#wherefrom

[glppzb9eqwkeju]

Se cogen a joven influencer Spanking cfnm mistresses cute boy bound bdsm Tall blonde MILF Holly Wellin rides stiff cocks on couch Chubby Indian mom moans under strong cock of her not son Teen moans with fun in her solo masturbation act Tiedup sub gets whipped by dominant master Holly Hendrix first BBC anal Handsome footjob gets performed by a hot brunette in open air Girlfriend riding my small black cock (leave us some comment)

#barrowful #insinuated #fewness #plumbagin #unmaintained #innovation-proof #antileak #rucksacks #wicked-acting #arcking #Heinrich #willow-shaded #abintestate #uncaparisoned #wherefrom #impervial #quasi-serious #undazed #straight-drawn #theaterwards

[longsightmyth]

Quick question I was under the impression fba was marketed as adult but people are now telling me maybe it's YA?

WHAT IS THE TRUTH

#myth rags on fba #like to be clear it is reading very much like current ya #I know wherefrom this author gets her inspiration #it's extremely clear #but I thought it was marketed adult?

[psykicks]

Part of me wants to say Zira has a bedroom above the book shop, part of me wants to say he has no real personal residence at all because angels don't have the same material needs as humans do.

#he's lazy but he also has no bed. the duality of... man. angel. thing. #but also wherefrom is he going to gently banish crowley on a cold autumn night when they're just too comfortable nearly falling into bed? #ooc

[hellenicrisis]

"And when the weaving Fates fulfilled the time, the bull-horned god was born of Zeus. In joy he crowned his son, set serpents on his head – wherefrom, in piety, descends to us the Maenad's writhing crown, her chevelure of snakes."

– Euripides, The Bacchae

#🏛🕯 #devotional post #dionysus #pagan #the bacchae #hellenic pagan #dionysus worship #paganism #hellenic paganism #helpol #hellenic polytheism #polytheism #hellenic polythiest #polytheist #dionysos #dionysos worship #euripides

[gnossienne]

Do you ever think about how poetry has never been more irrelevant and unpopular in the English language than it is at this very moment?

I do not because it is not. Aside from being blatantly untrue, it is also a deeply anti-intellectual position. Poetry has always had and will always have relevance in our revolving, ailing society. At moments of individual or collective grief, rage, or joy, poetry is a constant companion. Think of Amanda Gorman's revolutionary reading at the most recent American presidential inauguration, or the way John Ashbery's Dream Song 29 has been woven into the titles and themes of Succession. Poetry is all around us, whether we are cognizant of its subtle rhythms or not.

Arguments about the decline of poetry's cultural importance are not new. Poets have been, across the centuries, making a case for the artform's relevance and immediacy, with poets acting as oracles, prophets, and keen observers of the human condition. Shelley said, "[the poet] not only intensely beholds the present as it is[...] but he beholds the future in its present[...]A poet participates in the eternal, the infinite, and the one." Miłosz titled his collection The Witness of Poetry as such, not, as he explained, "because we witness it, but because it witnesses us."

As the centuries drag on and horrors endure, so too does poetry. After the World Wars, there were those who felt it was impossible to write poetry in the 20th century because the extent of the devastation went so deep that it tainted the human soul, wherefrom all poetry emerges through the poet into the world in relation to humanity. Thus, how do we continue to write it, to read it? Because poetry allows us to endure, no - it mandates that we endure. Poems scrawled on paper scraps, in the dirt, on forgotten receipts, in the mortar of prison walls. Poems, even in their most simplistic form, do the work of expressing the truth they guard. And think, how many of us carry poems within ourselves that will be unspoken unto our deaths? As Miłosz wrote, “Man, pushed to the very limit of his condition, found once more in the written word a last rampart against the loneliness of annihilation.”

A poetry-less society is a dead one, without passion, conviction, or intention. Whitman's challenge "To have great poets, there must be great audiences, too" reads like an indictment of our increasingly anti-intellectual society, drunk on convenience and puerility. Indeed, Orwell wrote that after WWII, "one ought to recognize that the present political chaos is connected with the decay of language." Language and its use in a free society matters. Subsequently, if we are to retain any semblance of humanity at all, whether politically, morally, or intellectually, it must matter the most.

If you do not see poetry around you, then it is up to you seek it out; no one will provide beauty for you in this miserable society of ours - you must find it yourself.

#replies #poetry #on art

[goryhorroor]

favorite horror movies (1): nosferatu (1922)

"Wherefrom there is no salvation except that a woman without sin should cause the vampire to forget the first cock crow. Of her own free will she should give him her blood."

#horror #horror movies #nosferatu #horroredit #moviesedit #filmedit #cinema

[lord-sharl-perceval]

Champagne Problems

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader Summary: In which Charles comforts a crying girl on a cold London night. Warnings: Mentions of death (made up friends & made up brother), angst, fluff, use of google translator for french curse word, overly romanticized for entertainment purposes. Notes: Also english is not my first language, so criticism is always welcome, but please be kind xx Word Count: 2.7K

Masterlist

Part Two: The Deal

Part Three: Karma Is My Boyfriend

Part One: The Sweet Stranger

»your mom's ring in your pocket, my picture in your wallet, your heart was glass, I dropped it. Champagne problems«

"Excuse me?"

You winced noticeably before you turned your head into the direction wherefrom the voice had spoken to you. Just a few meters away a young man dressed in a suit was standing there.

"Are you alright?" He asked with a worried expression on his face. Taken by surprise you nodded, assuring the stranger you were fine. However he furrowed his brows dubiously, not believing you.

"Are you sure? You're crying" he noted with a french accent, fishing a tissue out of the inside of his jacket and handed it to you carefully.

"Thank you" you mumbled, accepting the tissue, using it to wipe away the tears from your cheeks.

"Do you need to call someone?"

"No, thank you" you replied and turned your gaze towards the distance.

"Alright" he breathed, abutting on the blue railing of the Bridge.

"But I'm definitely not leaving you on your own"

"Pardon?" Perplexed you faced the young man, who just looked at you with raised brows.

"What?" He took a step aside.

"There you go, safety gap"

Still startled you simply stared at him, confused by what the man was doing. All you wanted was time to yourself to process the horrendous evening you had just experienced.

"Why?"

Anxiety started to pile up, of course you couldn't spend some time by yourself on the Tower Bridge at night without encountering strange men that wouldn't leave you be. Frowning the brown haired man scanned you from head to toe.

"Well, you're by yourself in the middle of the night standing on a bridge, crying, your heels are off. It's chilly and you're wearing a spaghetti strap dress without a jacket"

You gasped for air.

"Wait-, no-" you shook your head frantically but then looked down on yourself and quickly realized where he was coming from.

"Fair enough" you snorted, running your fingers through your thick hair in frustration.

"I do not want to commit suicide if that's what you thought" you responded horrified, although you couldn't help to feel relieved at the same time. The man apparently wouldn't go, because he sincerely wanted to make sure, you were fine instead of intending to harass you.

