which he then proposed a series.
Moving on, Simms began his research for a volume on John Laurens soon after the exchange of these letters, and that research continued into 1846. On the 21st of December, he wrote to editor and critic, Rufus W. Griswold, asking about an article touching upon John Laurens which had appeared in the 2nd of December, 1784, issue of the Independent Chronicle of Boston. But after this, there was no more mentions of the papers or series, and it appears Simms began to work on other projects. Nonetheless, Simms never abandoned the idea of writing about Laurens or the other figures with his manuscript collection.
Which actually leads to an interesting story of where Laurens's papers could have been completely lost to history due to a fire;
The Civil War and its aftermath would do much to determine the fate of Simms's collection of John Laurens papers. In his 31 May 1862 letter to William J. Rivers, Simms expressed his anxiety that the war would threaten his plantation with its large library and manuscript collection. “I wish to save my library,” he told Rivers, “but my first regard is for these valuable old documents,” a collection of “very rich” material. Simms had good reason to be anxious. In October of the previous year Union forces began their conquest of the South Carolina coast, and Simms feared that if Charleston should fall, his property, a mere 70 miles inland, would soon afterward be exposed. He therefore implored Rivers, a professor of Greek literature at South Carolina College in Columbia, to receive his Revolutionary War manuscripts and be “the custodian of these treasures.” Simms told Rivers that, “I had proposed Lives of Henry and John Laurens,” with “selections from their correspondence & a running commentary.” Noting further that he had “made notes of them, & examined them carefully” but had nonetheless, “made few draughts upon their contents,” Simms suggested Rivers could assist him in preparing them for publication.
Source — Reading William Gilmore Simms; Essays of Introduction to the Author's Canon, 2017
Simms had reason to be nervous about losing his library and manuscripts at this time because on the 29th of March, 1862, only two months before writing to Rivers, his house had caught fire. Although fortunately, it was put out successfully and there weren't endangering damages. Simms had only recently added a separate wing to the house to serve as his library. Probably completed no more than a month before the fire, which may have very well saved the manuscripts found in The Army Correspondence of Colonel John Laurens from destruction. Simms did confirm when writing to close friend William P. Miles afterwards that; “I have saved all my MS.S and nearly all my library. The wing was saved.” [x]
Later in 1864, at Woodlands, Simms was preparing to evacuate, packing up his manuscript collection and other selected items for shipment to Columbia, as threats of the Union Army coming had reached. While he had hoped to save his entire library, the manuscripts were his highest priority. Because the Union army appeared in Barnwell District, Simms was unable to return to Woodlands. In Columbia, he and his family were not present at Woodlands when it was burned down from Sherman's army. The library was entirely destroyed but at least the manuscripts had been saved.
After the war, Simms resumed his efforts to publish the Laurens papers. He spent the summer of 1866 in New York City trying to establish new and reestablish old connections with publishers and friends, disrupted as they had been by the Civil War. This included seeking a publisher for the Laurens papers as well as other pieces he had written or planned to write. With the help of Duyckinck, an agreement was reached with The Bradford Club (Founded in 1859 by John B. Moreau in New York City, The Bradford Club, named after William Bradford the first printer in the colony of New York, met periodically and published volumes on topics related to American history) to publish a portion of Laurens's papers.
These volumes were printed in a limited quantity and distributed to the club's members and subscribers. It published seven volumes from 1859-1867, before the club dissolved. Although there was a non-numbered volume by Duyckinck titled Memorial for John Allen and was published by the club in 1864. It was probably his previous connection that accounts for Duyckinck's apparent ease in arranging for The Bradford Club to publish Simms's The Army Correspondence of Colonel John Laurens which was the seventh and last volume published. Furthermore it was, in Simms's words, a “plan proposed by” Duyckinck which determined the form the volume would take.
In New York with the Laurens papers at hand, Simms began work immediately after the agreement had been reached. He asked Duyckinck for materials which would assist him in preparing a memoir of Laurens, that he planned to publish before the selection of letters to were included in the volume. Specifically, he requested a copy of the volume of D. Appleton and Company's The New American Cyclopedia, which Duyckinck had co-edited and also contained biographical sketches of Henry and John Laurens, both authored previously by Simms. Other references to other sources can be found in the “Memoir” included in The Army Correspondence of Colonel John Laurens.