"I'm relieved" he breathed out.

"But still you seem to be upset about something. Do you want to talk about it? It can help to pour your heart out to a stranger" he offered and smiled softly.

"Don't you have somewhere else to be?" You retorted, wrapping your arms around yourself in attempt to warm your cold body. Melodic laughter escaped his lips.

"Coud say the same thing about you or do you always take strolls in dresses and higheels?"

The corners of your mouth twitched hardly noticeable at his words.

"I think, I've already embarrassed myself enough"

"This is your opportunity to embarrass yourself even more" the stranger responded sounding oddly encouraging.

Baffled you eyed the man, for the first time noticing how handsome he was. You couldn't clearly see his eye color due to the faint lighting of the bridge, but you already knew his eyes were your favorite feature of his face.

"I'm a stranger to you and you are a stranger to me. We both couldn't care less, if we made fouls out of ourselves" the brunette, young man reasoned.

"You frenchman are strange" you shivered, feeling your hands ache in the cold wind as you rubbed your arms.

"Thank goodness, I am not french then" he said, his smile broadening until the dimples appeared. After you flashed him a puzzled look, he started to snicker.

"I am from Monaco" he clarified.

"And that doesn't make you french?"

"We prefer being called monegasque" the brown haired man explained.

"Sorry" you shuddered.

"I didn't mean to be disrespectful"

The man shook his head.

"Don't worry about it" he assured you, observing shortly after that you were strongly trembling in consequence of your light clothing.

"You're freezing" the monegasque remarked and took off his jacket.

"May I step closer?"

You wanted to decline his unspoken offer, but instead you nodded, getting a whiff of the pleasant scent of his perfume as he came closer and put his black jacket around you.

"Very kind of you" you mumbled, shyly smiling at him.

"I'm y/n by the way" you introduced yourself, while extending your hand to greet him.

"Charles" the monegasque answered, shaking your ice cold hand.

"Sharl" you repeated the french and, in your opinion, more fancy version of the name Charles.

"So tell me y/n, what brings you here in the middle of the night?" Charles asked, after you both turned towards the River that reflected the lights of the city.

"I ran away"

Tears welled up in your eyes, as soon as you thought back on the unpleasant event that had happened earlier this evening.

"After my boyfriend proposed to me" you proceeded, while pulling the jacket closer.

Charles carefully watched your expression, you looked devastated and guilty. Tears ran over your cheeks again, staining your face with mascara. He could see how sorry you were, how much abandoning your boyfriend was nagging on your conscience. The pained expression on your face made it somehow easy for him to empathize with you, even though your boyfriend was the one deserving the empathy.

"And it wasn't even that we never talked about marriage, of course we did and I was convinced I wanted this, but I guess, I didn't know the real answer until he went down on one knee. Ironic, huh?"

You faced him, finally catching a better sight of his pretty eyes, nevertheless you couldn't put your finger on the exact color of them. Maybe they were green, maybe hazel, they could have been ocean blue as well.

"You must think, I'm a cruel person" you snuffled, using the tissue to stop the tears.

But Charles shook his head.

"I'm not one to judge" he assured, handing you another tissue.

"But if you talked about it, what made you run away?"

You inhaled deeply, crossing your arms in front of your chest, after you wiped your nose.

"I believe, that love isn't for everybody" you turned your head away from him, gazing into the distance.

"For a long time I thought, I was one of those people. That was until I met Will, my boyfriend. He was very patient with me, never gave up on me and made me slowly like the idea of marriage and starting a family"

With a deep sigh you then continued.

"But seeing him get down on one knee made me question our whole relationship, it made me realize that I never wanted this" your voice broke and once again tears were brought to your eyes.

"And hearing him say these words felt like hands around my neck, they suffocated me" you bit your lip.

"So I ran"

You paused and he couldn't find the right words to say.

"I understand" Charles then responded compassionately, taking a closer look at your beautiful but sad face. Your jawline was clenched, your cheeks rosy, the big eyes glassy.

Even while crying she was gorgeous Charles thought. You both kept silent. Charles thought of ways to make you feel better and you choked on your sobs, desperately trying to calm down.

"Let's walk a bit, we don't want people to think we're planning on jumping off of the bridge, do we?" Charles suggested after a short period in attempt to make you smile. And he succeeded as he managed to bring a smile to your face.

"I can't walk through the city looking like a Panda though" you sighed followed by silly laughter. Charles watched your face light up and as he did so, he couldn't detain chuckling as well.

"May I help?" He asked politely, whereat you had to smile brightly.

"Yes, you may" you giggled.

"What?"

"Is every monegasque guy as polite as you are?"

"Most of them are" he replied, carefully wiping away the mascara stains off your face with a tissue. Meanwhile the monegasque cleaned your face highly focused, you were able to take a closer look at his beautiful eyes, finally registering his eyecolor. They were hazel with blue flecks, by far the prettiest pair of eyes you had ever seen.

"There you go, no more panda eyes" Charles grinned confidently.

"Merci"

"De rien"

For a moment you both tensley stared into each others eyes, forgetting your surroundings and circumstances for a split second up until reality crashed in on you, brought you both back to here and now. Charles cleared his throat and nodded towards the way back to the city.

"Let's go"

Quickly you slipped in to your uncomfortable higheels and walked awkwardly next to the taller brunette.

"Why would you believe that love isn't for everyone?" Charles questioned to start another conversation.

"Because I've seen it" you smiled sadly.

"My parents were never happily in love, my mother spent all their marriage cheating on him with different men until my dad's had enough and divorced her"

Charles' curious expression swiftly saddened as he heard your parents story and started to understand why you were so troubled with love.

"I'm sorry to hear"

"And yes, it's my parents business, but while my father was clueless about my mother's infidelity, I knew all along, since I was 13"

"That must have been horrible. Didn't you ever tell him?"

You bowed your head in shame and shook your head.

"No, my Dad and I never had the closest relationship and it's not that I've admitted it to myself back then, I've supressed it for years" you explained, burying your hands in the pockets of the jacket.

"When you love someone, the least thing you want to do, is hurt them. My parents hurt each other pretty badly, all the time. They are incapable of love"

Charles remained silent, he wasn't convinced of your statement, but unlike your parents his parents had had a loving relationship. They had set the perfect example for him and his brothers, they taught them what it meant to love and to be loved.

"I can already hear them talking behind my back: she would've made such a lovely bride, what a shame, she's fucked in the head" you changed the topic and laughed scornfully. The monegasque shook his head, loosening the tie around his neck.

"It's okay to choose not to get married" he told you, shooting you a reassuring look.

"Although running away wasn't the ideal way to decline his marriage proposal" he joked, trying to lighten up the mood.

"Tell me, you were alone with him"

You couldn't help but to smirk at Charles' comment. You knew, it wasn't funny, that you had to take full responsibilities of your actions once you got back, but right now you just wanted to allow yourself for only a few minutes to laugh about it in order to relieve the stress that had built up.

"I wasn't" you confessed guiltily.