On 28 September 1866 Simms wrote to Duyckinck; “I have prepared in a rough penciled draft, the memoir of Laurens,” and would begin revising and copying the next day. [x]
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The contents he outlined in this letter would be the final contents of the volume. In addition to the Memoir is an 1824 letter from John Church Hamilton, an historian and the fourth son of Alexander Hamilton, which described Laurens's military and diplomatic career. Simms then also placed a poem, Lines on the Death of Colonel Laurens by Philip Freneau, whom Simms described as; “the poet par excellence of the American Revolution.”
Although the Memoir does not offer the same as a comprehensive biography of Laurens would, it does provide sufficient context for the letters which follow it. Those letters, what Simms called “Laurens' camp letters,” span the period from 13 August 1777 to 18 October 1778, and are all addressed to his father. While Simms did possess other of Laurens's letters - some of which he does quote in the Memoir - he never directly addressed his decision to set these particular letters apart in the finished volume. It is speculated that perhaps he thought that because these letters were addressed to Laurens's father during the period he served as president of the Continental Congress, and they were written by the son from roughly the time he began his service with Washington to before he transferred to South Carolina; Simms believed they comprised a set with a loose but coherent narrative. This was, after all, the period during which Laurens first experienced the war and began to demonstrate those qualities which would merit his posthumous fame.
Following the Civil War, Simms had realized that his personal finances were in a dire condition—With a house to rebuild, and a family to care for he was eager to establish sources of income wherever they could be found. While still in New York during the summer of 1866, Simms sold some of his Washington papers for $250 to an unknown buyer. Then in May of 1867 - after having finished editing The Army Correspondence of Colonel John Laurens, but not yet seeing the printed volume - he became desperate, and was beginning to consider selling the Laurens papers. With assistance coming again from Duyckinck, as well as John Jacob Bockee, the papers were sold - probably sometime before July of 1867 - for $1,500 to the Long Island Historical Society. Which in 1985, changed its name to the Brooklyn Historical Society. Those papers were transcribed and microfilmed and sold some time in the 1960s, and today Simms's collection of Laurens papers is located at The South Caroliniana Library of the University of South Carolina in Columbia.
Something I came across when digging through the manuscripts of Hamilton's and Laurens's letters was that on the back of Hamilton's letter to Laurens, 30 June 1780, there is a note on the back that reads; "Letters from diverse persons to J.L. antecedent & subsequent to his appointment as Special Minister, &c."
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Source Library of Congress, Digital Collections. Image 35 of Alexander Hamilton Papers: General Correspondence, 1734-1804; 1780
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Meaning someone was filtering through Laurens's letters, but I'm not sure who. As all previously presented, Laurens's papers were placed in many hands. It looks nothing like Simms's, as seen below with the first inage—nor, Evert A. Duyckinck's the second image.
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But George L. Duyckinck's is seemingly of closer resemblance;
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I also don't think Simms had any of the Hamilton+Laurens letters, as the Memoir only really contains letters from Laurens to his father. But that's not to say Simms never had these letters, rather he just focused on them. It could have been part of his collection but he didn't publish them, although I'm more inclined to believe these were part of the Coffin's sale. Moving on, according to Founders and other websites, Laurens's papers are scattered between several societies and libraries throughout the country, most in South Carolina, some in Massachusetts, etc.
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Some other thoughts on hypothetical social media presences:
- If he had to, Brian would probably run a very eclectic but well organized, entirely unsuspecting blog that consisted mostly of reblogged martial arts instructionals and art he liked. He would not do things with it often, and would completely stop posting after Levi. If you ever asked him if he’d used tumblr, he’d probably be extremely sheepish about it.
- By virtue of her power, Aisha would be able to maintain an online presence as a cape with relatively little heat coming down on her. Initially terse and of poor quality, she rapidly improves and begins presenting complex, witty, almost Hunter S. Thompsonesque profiles and descriptions of cape life and other villains. After adopting the Heartbroken, they get even better, integrating her intelligence and style with a better knowledge of the literary canon. Unfortunately for Anglos, it would also contain excessive references and passages in Quebecois.
- This is tangential, but I must presume for the sake of the meme that Heartbreaker is from La Salle.
- Rachel would have a single, extremely cracked phone for two reasons: to call the Undersiders, and to follow dog-based gimmick accounts.
- Somehow, Lily actually ended up a fan of Bonesaw’s account before it was revealed that it wasn’t actually fiction. It haunts her to this day.
- Sabah would have had a kink sideblog. I just know it. I know she is would have. Furthermore, she would swear off tumblr after the porn ban in protest.
- I know in my heart of hearts that Armsmaster is a redditor. He just slightly changed the type of redditor he is over the course of the serial.
God, these are all such 100% on point. To throw in a few of my own:
Shatterbird runs an absolutely brutal Goodreads that is nothing but essay long reviews of her thoughts on the book she was reading that week, interspersed with philosophical theories and fucked up anecdotes of her time in the nine. Somehow never gets deleted.
Numberman spends hours on Wallstreet Bets gaming the Stockmarket to make sure people lose money. He even got himself to be made the mascot of the reddit.
William Manton posts on facebook
Feel like there's a really good chance Lisa would be on twitter. Seems like it would be the perfect type of mean girl environment for her to thrive in. She runs some twenty thousand follower account that is nothing but dropping horrible secrets about other capes that post bad takes.
Almost no capes actually use PHO. That's the sort of environment that attracts only geeks and losers who spend all day arguing about Who Would Win fights, which is why Victoria Dallon is on there.
Also thank you for that Aisha S. Thompson idea. There's a non-zero chance I might try writing that wormfic someday.
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Ikemen Villians Suitor Personalities Based On Their Silhouettes (speculation) (joke post)
❣❣❣ Please don't take this post seriously. AT ALL. I expect to be 400% wrong on all accounts. In fact I hope I'm 400% wrong just so I can have a laugh XD
❣❣❣❣ The silhouette file names have character names attached (got em on the official site). I don't know if they're official names or placeholders meant to throw off nosy people like me, so take them with a grain of salt?
❣❣❣❣❣ Also if their personalities and names have already been divulged, super-ignore this post. I'm writing this as of 11.03. You saw nothing here. I'm just a weird person prone to simple errors.
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William. The villain-by-circumstance type. Started off as a hero before he became disillusioned. He's a bit of a hard-ass and the kind of man who will see his villainy through to the very end, even if it comes at a huge personal cost (and it already has). His first impression is that he's cold and uncaring, but he's also the same guy constantly saving your constantly-getting-kidnapped ass. Self-taught cook because he's had to feed himself all these years and doesn't trust other people not to poison him. Sleeps naked.
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Liam. Fun, spunky, spontaneous. The life of the villain party. His jokes are the funniest, and often needed to offset how dark the storylines may get. He jokes about how he's William's "after-image" or "echo" on account of how his name is literally just the last half of William's :') It's hard to hate this guy even though he does some pretty fucked-up stuff if you stop and think about it. Or he's this game's haughty tsundere, idk.
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Harrison. Playboy. Is constantly making "jokes" about bedding you. Turns out they really are only half-jokes, because he's very concerned about how much you let your guard down around the other guys. Does not want to admit to himself that this constant form of teasing, something that he considers a blip in his evil grand schemes, means anything more than what it is. Does not want to admit to himself that any room that you're not in feels emptier for it.
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Alphonse. Kuudere. Elegant but deadly. Aloof but surprisingly warm. He's so quiet that half the time you're not even aware he's in the room before he says something sobering and logical to get the discussion back on track. He wants absolutely nothing to do with you. In fact, it irritates him that all the other guys give you so much attention. What's so special about you, he wonders. His stare is chilling and direct and uncomfortable. He will definitely use his coat to shield you at some point, whether it is from the elements or blood spray or the shock of a group of pigeons taking sudden flight. You've basically won the game if you can get him to smile.
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Elbert. The wild-card. His fighting prowess is second-to-none. Flagging him for possible yandere. Flagging him for possible tsundere. His, uh, silhouette, makes me think of someone who's quiet and a bit of a loner. Maybe someone who doesn't want you to get too close to him lest you be tainted with the same evil that has corrupted him, forsooth? Or he's got bad ideas for days and a smile like a shark. I can't put my finger on this guy.
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Roger. Big tol daddy. Reliable to a fault. Definitely gives me villain-by-circumstance vibes, as much as a silhouette with no other information can. If he wants the first thing you notice about him to be his gun, then his primary goal is for you to understand that he's not here to fuck around. He's got a serious personality and he's probably seen some shit. Definitely has/had a little sister. So while he's not above torturing you, he'll always stop short. Alternatively he's super easy-going to distract from the fact that he's doing some really evil stuff when you're not looking.