"He proposed to me on my party"

"bordel de merde!" Charles cursed in his native tongue in disbelief and bursted into laughter.

"I changed my mind, you are a cruel person" he bantered as though he had known you for years already. You didn't counter, you just laughed with him. Charles meant it as a joke, but you understood that leaving your boyfriend behind with all the guests made you indeed a cruel person.

"Now to you: what were you doing on the bridge?" You asked full of curiosity.

"I needed some fresh air, I've had a rough evening" he grinned, even though there was a glint of misery in his eyes.

"What happened?"

"My family and I hosted a charity event on behalf of my deceased brother and my best friend" Charles responded, slipping his cold hands into his pockets.

"I'm sorry, did they pass recently?"

"No, my best friend passed away 5 years ago and my brother 7 years ago" suddenly his voice sounded evenly.

"Does it ever get better?" You asked cautiously to which he just sighed.

"No" his lips formed to a small, but sorrowful smile again.

"Some days are just less tough than others" Charles ran his long, slender fingers through his brown, untamed hair, releasing another, deeper sigh.

"In 2019 I also lost another friend and ever since that this crippling anxiety has been haunting me, the fear that I might lose another person that I love. I wouldn't survive that" he loosened his tie another time and also opened the first two buttons of his shirt as though he felt smothered by them.

"I spent hours and hours contemplating if I ever wanted to start a family one day and the answer was always the same: no, because to start a family meant more to lose" Charles added, meanwhile tears had welled up and gleamed in his eyes. You didn't notice that a teardrop fell from your eye and rolled over your cheek. You were moved by his words. What Charles had been through was unimaginable.

"I'm honestly so sorry, Charles. I've been whining all night about my problems, that definitely seem like champagne problems compared to yours and-"

"Y/n! It's fine!" Charles interrupted and laid his hand on your shoulder to calm you down.

"I approached you, remember? I was worried and I wanted to make you feel better and guess what? You made me feel better"

Perplexed you looked into his handsome face, recurringly getting lost in those hazel eyes of his.

"Sorry" you whispered and felt blood rushing to your face, tinging your already read cheeks crimson.

"You've apologized enough for today, don't you think?" He said with a crooked smile on his face, hardly any trace of grief left.

"You're right" you agreed with the monegasque.

The rest of the night you two strangers spent talking about everything and anything. You gave Charles a little London tour, showing him the true gems of your hometown, at least that what could be seen at nearly 12 A.M. Like silly children, you had been fooling around, both forgetting what an awful evening you both had had. When it was slowly time to part ways, Charles kindly accompanied you to the next taxi rank.

For a few meters you and the monegasque walked silently next to each other through the illuminated city of London. Both lost in thought, enjoying each others company without the deafening silence that would have came alongside awkwardness.

"I think, I just proved, that I'm no better than my parents. I've hurt the person that I love the most. I'm incapable of love just like them" you muttered as the realization came to you.

"I don't believe that" Charles disagreed.

"Love is not just a strong feeling, it's a choice and sometimes people stop choosing and that is fine"

You didn't respond, the heavy weight of your heart made itself noticeable, causing a feeling of paralysis.

"Do you wish, you had accepted?"

"No" you whispered.

"Then you're already more self-reflected than your parents" Charles contended.

"Is he a good man?"

"The best" you responded without hesitation.

"Then be honest with him, you owe him that"

You nodded nervously, already scared of the utterly unpleasant, but necessary conversation with your boyfriend.

"Thank you, Charles"

"You're welcome, y/n"

Finally a taxi was in sight, that you quickly hailed with a hand gesture.

"Give me your phone" you quickly demanded.

Confused the monegasque handed you his phone, after unlocking it for you. As fast as you could, you typed down your phone number and gave it back to its owner.

"For when you need to completely embarrass yourself" you smirked at Charles, before you took off his jacket and returned it to him as well.

"Thanks" Charles laughed and opened the door for you.

"Goodbye, Charles Leclerc"

Caught off guard he widened his eyes and held the door open after you got into the car.

"You know my full name, it's only fair to know yours as well"

"Y/n y/l/n" you answered right before you closed the door and the taxi took off.

To be continued...

#Charles Leclerc #Charles Leclerc One Shot #Charles Leclerc fluff #Charles Leclerc Imagine #Charles Leclerc x Reader #F1 One Shot #F1 Imagine #Charles Leclerc Champagne Problems #Charles Leclerc Taylor Swift

[santoschristos]

"The ‘mysterium magnum’ is the chaos wherefrom originates good and evil, light and darkness, life and death. It is the foundation or womb wherefrom are issuing souls and angels and all other kinds of beings, and wherein they are contained as in one common cause, comparable to an image that is contained in a piece of wood before the artist has cut it out." (Clavis, vi. 23.)

"The universe with all its beings has been created out of eternal nature, out of the seven spirits of eternal nature." (Threefold Life, iii. 40.) --Jakob Böhme (1575-1624)

‘The Teutonic Theosopher (Clavis, vi. 23.)

Artist: Dan Hillier (1973-2024)

[perplexingly]

are you reading a hard or digital copy? if digital, wherefrom?

I bought all the volumes on kindle to read while I’m on the bus (it might be cheaper on some other websites though)

But when I’m home I’m reading at https://www.atelierwitch.com/manga/witch-hat-atelier-chapter-1/

I think the official translation is better, but I find this format of having all the pages loaded and scrolling down more comfortable

#i use kindle as a creature of habit but it’s really not the best….. #i ought to switch…

[srbachchan]

DAY 5534

Jalsa, Mumbai                  Apr 11/12,  2023                Tue/Wed  2:02 AM

🪔 .. April 12 .. birthday love and happiness to Ef Ilana segav 🎶 .. and Ef Nadezhda Babkina from Russia 🇷🇺 .. ❤️❤️🌿 .. the wishes and love for the birthdays and the same from the entire Ef family

from Earth to the Sky ; from wherefrom and why ...

from the desire of work ; somewhat in quirk  ,

the walk is walked in the patterned top ; in for a while and out on the top 

its KBC time all over again ; prep for which is the recent refrain 

but earlier too an important meet ; discussions galore and a clean sheet  

millions of speech imposed questions be done ; hours of ‘barking’ and then there be none ;

the hours dictate the night is short ; good night dear ones, have the morning to report ;

the health be not well, be not communicative ; work done that be the objective 

now to bed and may the rest be deep ; mind plays on , what to bin and what to keep ;

good night dear family of the Ef kind ; impossible be it another family to find ;

another family to find .. another family to find .. another family to find

❤️

Amitabh Bachchan

[mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess]

@djdraws20

🌾🪺🏯

Emperor Lan Wangji never allowed his cleaning staff to remove the little nests birds built up in the nooks and crannies of his palace. He specifically instructed them not to bother those that had little eggs or chicks in them already, and nobody dared disobey such high authority.