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Victor. Yandere? A man with a dark memory for every year he spent growing out his hair? A smile that is at once devastating as it is... also devastating? Beautiful and dangerously charming in a way that makes you wonder if you're about to be kissed or about to be killed. There are sensual pros and rational cons to being locked in a room with him. His vulnerable side may be painfully precious. It would be hilarious if he was one of the younger characters, but I'm betting he's in the senpai series.
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Ellis. This dude doesn't sleep and he lives off sugar and whatever else he can pawn off strangers. Half the time he just zombies onto the scene to make a passing comment that makes zero sense before grabbing your hand and taking you off on some equally nonsensical misadventure. That is all just an act, however, because he knows people will drop their guard around him and divulge critical information if they believe him to be a fool. Even then, all his "nonsense" has its own deeper meaning as well.
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Jude. He's got the "daddy" trenchcoat, which I can only take to mean that he is a "daddy" type. I feel like he and Roger either super get-along or hate each other's guts. This guy's just everywhere. Positively everywhere, lounging like he owns the place. He's constantly offering to make you his partner so you can rule together as an evil power couple. May hide an earth-shattering secret.
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Like I said, I fully expect to be suuuuper off on these guesses XD
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can I do an offshoot of a tag game? inspired by the TV show tag game:
Rules: 10 (non-ancient) books for people to get to know you better, or that you just really like.
Augustus by John Edward Williams. I go back and forth, but this might be my favorite novel of all time. It is an epistolary novel around the life of Octavian as he becomes Augustus, and it is stunning. I read this once a year at least. (John Williams also wrote two other novels, which are probably perfect: Stoner, which made me cry a lot, and Butcher's Crossing, which I've been saving to read.)
The Blind Assassin by Margaret Atwood. Okay to be fair, I haven't reread this ever, because it was so upsetting to me the first time I read it that I don't know if I could read it again. So it's possible it doesn't hold up—my memory of it is hazy and it's been a while. But the inner dialogue and character of Iris Chase and the structure of the novel had a huge effect on me both as a person and a writer.
Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro. This book fucked me up. Like Irish Chase in The Blind Assassin, the first-person narration of Kathy H. really resonated with me. This is another book I reread often, even though I cry every time.
Home Fire by Kamila Shamsie. I have read a loooooot of myth retellings, both modern and not. Most of them are . . . not for me. But this one is incredible and has something to say about the original text. The last scene has stayed with me for a long time.
On Another Man's Wound by Ernie O'Malley. I've posted about this before, but this is one of the few non-fiction books that I love, and it lives in my brain always. It is a gorgeous, personal, frank, sardonic account of the Irish War of Independence.
Dated Emcees by Chinaka Hodge. I don't read a lot of non-epic poetry, but this is maybe one of my favorite books of poetry ever. At various points, I literally had to physically put the book down because I was overwhelmed with the genius of it. It's both devastating and very funny.
Copenhagen by Michael Frayn. This is a short play about a (real) mysterious meeting between Niels Bohr and Werner Heisenberg in Copenhagen during WWII. It somehow makes theoretical physics accessible and beautiful at once, and is one of my favorite works of literature ever. There have been a few productions of it, including a TV version with Daniel Craig, but my favorite is the BBC radio play production that you can listen to here.
Cloud Cuckoo Land by Anthony Doerr. I feel like Doerr wrote this book as a gift to me, personally. It has Greek. It has the Odyssey. It has disparate strands through time. It has a love of libraries and books and reading, and characters that make you laugh and cry. (His previous book, All the Light We Cannot See, is a close second.)
Darkness Visible by William Styron. This is a very short memoir of Styron's depression and suicide ideation. This is another book I haven't reread, so I don't know if it holds up. But I distinctly remember reading it at a time in my life when I didn't have the vocabulary for what I was feeling, and feeling so deeply understood and grateful.
The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas (père). This was the first book I read in French, and I remember being iffy on it as I was starting, because I was worried I would get bored quickly. NOT SO. The water escape from the Chateau D'If is still one of the most thrilling scenes I've read.
Tagging (with no pressure whatsoever): @ainulindaelynn, @fenharel-enaste, @findusinaweek, @whereforartthoumisthios, @fikali, @brasideios, @alethiometry, @sleeplessincarcosa, and anyone else who wants to talk books!
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“He won't get me”: some of the rejected suitors of Archduchess Elisabeth Marie
I am in a good mood so I decided to finish up this post that I had on my drafts since months ago, when I read the memoirs of Archduchess Erzsi's English governess. While I thought the memoirs itself were kinda dull I did find very interesting tidbits of information. Today I'll talk about two of her (alleged) suitors.
Erzsi, being the granddaughter of the Emperor and the only child of the late Crown Prince was considered a candidate for many princes, like her cousin Albert, future king of the Belgians. Other one was Prince Eitel Friedrich of Prussia, the second son of Emperor Wilhelm II.
After the review there was a grand gala dinner at the Hofburg, and I went with the Archduchess to watch the Royalties from the musicians' gallery over the banqueting hall. The table was gorgeous with gold plate, and I find I wrote my mother, in an account of the banquet : “Our dear Emperor has a splendid appetite. The German Emperor, who sees everything, noticed our Archduchess up in the gallery and asked who she was. Upon being told, he asked our Emperor that she might come down after dinner and be presented. She is certainly growing remarkably pretty.”
Evidently Emperor Wilhelm II. found her so, as later he sent his second son to visit the Austrian Court with the intention of making a matrimonial alliance between him and the Archduchess. But he counted without the Archduchess, for when she saw the youth, she exclaimed : “Marry that boy! Never!” and forthwith retired to bed, from whence she refused to emerge until His Imperial Highness had shaken the dust of the Austrian Court from his Royal shoes, and taken his departure.
The girl seemed to had a flavor for drama. The governess doesn't talk about this potential marriage again, but I was a still curious so I made a quick search to see if I could dig something more about the subject and I stumbled with this news article from 4 June 1890 published in The Toronto Daily Mail:
THE AUSTRIAN CROWN.
London Truth says:—The information given in a St. Petersburg paper about the possibility of the German Emperor's second son, Prince Eitel, being raised to the imperial throne of Austria is not wholly unfounded. But the condition would be marriage with the Archduchess Eizabeth. She is his senior, but the difference is not great enough to be disparity when both reach years of discretion (...) Both the Emperor and Empress of Austria hate to the degree of loathing the Archduchess Stephanie, who is as good (or bad) as excluded from their presence. “No more unnappy couple exist,” says to me a circus friend of the Empress, from whom she hides no grief. But their misery would be far deeper if he Archduchess Stephanie were to shine forth again as coming Empress through a marriage with the feeble-brained heir-presumptive to the throne. Such a marriage would probably secure the succession to a child of Stephanie. Were Elizabeth declared heiress, as Maria Theresa was, with the support of William II., with the understanding that she was to marry his son, and were, by this arrangement, the sons of the Archduke Charles Louis to be cut out, Francis Joseph and the Empress Elizabeth would die happy.
First of all, the age gap between Eitel and Erzsi was... two months. In his favor. So already we can tell this article doesn't have the best sources. However it also tells us that at least the rumor of this union existed even years before the governess started working at court.
While there was speculation about the succesion after Rudolf's death, and his daughter's name came forward, there never seemed to have been a serious effort of naming her heiress (there was however an attempt to remarry Stephanie to archduke Franz Ferdinand... actual crackshipping); Franz Josef, always the traditionalist, preferred to name as heir the nephew he barely standed that to bend the succesion laws in favor of the girl that was his favorite grandchild. So this engagement seems to be more wishful thinking for people that hoped for the unification of Germany and Austria rather than a serious plan; perhaps Wilhelm did thought his son had a chance with the archduchess, but I doubt that Franz Josef would've liked to give his empire to the Germans in a silver plate. In any case, Erzsi's reaction to the prince ended this project before it even begun.
The other potential bridegroom only gets marginally mentioned in a letter from the governess to a friend of hers. The Governess doesn't date this letter but given the context it is from early May of 1898:
The Archduchess wishes me to assure you she is not fianceed with the King of Spain. Her expression is: “He won't get me;” and I don't think he will.
He didn't got her.
Again a very quick search made me came across with several news articles published in January/February 1898 that announced the engagement of the fifteen-years-old Erzsi with the twelve-years-old King Alfonso XIII of Spain. And again, this really seem to be nothing but rumors. I know nothing about Alfonso but I doubt there was any serious attempt to get him a bride while he was still a literal child; by the time he had reached majority, Erzsi was already married.
And that is all I have for today on this subject; If anyone has any information (specially if it's from better sources that memoirs published almost two decades after the events happened and gossipy news articles) about this potential unions please tell me!
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The utter *rage* I still feel at Marvel Studios for still not having acknowledged Gaspard Ulliel’s death while we’re two episodes into Mo on Knight.