Granted, a lot of the court officials did end up having to clean their robes of bird waste a bit more often than they had expected, but it wasn't as if they could protest against the emperor. Not to mention, it wasn't only him that enjoyed the feathered ones' company, the young crown prince did as well. In fact, there was a running conspiracy in the palace that little prince Yuan was teaching the birds which officials gave his father the most grief and they would ever so randomly swarm said officials and peck at them viciously. Of course, there was never proof of such a thing, yet coincidences were many.

One day, as harvest season was nearing its close, prince Yuan and his father inspected the royal reserves, the emperor teaching his son how to check crops and why it was important to save a portion of it after every season.

Just then, a new caravan wheeled through the gates, a rather attractive man holding the reins of the seemingly troublesome donkey that dragged the load behind him. Several other men walked behind him, carrying various produce.

The man wore simple robes, likely one of the peasants that either grew or helped harvest the crops for the palace, and in one hand he twirled a young rice plant, leaves still green, as he lectured the others.

"We're leaving all this harvest in that big barn over there, and then we have to bargain with that stuck up official for prices. I'll take Wen Qing and go, the rest of you make sure not to damage anything, or we won't even get enough to buy radishes for the winter!"

The other men agreed loudly, and the group split up. The man left in the direction of the reserves office with a lady, while the rest approached the barn. The emperor made himself scarce, not wanting these hardworking men to bother with bows and platitudes, instead waiting around the reserves office for that man to emerge.

"A-die, why are we hiding?" Prince Yuan asked, cowering behind his father's ornate robes.

"We are not hiding. We are observing."

"What are we observing from behind this big wall? I can't even see anything!"

Several minutes later, the reserves officer and the man seemed to be arguing quite intensely, with the officer nearly kicking the man and his companion out.

"A-Yuan, send in a pigeon."

The boy giggled silently and waved at a nearby tree, wherefrom five pigeons descended like god-sent arrows. They swarmed the officer just as he was about to spew an insult, and the laughter that escaped that beautiful man was enough to make Lan Wangji's heart flutter.

"That's a sign from the heavens!" he exclaimed, "Give us the price we asked for and I think the birds will leave you alone!"

"Fine!" the officer agreed, trying to prevent a pigeon from biting his nose off. "Fine, I'll give you your price!"

A-Yuan waved at his pigeons and they left their target, returning into the tree.

The officer mumbled something about witchcraft as the man laughed and left with a spring in his step.

Emperor Lan Wangji watched him walk out.

A white dove landed on his shoulder.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #this may be highly historically inaccurate but i hope its good nevertheless #writing attempts

[aevallare]

There were two sisters, close as sisters can be //

Both kind, fair, shrewd, and brave too

One with hair bright and warm as a hearth ought to be //

And one with eyes bright as any queen's jewels

The hearth was a home for the jewels to beg rest //

When the world sought to snuff out their spark

And the jewels graced the hearth with their gleam at no cost //

When the nights grew especially dark

When the hearth sang, 'O sister, the night plagues my heart //

'There's hope left in nothing, not music, not art //

'And the fires of home seem just hopelessly far //

'Wherefrom comes all the grace that you show?'

The jewels kissed her face. 'It's no matter of grace //

'What fears can I have when you're in my embrace? //

'There are some who might argue all things have their place //

'And mine is right here next to you.'

There were two sisters, close as sisters can be //

Both kind, fair, shrewd, and brave, too

One was alight, barely warm when alone //

And one was but half sans her fool

#kindred

[martianbugsbunny]

Martian’s Masterlist!

Figured it was about time I collected all of my fics into one area, will ofc be updating it as I write more. It’s sorted by ship, including wherefrom they originate, with a brief description of what type (one-shot, chapter fic, same-universe if I’m feeling saucy) and a short summary of what happens. V proud of myself for figuring out how to link these tbh, but if any of the links isn’t working for the love of Pete please let me know. Fics with more than one chapter will be linked to the first chapter because...logic.

For the tags, I have chosen to only use the ship names, not __ x __ format, for the sake of trying to keep the tags somewhat in hand. I have, however, tried to use what I’m aware of being the most popular/common names for ships, as well as the alternate ones I’ve seen for more niche stuff. Also tagged are the shipped characters. If I add new ships, I'll have to reblog bc of the tag limit.

*Hands you the rabbit hole* Have fun going down!

CaptainCroc/GoldenHook (Rumplestiltskin x Killian Jones {Once Upon A Time}):

Is This Love Persevering? (It Feels More Like The End of the World): One-shot. Established CaptainCroc mourning the loss of Baelfire. Canon-divergent for the sake of Rumple actually getting to attend his son’s funeral.

Who Makes You See Color: Chapter fic, 14 total. CaptainCroc soulmates AU where one person sees color earlier than the other. Extends from pre-Dark One era to the First Curse being broken.

The Truth Echoes Darkly: Short series; part 1 for The Truth Echoes Darkly. Echo Caves AU where instead of Emma, Hook confesses that he loves Rumple for maximum awkward.

The Echo Goes On: Short series; part 2 for The Truth Echoes Darkly. Back in Storybrooke, Rumple finds himself obsessed with Hook and realizes that he’s fallen in love as well.

My North Star: One-shot. Established CaptainCroc vow renewal, featuring Hook’s inner thoughts about how much he loves Rumple.

Better Than Blood: One-shot. Pretty racy, but the point is thinking about the poeticism of having sex with your ex-nemesis.

Cherik (Charles Xavier x Erik Lehnsherr {X-Men Movies}):

Sweetheart Will You Sleep With Me: One-shot. The night before they fight Shaw, Charles and Erik make the most of the little time they know they have left together and sleep in Charles’ room. Fluff, don’t get too excited by the title lol.

Baby While You’re At It: One-shot. Based on a Jessie Murph song. Angst with a happy ending. Charles is furious when Erik crashes a party at the school, so they have it out in the kitchen and get more-or-less back together by the end.

Espionage Husbands (Talos x Nick Fury {Captain Marvel/Secret Invasion}):

Locked In This Embrace: One-shot. Focuses on the forehead-touching scene from Episode 1, plus an original scene or two afterwards. Mostly Talos pining for Nick with a happy ending.

If You Are Gilgamesh And Did These Things: One-shot. Angst without a happy ending because the author was very upset and sad when Talos died. Nick is grieving Talos; Sonya isn’t helping.

Frankenwolf (Ruby Lucas x Victor Frankenstein {Once Upon A Time}):

Den of Blankets: One-shot. Ruby’s wolf instincts kick in during pregnancy and she builds a blanket-fort den. V fluff.

She Deserves To Have Your Name: One-shot (possibly same-universe as Den of Blankets). Victor has doubts about whether or not their child should have the name Frankenstein, but Ruby wouldn’t hear of anything else.

It’s Just A Dream: One-shot. Ruby has a nightmare spawned from her fears of being a bad parent; Victor comforts her.

As The Storm Blows Through: One-shot. Victor has anxiety during a storm because of what happened with Gerhardt, and Ruby comforts him.

Secret Admirers Are For The Subtle: One-shot. Victor anonymously sends Ruby flowers at the diner so he can drop by, “notice” them, and stick around to sketch them, all so he can spend time with Ruby. She’s on to him the entire time.

Blue Skies Smiling At Me: One-shot. Utterly fluffy beach fic. Ruby is having a good day relaxing with her friends, and it only gets better when her handsome husband joins them.

Frankenberry And The Fruit Brute: One-shot. Fun little Halloween fic where Ruby and Victor discover the General Mills cereals that match their fairytale identities.

Precursor To A Love Song: One-shot. Hyperion Heights AU where Ruby and Victor meet and feel an instant connection, even though they don’t know why. She’s a fashion designer and he’s a piano player/freelance artist. Potential springboard for a full chapter fic if I feel like it.

HatterHare (Mad Hatter x March Hare {Adventures In Wonderland}):

The First Kiss: One-shot. Just a fluffy lil idea about what their first kiss might’ve been like.

Every Bit Of You: One-shot. Projection’n’stuff about food issues basically.

Kalluzeb (Garazeb Orrelios x Alexsandr Kallus {Star Wars Rebels}):

Don’t You Know It’s Because He Loves You?: One-shot. Kallus discovers that Zeb is in love with him via a Lasat Honor Guard tradition.

To Convince You That I Love You: Chapter fic. Kallus does risky things to prove he would do anything for love of Zeb, or that he’s worthy of him, and ends up getting hurt. Angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort.

Lokius (Loki x Mobius {Loki}):

The Man Of My Dreams And He’s Just Out Of Reach: One-shot (with a very long name lol). Mobius stands there across the street from Don’s house and misses Loki. Author was having some Feelings™.

Outlaw Queen (Regina Mills x Robin Hood {Once Upon A Time}):

A Slice Of Life: One-shot. Regina spends the day with her boys and thinks about how awesome it is to have them. V fluffy because the OQ family didn’t get enough of that.

Paxe/AxePaz (Paz Vizsla x Axe Woves {The Mandalorian}):

We Are Mandalorians: Our Love Must Be Forged: Chapter fic, 11 total. Axe and Paz slowly fall in love as they engage in the battle to retake Mandalore, more or less a fix-it for Paz dying in S3 canon.

PloKit (Plo Koon x Kit Fisto {Star Wars: the Clone Wars}):

Reader, Plo Married Him: One-shot. Plo and Kit share some quiet time just after their wedding.

The Tender Daily Ritual: One-shot. Basically just fluff; Kit helps Plo with lotioning his skin because it dries out in oxygen atmospheres.

Scogan (Scott Summers x Logan Howlett {X-Men Movies}):

Torn Between Love And Fear: One-shot. Scott wants to stay after sex and sleep in Logan’s room, but Logan is terrified of hurting him during a nightmare. Angst with a happy (and sort of spicy) ending.

You Scratch My Back, I’ll Scratch Yours: One-shot. Logan and Scott discover they have a mutual pain kink and indulge in it together for the first time. Incredibly spicy, I'm so proud of myself.

Spones (Spock x Dr. McCoy {Star Trek TOS}):

I Could Drink A Case Of You (I Would Still Be On My Feet): One-shot. Based on a Joni Mitchell song; angsty with a happy ending.

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[jbird-the-manwich]

im dumb but I’ve only recently started to understand a big reason I’ve hardly made many witch friends is because so many people are outside of magic trying to get in and learn HOW and I was born of magically inclined hillfolk,  trying to learn WHY and WHEREFROM and its very hard to relate over witchcraft and the like when priorities differ. I like to discuss theory and precedent more or less for its own sake and most people I meet discuss those things from a frame of pursuit of results and like... I don’t need better magic. I need community. I need stimulus and satisfaction of an innate curiosity about other forms of it and where different people believe it comes from. It’s an odd position to be in to feel like you already know what you’re doing when most folks ask questions for different reasons and many decide your differing background means you’re somehow in a position to teach them when you’re literally studying *them*. There seems to be a very tutorial-hungry contingent of folks that tend to see any form of study as a way to harvest power and that’s so ass-backwards it’s no wonder anti-intellectualism and cultish behavior is so rife among the alleyways of the magical community because of course it would be when nature functionally is incapable of waste and there’s this huge body of people acting as a resource to fuel the megalomania of the unscrupulous and drive off the wary  because for them  inquiry is only an expression of a desire to incorporate new methods and runs the risk of killing the “magic” if they can see the wizard behind the sheet because for whatever reason they need that romance to maintain its mystique, but that’s not the only function inquiry can serve in the context of a community of people originating in different currents. Not when most people think we’re cracked for even believing things go bump in the night let alone having a full spice rack of materia with which to deal with those very things and names to call them as well. 

[justahawkinsgirl]

𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩

Pairing: Regulus Black x fem!reader

Summary: Reader gets cursed by Bellatrix Lestrange during a mission. (It’s not my best story but it’s warming up to start writing again)