According to this French media, the third episode will have a dedication to him before the credits, but by the time we reach the 13th of April, which is when episode 3 will air, it’ll have been 85 days between Gaspard Ulliel’s death and *any* official mention of him on any official Marvel/Disney Studios channel.
And, even though I understand that there’s schedules and social media planning for a company as big as this needs to be set up very precisely, they DID, on the official Marvel Studios Instagram account, post about William Hurt and a text post for the anti-LGBT legislations proposed in the US in March, both events which were not planned or scheduled beforehand.
They should have made a similar post about Gaspard Ulliel’s passing. He has won two Césars, and been nominated for three more. It’s not like he was just some random actor they pulled into the Mo on Knight project for funsies.
Making a post honoring his career and life is not a spoiler for a character he plays in a show that hadn’t premiered by the time of his death. I mean, the cast and crew probably have words to say about working with him. 
*If* Marvel Studios posts on the 13th of April about him, it better be one hell of a post. 
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I'm the anon who talked about mobox's roleplay groups in June and also the anon who talked about the character design problems for animation more recently. I was already on Tumblr before but I remade my account and I'd figured I'd come back here to discuss publicly on this blog (I'm tired of hiding out of fear of getting harassed for the things i did in the past. I assure you, I'm currently moving pass this and I am getting help and treatment). I also plan to keep my account for future asks on my work or other stuff. Mobox does seem to have a strange Fetish with abuse and rape. Usually people who have these types of "kinks" are known to have had traumatic experiences in the past related to it and use it as a way of coping. Not the healthiest way, especially when you expose it to minors.
I also remember this ask that popped before the controversy, which I thought was interesting to mention :
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...Where an anonymous pointed out how mobox's au didn't make any sense, especially in the timeline and the way mobox shipped characters. Of course, Mobox responded in his usual way.
He doesn't even need to get off the internet at this point, he needs severe help from professionals.
Oh my goodness, hi! Your art style is so nice!
Anyway, remember that wiki page that I talked about here? I have a feeling that the page was made by someone close to Mobox, since it talked about him being abused as a kid or something, which, now that I look at it, makes the thing with him having a r*pe/abuse kink make even more sense (And the cover up with Stolen Innocence).
He's obviously exposing it to minors. An example being one of his friends (Polly) is literally 15 years old and apparently Mob and him ship Pau with one of his OCs now (and Stan with another one of his OCs as well). A few of his fans have even admitted they couldn't watch Open Mind because they were also minors (One admitted they were 16), and minors still follow his content anyway and think it's ok to do the things he does.
Here's the English translation for that ask, by the way:
The Anon: mobox, I feel you're ruining your au. First about Ennard and Eleanor, then the timeline is not understandable because of a post you did about Renata this year and what you've said about Renata and William before. And now Cassidy is probably the new guard when we don't know much about her.
Mobox: ooLOL
in case they are all ideas, I can not believe that just by saying "I have the need" for you it is "I WILL DO IT"
As I mentioned, we still don't know, I only make plans, besides, it is clearly an Au, the ideas will like it and others will not, but that is already one's decision.
(For context with Eleanor and Cassidy, (NOT Cassidy in the Cassianverse), Eleanor (A character from the Fnaf book "To Be Beautiful") was planned to be Ennard's toxic ex partner, while Cassidy was Jessika and Gron's daughter
This is Cassidy in Affinity:
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But yeah, you're right. He didn't seem to take critique too well, which is funny because he stalks our blog even though he absolutely hates it
The thing is, Mobox claims that he's going to therapy, but from all that we've seen, it hasn't helped at all. Mobox hasn't changed himself at all, not even now. He still does the same stuff that he's done before.
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Thomas Blacklock the Scottish poet was born November 10th, 1721.
Yesterday I told you about the deaf artist, Walter Geikle, who against the odds made a success of hi life, today, on a similar vein, it is The Blind Poet Thomas Blacklock.
Blacklock was a Scottish poet and scholar. His father was a bricklayer, and his mother was the daughter of Mr Richard Rae, a cattle dealer, For bricklayer I would probably guess he was more of a stonemason, given the era he was brought up im, but let’s not quibble about the dad, it’s the son we’re here to talk about.
He lost his sight as a result of smallpox when he was just six months old. At the age of 12, he began writing poetry, and due to the influence of some of his friends, he soon gained some reputation in Scotland and abroad as a blind poet with some promise.
By 1759 he had completed his theological studies, and he was licensed as a preacher in Dumfries, where he acquired a considerable reputation as a pulpit orator. He was appointed minister of Kirkcudbright, but was objected to by the parishioners on account of his blindness, and gave up the presentation on receiving an annuity. He later moved to Edinburgh, where he became a tutor, and in 1767 he was made a D.D. (Doctor of Divinity) from Marischal College in Aberdeen.
Blacklock's poems are mostly forgotten today, and his primary claim to fame is saving the life of poet Robert Burns by persuading him not to go to the West Indies, but to stay and publish his poems instead. The ship that Burns was supposed to travel with sank on its subsequent voyage with all lives lost, so yes he most certainly did save our Bard’s life!
According to Corey Andrews in The Genius of Scotland: The Cultural Production of Robert Burns, 1785-1834, "[Burns wrote, in an autobiographical letter to John Moore,] that 'a letter from Dr. Blacklock overthrew all my schemes by rousing by poetic ambition.' He confesses that 'the Doctor belonged to a set a Critics for whose applause I had not even dared to hope'."
Thomas seems to have been a very well liked man, according to Chambers' Dictionary of Eminent Scotsmen, "It has been said of Dr Blacklock that 'he never lost a friend, nor made a foe;' and perhaps no literary man ever passed through life so perfectly free from envious feeling, and so entirely respected and beloved.
 His conversation was lively and entertaining; his wit was acknowledged, but it had no tinge of malice; his temper was gentle, his feelings warm—intense; his whole character was one to which may be applied the epithet amiable, without any qualification."
I enjoy finding connections between our past “celebs”, like the one with Blaclock and Burns, but oor Blind Port also ties in with the subject of a post at the tail end of last month, James Boswell.
Blacklock visited Boswell for breakfast in August, 1773, during Samuel Johnson's stay in Edinburgh, shortly before Johnson and Boswell set out on their tour of Scotland. According to Boswell, in Journal of a Tour to the Hebrides, Sir William Forbes "brought with him Dr Blacklock, whom he introduced to Dr Johnson, who received him with a most humane complacency: “Dear Dr Blacklock, I am glad to see you!” Blacklock seemed to be much surprised when Dr Johnson said it was easier to him to write poetry than to compose his Dictionary. [...] Dr Blacklock spoke of scepticism in morals and religion with apparent uneasiness, as if he wished for more certainty."
The building in which he lived (at the corner Chapel Street and West Nicholson) now contains several pubs including The Peartree and The Blind Poet (the walls of which are decorated with a number of Blacklock’s poems). The Peartree has one of the best beer gardens in Edinburgh. 
Thomas Blacklock died at his home, and was buried just round the corner from his house in the churchyard of St Cuthbert’s Chapel of Ease, now called Buccleuch Parish Church it is the oldest ecclesiastical building on the south side of Edinburgh.
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Louis James Moriarty / Albert James Moriarty , Part 2
Part 1, here: https://lledron.tumblr.com/post/718787539505430528/louis-james-moriarty-x-albert-james-moriarty
What pets do they have? Albert wanted to keep Charles, so he shares custody with Mycroft. "Who's cute and beautiful?" said Albert, petting the pigeon and handing it pieces of freshly baked bread. "Albert, you're making her too fat…" said Louis, taking the pieces of bread away from the poor bird. "He's just hungry. "He has to maintain a healthy life in order to fly and do…whatever it is that pigeons do…Promise me that you will feed him conscientiously and that you will talk to Director Holmes about a good feeding plan" said Louis. "I promise," said Albert. His fingers were trembling. He desperately wanted a drink, but this was his third day without touching alcohol. He could have. He could.
Wedding (Including a Modern AU Who's proposing? Well, technically they were married, Albert thought. They lived in the same house, shared a Netflix account and paid for it jointly. But legally they were brothers, even if they hadn't seen these people in years. Louis was on her chest, stroking her nipple. And before his other head thought he'd better go for a second round, Albert spoke up: "Will you marry me?" The blond raised his head, looking beautiful and confused. "Are you kidding?" he inquired. "No" she explained and pulled out the ring, hidden behind the headboard of the bed. "Louis James Moriarty, will you marry me?" he said and held up the simple gold ring.No blood covered diamonds for them. "Yes," Louis replied, smiling. "But what are we going to do if…?" "Don't worry about that, I already have a plan" Albert said and wrapped him in a hug. The world could burn for all he cared.