Tw: one mention of 🩸running cold

Word count: 2984

~~~~~

Your group was hidden in an alley wherefrom you could see the group of death eaters destroying everything in their paths.

‘Who are they?’ You lean forward so you can look over James’s shoulder.

He puts an arm in front of you to push you back against the wall. ‘Stay back. And I don’t know. They all have masks on. But there are three males and two females.’

‘That doesn’t help, James.’

‘Will you two shut up and be quiet before they hear us.’ Sirius snaps from the back.

James, you, Regulus, Marlene and Sirius went straight to Olivander’s after Lily got the message that a group of death eaters was spotted there.

Right now you were all pressed against the wall in that composition.

‘Quiet yourself Sirius.’ You turn your head to him and he glares at you.

‘They’re searching for something.’ James had turned his back to you again and leaned slightly forward so he could look what the death eaters were doing.

‘What are they doing?’ Marlene walks forward and sits on her knees in front of you.

‘Two are outside guarding the other three who are running around and, as you can hear, cannot do that quietly.’

He was right, the witches and wizards were screaming at each other and casting spells that sounded like actual bombs.

‘Are we going to do something or just stand here all night?’ Regulus chill voice is laced with annoyance.

‘If you want to just run out and confront those death eaters right away, go ahead, brother.’ Sirius quirks his eyebrow as he looks down at the younger boy.

‘Let’s make up some kind of plan.’ You look at each person around you. ‘Me and Marls will get up on the roofs and each distract one of the guards while you three boys handle the rest.’

‘Handle the rest?’ Sirius whisper-yells.

‘I said it was some kind of plan.’

‘Let’s do it.’ Marlene gets up and walks over to the where Sirius stands.

You follow her and smirk at Sirius when you pass him.

‘See you soon, boys.’ Marlene says before disappearing and reappearing on the roof.

‘Be careful.’ Regulus touches your shoulder. You lay your hand above his. ‘You too. I love you.’

‘I love you.’

You smile at him and get on the roof.

‘You take the right one, I’ll take the left one.’ Marlene walks to the middle of the roof.

You nod and Marlene fires a simple Expelliarmus.

Within seconds they see you and you and Marlene run opposite directions. She goes back to the streets while you stay on the roof.

Once you get a few roofs further you turn around to face the one that followed you. A fire spell almost hits your arm as you’re turning. You feel the heat pass and almost burn through your clothes.

You quickly defend yourself to the other spells they send your way in speed of light.

‘Stop defending yourself! Make it more fun!’ The death eater screams and throws a bombardia spell at your feet. You feel the roof underneath you give away. You see a chimney and quickly apparate to there. You lean your head against the stone of it and try to control your breathing.

The death eater cackles and your blood runs cold.

‘Fuck.’ You breath out. You know that cackle out of any other. ‘Bellatrix Lestrange.’ You hadn’t said her name or she called your own.

‘Come on, L/N. You aren’t scared, are you.’

‘Basic approach.’ You call to her and a second later the chimney explodes. You duck away and feel sharp and short pains where the stone hits your skin.

‘Did you miss me?’ Bellatrix had removed her mask and you saw her villainous smirk.

‘I wouldn’t have cried over a bit longer time.’

‘Tsk.’ She fires a spell but you were fast to counter it. You jump to the next roof and almost slip but catch yourself just in time.

‘Watch your step. I wouldn’t like you to fall to your death by yourself. Wouldn’t be no fun for me.’ She laughs again and a shiver goes through you.

After a few minutes the others still hadn’t secured the buildings and you were getting tired and Bellatrix knew it.

She even had tried a few dark spells. Two crucio spells had hit you. And also weakened you.

‘Isty bitsy L/N, alone in the snow. Will she fall-‘ she casts another crucio but you dodge it. ‘Or will she perish.’ Someone grabs you from behind. You shreek and try to brake free but they kick you in the knee so you fall on your knees.

In your fall they grab your wand. ‘Watch your step.’ Lucius Malfoy smirked as you look up. ‘It’s very slippery.’ He looks slyly down at you.

‘What is it with you and word jokes.’

‘Shut it.’ Bellatrix screams at him. ‘This one’s mine.’ She waves Lucius away. He shoots a spell at you that makes your body freezes and gives her your wand before leaving.

‘Now, what shall I do with you?’ Bellatrix kneels in front of you. ‘I heard you were the one that let my cousin resee his morals and choose for the hero side.’ She smiles but it looks like a grimace. ‘That’s a good reason to let you pay.’ She flicks her wand at you. Pain surches through you. You want to move, scream but Lucius’s spell holds you still.

‘It’s no fun when you’re frozen like this.’ She gets up and flicks her wand again. You slowly move your fingers. Your gaze still on her. With all the power you have in your body you launch yourself onto Bellatrix. She’s being reckless as always so she hadn’t suspected you to do this. Certainly not after being hit three times by the crucio curse.

You both fall of the roof. You roll off the side of the roof and hiss when your side hits the ground. You gasp for air as Bellarix grabs your arms and turns you so your lying on your back. Her wand fell further away but she still has yours. ‘You’ll pay for that too.’

‘You won’t kill me.’

‘Wanna bet?’ She leans closer to your face. ‘But your right. Death is no fun. You seem cold.’ She slides her finger across your face to wipe away some snow. ‘Let me help with that.’

~~~

You were cold. And as soon as the cold came you were burning. That was the first thing you noticed. The first thing that told you something was wrong.

It started in your chest and grew larger and larger. To your lungs, your throat, your head. It felt as if someone set fire to your body. You didn’t know if you were just lying there or screaming.

You only saw the night sky above you. You blinked a few times in hopes to get rid of the blurry vision.

Something moved besides you. It felt like your eyes moved in slow-motion as you turned your head to the figure.

You recognised his black hair and sharp features. You tried to say his name. But again you weren’t sure if you really did.

He seemed to be calling to someone. But you were too tired to look who was with him.

Suddenly you feel yourself getting lifted in the air. Your vision getting smaller and smaller. You almost felt numb, which you thought wasn’t logic since you were almost literally burning.

Voices came from all around you. You hadn’t got a clue what they were saying, if they were whispering or screaming. You were there but at the same time you were in a whole other world. And then everything went black.

~~~

‘She’s out.’ Regulus called to his brother who was shielding him and the girl in his arms.

‘But she’s breathing.’ Sirius glances at your face. ‘Right?’

‘She is. But we need to get her out of here. She’s too weak, she could get hit again.’ Regulus hadn’t said it or Remus quickly saved them from an incoming spell of one of the death eaters.

‘Thanks, moony.’ Sirius calls.

‘Thank me when we get out of here alive.’ Remus shoots back.

Regulus looks down at you. You were seeming to have dreams, or more likely nightmares to your facial expression.

‘Regulus,’ Sirius turns around to fully face his brother, one hand on Regulus his shoulder the other holding his wand. ‘you and Y/N get out of here now!’

‘What are you going to-‘

‘Don’t worry about us. Get out of here.’ He pushes Regulus away to the little streets around the bigger street.

Regulus turns around to watch the fight before walking into the shadows. He looks down at you in his arms. ‘Just hang on, love. We’re going home.’

~~~

‘Lily!’ Regulus calls as he reappears in the living room if their hide out place. ‘Lily!’ She was probably the smartest witch he knew, if anyone would know how to help you it was her.

Lily comes running from the stairs. Her red hair in a messy bun on top of her head. ‘You’re back early.’

‘She’s burning up.’ Regulus turns around to her so she can see you.

Lily presses a hand to your forehead. ‘What happened?’ She walks back upstairs and he follows her. ‘I don’t know exactly. I just saw her with my cousin fall to the ground and than Bellatrix was holding her down. And I couldn’t hear what spell she used but when I pushed her off Y/N, she was already having a bad fever. But it’s getting worse by the minute.’

‘Regulus, calm down. If it was a spell than there is a counter spell.’

He follows her into your room and softly places you on the bed. He tosses the covers away, anything that gives warmth will only make it worse.

‘With what was she hit?’ Dorcas walks into the room, Mary closely following.

‘I don’t know.’ Regulus’s short answer sounded.

‘She is burning up.’ Lily had pressed her hand against your forehead.

Regulus face almost mirrored your own. His brows furrowed, lips in a frown and his breathing ragged.

‘If it was a spell than there is a counter spell.’ Lily tried to sound comforting when she repeats her own words. Though she seemed as worried as himself.

‘I’m gonna kill my cousin for this.’ Regulus snarls and turns away from the bed.

‘What are you going to do?’ Mary looks follows the boy as he walks out of the room.

‘I don’t know! But I’m certainly not letting her get away with this.’ He runs off the stairs, his cloak floating behind him.

‘Regulus!’ Dorcas runs after the boy. ‘Regulus, stop! You stay with her!’

The boy stops and turns to her. ‘I can’t do anything now. I was too late to get my cousin away from her and the only thing I can do is-‘

‘Stay with her.’ Dorcas cut him off. ‘That’s the only thing you can do now. If you go to Bellatrix you will only make it worse. So, stay here with Y/N as any good boyfriend would do. And wait for her.’

He sighs as he looks away from her to the front door. She was right. He would stay here. ‘But don’t think Bella won’t ever get payed for this.’

‘Oh, when Lily has nursed her to health again you can do whatever you want. But until then, you wait.’

Regulus sits down on the bed beside you. Lily had taken you out of your leather jacket and long sleeve shirt. So she could lay cold rags on your arms. The top you still had on was wet from sweating. Your hair stuck against your cheeks and forehead.

‘She would hate this if she was awake.’

‘Than she’s lucky she isn’t.’ Lily answers absently as she places another rag on your forehead.

‘Do you know what spell could’ve done this?’ Regulus’s eyes never leave your face. Yet she shakes her head. ‘It’s a dark spell. And I don’t know much of those.’

He looks up at her. He suddenly looks as the boy he is. Not an ex-death eater, not someone who wants revenge, not any of that. He looks like a seventeen year old boy who’s broken and tired. A boy who’s scared the only person he let in won’t make it. ‘Lily, I know you will find a cure. You’re the brightest witch I know. And I will be in your debt when you do cure her. But please, promise me, she will make it.’ As if he couldn’t look more sad his face sinks even more. ‘She has to make it.’ He takes your hand and hates how it feels as if he took a burning paper in his hands. ‘I can’t lose her.’

‘You won’t. She’s strong. I’ll find a cure by this morning. I promise.’ Lily walks over to him and places a hand on his shoulder. ‘You know she’ll get through this. She’s a fighter.’

~~~

The others came back late. They had succeeded in getting the death eaters out of Hogsmeade but no one knew why they were there.

‘If Bellatrix was there.’

‘Then it must’ve been a special mission for them.’

‘They were searching for something. But we don’t know what.’

Their voices carried up the stairs to where Regulus sat besides you. Lily had tried a few spells but they only had weaken the curse not completely cured it. Regulus didn’t know where she was now. She had talked to him but he seemed to not register her words. She had ran out the room and hadn’t come back since.

‘You look like you need this.’ Regulus looks up as his brother’s voice rings behind him. Sirius stands in the doorholt with two mugs.

‘What’s in it?’

‘Pumpkin soup.’ Sirius gives him one of the cups. ‘Dorcas made them.’ He grabs your chair from its place by the desk in front of the long window and sets it next to the bed so he’s facing his brother who’s still sitting on it.

‘Drink.’ Sirius nudges his brother’s knee. Regulus looks at the hot drink he’s holding tightly in his hands. He sets it on his lap and looks at Sirius. ‘Where’s Lily?’

‘No idea. She ran downstairs, grabbed her jacket and said she found something.’ He shrugs. ‘Don’t ask me what she means.’

Regulus his gaze falls to you. You hadn’t moved in hours. The only evidence you were still breathing was the ragged breathes you took and the little flinches on your face.

‘I’m sorry.’ Sirius leans forward, his elbows on his knees and the drink held between his two hands.

‘What for?’ Regulus asks but he knows where this conversation is going.

‘Much. Leaving, letting our parents control you, never coming back for you. I’m forever thankful for Y/N. She did what I was supposed to do as a brother. She always came back to you, if I’m right she got you here instead of next to our dearest cousin’s side.’

Regulus face becomes a glare at the mention of their cousin. ‘Bellatrix better be prepared when I come for her.’

‘Bellatrix?’ Sirius sits back up to meet his brother’s eyes. ‘She did this?’ Sirius sighs as he lets his head fall back. ‘Why is our family full of psychopaths?’

Regulus laughs. ‘What does that say about us?’

‘That we’re the odd ones in it.’ Sirius smirks his brown eyes full of mischief. He retches his body out before sitting up again. ‘You’re afraid she’s gone already, aren’t you?’

‘She looks like it.’ Regulus mumbles.

Sirius gets up and lets himself fall down besides his brother. ‘Regulus, the day you two will part is not today or any day soon.’

‘How do you now?’

‘Because I just know. And I am your older brother so you should take my advice and try to be hopeful. Stay hopeful. She survived this fever for almost half a day and Lily has almost found the cure. She’s going to be back before you know it.’

Regulus turns those words around in his head. ‘Never thought you would ever give good advice.’

‘Ouch.’ Sirius lays a hand on his chest.

‘Boys, get out of the way!’ Lily storms the room in with a bottle in her hand.’

They both jump up so the girl can get to you. ‘Did you find it?’ Regulus sounds hopeful as he watches the girl opens the bottle.

‘If this isn’t it, I don’t what else is.’ Lily lets some drips fall into your mouth.

‘What is that.’ Sirius grabs the bottle and brings it to his nose. ‘Ugh, that stinks.’

Lily nods. ‘It’s a mix of fire protection and Felix Felicis.’

‘Liquid luck? How’d get that?’

‘I have my ways.’ She grins.

‘Fire protection, helps against burns and the luck potion, making the user succeed in anything they do after taking it.’ Regulus sounds impressed.

‘It has to work.’

Regulus almost screams when your eyelids move a little. ‘It’s working.’

‘I told you it would do.’ Lily smirks.

Regulus places a hand against your cheek when you open your eyes and meet his. ‘Reg.’ He smiles as the raw sound of your voice reaches him.

‘Ange.’ Regulus smile grows wider when you laugh.

‘Je t’ai manqué, mon amour?’

‘Beaucoup.’ He grins and leans forward to kiss your forehead. ‘How are you feeling?’ He scans your face.

‘Like I really need a shower.’

He laughs. ‘You’re kidding?’ He uses sarcasm, making you laugh with him.

‘You look tired.’ You notice the bag under his eyes.

‘I waited for you.’ Regulus presses his forehead against yours. ‘I couldn’t sleep with you like this.’ You place a hand on his cheek ‘I love you.’

His face brightens at the three words. ‘Je t’aime aussi.’

#regulus black x y/n #regulus black x female reader #regulus black fic #regulus black angst

[yr-obedt-cicero]

Was it true that Hamilton's mother was a whore?

If yes, how did he feel about it? Did his political enemies use it against him?

If not, who started the rumor?

Thank you and have a nice day!

The only informational and reliable source material I can find in regards to Rachel are; Ron Chernow's biography, and Micheal E. Newton's blog. If by whore, you mean she didn't let herself get restrained by bitch ass men; then yeah. The truthful rumors originated from Rachel's first husband, Johann Lavien. 

Lavien peddled household goods and was a slave holder. He owned at least sixteen slaves, including five to seven children. He was possibly a Jewish man, but if he was; he hid it greatly. The Carribean region was treated as a sideline international trade center, especially for the British and Americans. Lavien attempted to utilize the system to make himself wealthy, and spent all his fortune on a plantation and pompous attire.

According to Hamilton; despite Rachel's disinterest in Lavien, her mother, Mary Uppington Faucette, encouraged Lavien to marry her. Because she was captivated by his expensive clothes and rich appeal, and had to push Rachel into reluctantly agreeing to what became a hated marriage. And in 1745, they married — Rachel was sixteen at the time. The couple moved to a plantation called Contentment. The coming year, in 1746; they had their son, Peter Lavien. Although it appears the marriage quickly became an unhappy one. Hamilton claims that Lavien only married Rachel for the wealth that she inherited from her late father;

“A Dane a fortune-hunter of the name of Lavine came to Nevis bedizzened with gold, and paid his addresses to my mother then a handsome young woman having a snug fortune.”