Who really enjoyed the planning? They both did! "Louis, why don't you sit Sherlock and Will at the, you know, married table?" "They're newlyweds. We have a list, Albert, your list…" "You know Moneypenny and Bond tried that once and it didn't work, right? Why do you want to put them together at the singles table?" "All right, you win, we'll send out an invitation with a plus one." "Confirmation from the bodyguards came in as well. If they see that hideous thing* or my parents they have orders to call the police."
Would your wedding be small or grand? It would be intimate, because I think in this AU Albert was still working for the Queen of England's secret service. Arrangements of roses, lilies and daffodils. Albert and Louis would have fits in case something goes wrong during the wedding. If Albert's parents walk in, if the judge decides not to marry them… Fortunately, all went well, but Moran stopped a crazy ex of Louis' who had bypassed security and was going to say "I object because they are brothers, he introduced him to me as his older brother and told me not to worry". Helena, William and Sherlock's daughter, was the flower girl and Fred was the ring bearer.
Which guest was happier to see them get married? William cried tears of joy as his brothers kissed in front of the judge. Sherlock hugged him from behind and held out a handkerchief. *Albert calls his brother "the thing".
¿Qué mascotas tienen? Albert quería quedarse con Charles, así que comparte la custodia con Mycroft. "¿Quién es lindo y hermoso?", dijo Albert, acariciando a la paloma y dándole trozos de pan recién horneado. "Albert, la estás engordando demasiado…" dijo Louis, quitándole los trozos de pan a la pobre ave. "Sólo tiene hambre. "Tiene que mantener una vida sana para poder volar y hacer… lo que sea que hagan las palomas… Prométeme que lo alimentarás a conciencia y que hablarás con el director Holmes sobre un buen plan de alimentación" dijo Louis. "Lo prometo", dijo Albert. Le temblaban los dedos. Deseaba desesperadamente un trago, pero era su tercer día sin tocar el alcohol. Podría haberlo hecho. Podría.
Boda (incluye un AU moderno) ¿Quién se declara? Bueno, técnicamente estaban casados, pensó Albert. Vivían en la misma casa, compartían una cuenta de Netflix y la pagaban conjuntamente. Pero legalmente eran hermanos, aunque llevaran años sin verse. Louis estaba sobre su pecho, acariciándole el pezón. Y antes de que su otra cabeza pensara que era mejor ir a por una segunda ronda, Albert habló: "¿Quieres casarte conmigo?" El rubio levantó la cabeza, hermoso y confuso. "¿Estás de broma?", inquirió. "No", explicó y sacó el anillo, oculto tras el cabecero de la cama. "Louis James Moriarty, ¿quieres casarte conmigo?" dijo y levantó el sencillo anillo de oro.Nada de diamantes cubiertos de sangre para ellos. "Sí", respondió Louis, sonriendo. "¿Pero qué vamos a hacer si…?". "No te preocupes por eso, ya tengo un plan" dijo Albert y lo envolvió en un abrazo. Por él, el mundo podía arder.
¿A quién le gustaba planear? A los dos. "Louis, ¿por qué no sientas a Sherlock y Will en la, ya sabes, mesa de los casados?". "Son recién casados. Tenemos una lista, Albert, tu lista…" "Sabes que Moneypenny y Bond lo intentaron una vez y no funcionó, ¿verdad? ¿Por qué quieres ponerlos juntos en la mesa de solteros?" "De acuerdo, tú ganas, enviaremos una invitación con un acompañante." "También llegó la confirmación de los guardaespaldas. Si ven esa cosa horrible* o a mis padres tienen órdenes de llamar a la policía."
¿Su boda sería pequeña o grandiosa? Sería íntima, porque creo que en esta UA Albert aún trabajaba para el servicio secreto de la Reina de Inglaterra. Arreglos de rosas, lirios y narcisos. Albert y Louis tendrían ajustes en caso de que algo saliera mal durante la boda. Si los padres de Albert entran, si el juez decide no casarlos… Afortunadamente, todo salió bien, pero Moran detuvo a una ex loca de Louis que se había saltado la seguridad e iba a decir "me opongo porque son hermanos, me lo presentó como su hermano mayor y me dijo que no me preocupara". Helena, la hija de William y Sherlock, fue la niña de las flores y Fred el portador de los anillos.
¿Qué invitado se alegró más de que se casaran? William lloró de alegría cuando sus hermanos se besaron delante del juez. Sherlock le abrazó por detrás.
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