(source — Alexander Hamilton to William Jackson, [August 26, 1800])

Likely due to the disheartening conditions of their marriage, Rachael soughted out a romantic relationship with a man named Johan Jacob Cronenberg. According to Newton's records findings;

“Johan Michael Lawin [...] had been obliged to experience that his wedded wife, Rachel, who for a long time had absented herself from him, was residing with a bachelor Johan Cronenberg.”

“Johan Michael Lawin, whose wedded wife the aforesaid Cronenberg accuses of having resided with him for a long time in fornication.”

(source — Discovering Hamilton)

Apparently Lavien heard somehow of Rachel's residing with Cronenberg, and “found” her in Cronenberg's “lodging, well hidden behind locked doors, wherefrom her husband fetched her and drove her home.” Due to this being an act of infidelity since Rachel and Lavien were not divorced; Cronenberg was “not only…seriously warned to keep away from this woman of loose morals but also punished with some days’ incarceration.” Despite this, Rachel soon returned to live with Cronenberg. And Cronenberg “again had sexual relations with this woman and without feeling shame publicly kept her with him in his house and lived there with her.”

October 8, 1749, John Lavien; “requested the court’s assistance to repair with him to Cronenberg’s plantation house to seize and arrest Cronenberg and Rachel for further legal prosecution.” Which did eventually lead to the arrest of Rachel and Cronenberg;

“‘This the agent of the court complied with, and at night at about 12 o’clock had come to said plantation and […] the 2 accused persons were found in the bedroom taking their usual night’s rest.’

‘The agents of the court […] seized them both in their bedroom, undressed and with more debauched circumstances that sufficiently demonstrated their shameless intercourse and scandalous life’ and ‘declared them both to be under arrest and had them brought…to Fort Christiansvaern’ to be imprisoned.”

(source — Discovering Hamilton)

By the 10th, or 20th, the court case of Cronenberg and Rachel was brought before the municipal court. And both Rachael and Cronenberg were charged and found guilty, they were sentenced to be imprisoned at Fort Christiansvaern.

US National Park Service marker for the Christiansted National Historic Site

“Rachel spent several months in a dark, cramped cell that measured ten by thirteen feet, and she must have gone through infernal torments of fear and loneliness. Through a small, deeply inset window, she could stare across sharpened spikes that encircled the outer wall and gaze at the blue-green water that sparkled in the fierce tropical sunlight. She could also eavesdrop on the busy wharf, stacked with hogsheads of sugar [...] All the while, she had to choke down a nauseating diet of salted herring, codfish, and boiled yellow cornmeal mush.”

(source — Alexander Hamilton, by Ron Chernow)

Nearly eight months after having his wife and her paramour imprisoned; Lavien requested to the municipal court to free Rachel, and expressed his belief that she had been sufficiently punished. On the 4th of May, 1750, the court agreed and decided that Rachel, “in consideration of her long incarceration,” was to be released so that she “might again betake herself to her husband and with him lead a better life.”

But instead of submitting to the disgusting patriarchal system, and her cruel husband; Rachel left in 1750, after five years of unhappy marriage. She moved to St. Kitts early of that year, where she met James Hamilton (There are a few theories they had met previously, but there are no official records to support such). They had both been struggling with the taints involving their names, and had likely been drawn together. Hamilton claims his parents married, but in any legal sense they had not;

“My mother afterwards went to St. Kitts, became acquainted with my father and a marriage between them ensued, followed by many years cohabitation and several children.” 

(source — Alexander Hamilton to William Jackson, [August 26, 1800])

In 1753, they had James Hamilton Jr., and on January 11, 1757 (Or 1755), they had Alexander Hamilton. Some sources claim (Including Hamilton himself) they had more children, but if they did; they are unknown, and there are no surviving records to prove such. Rachel inherited a property in the capital Charlestown, also three enslaved servants from her mother — who were; Rebecca, Flora, and Esther, one of them had a son named Ajax, and he was assigned to care for James Jr and Hamilton.

Fast forward to 1759 - nine years after Rachel fled - Lavien has found himself in a lot of debt. He had to sell most of his plantation, and rent out his few slaves to make enough. A dutiful woman was living with, and cleaning for Lavien. It is likely that he wished to marry her, which lead to him wishing to obtain a divorce summons on February 26, 1759.

Lavien claimed Rachel had;

“absented herself from [Lavien] for nine years and gone elsewhere, where she has begotten several illegitimate children, so that such action is believed to be more sufficient for him to obtain a divorce from her.”

(source — Alexander Hamilton, by Ron Chernow)

Lavien also said he “had taken care of Rachel's legitimate child [Peter Lavien] from what little he has been able to earn,” while she had, “completely forgotten her duty and let husband and child alone and instead given herself up to whoring with everyone, which things the plantiff are so well known that her own family and friends must hate her for it.”

Even after this merciless allegation, Lavien demanded that Rachel be denied all legal rights to his property. He warned that if he died before her, Rachel, “as a widow would possibly seek to take possession of the estate and there- fore not only acquire what she ought not to have but also take this away from his child and give it to her whore-children.”

Mistakenly, Rachel didn't even try to refute the allegations, or show up to court; which meant on the 25th of June, Lavien recieved a divorce that permitted him to remarry — but on the other hand, Rachel couldn't. To make matters worse, in April 1765; James Sr. got a business assignment located in Christiansted. And brought his family with him to St. Croix, although Lavien was far from there he was still on the island. Even more unfortunately, Rachel was no longer allowed the liberty of calling herself “Mrs. Hamilton”, due to how close the Fort - that she was once imprisoned at - was in the area, Rachel would have had to renter her infamous identity as a notorious woman of misdeeds. As records from this time only title her as correct, or mispronunciated, forms of “Faucette” and “Lavien”.

James would then also adruptly leave and abandon his family, after a victory with the Moir case. His motives or intentions are unknown. Hamilton generously claims his father could no longer support his family, and others claim Rachel's smeared name was likely rubbing off on his own.

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Anyway, that's the tale of Rachel's many marriages and love lives; I think it unfair judgement to call her such derogatory names when considering everything she was dealing with, and additionally from such a young age. It is clear she committed infidelity while married, and they are not only rumors — but I don't think it's a fair assessment to fault her for such, when she was trapped in an unhappy marriage.

As for people using it against Hamilton; they did. As mentioned previously, Lavien called James Jr and Hamilton “whore-children”, and according to Chernow; journalist nemeses called Hamilton “the son of a camp girl”.

Hope this helped!

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