Henry Wolfe's father was, to put it nicely, a bastard. Wolfe has long since traded the luxury of his genteel upbringing for the freedom of sailing Europe aboard a merchant ship; and when word reaches him of his father's death, alone in his extravagant country manor, it is cause for celebration throughout his ship and crew. But when Wolfe returns to collect his inheritance, he finds that an inexplicable disturbance has settled over the family home, turning it cold and hostile. His friends and crew fall sick under his roof. He should have known something was amiss: his father's gifts always come with strings.
Jack has been following a dead man for three days. His mentor has gone missing, last seen in the company of Walter Wolfe—a handler notorious for charming people, pushing their minds into doing exactly as he pleases. Walter Wolfe is dead, with no family left to inherit—but there's no sign of Jack's mentor, and someone is living in the Wolfe family home. Someone by the name of Wolfe.
TL;DR: The story in which everyone gets brainwashed, Jack has a crisis, Henry has no idea what's happening but he's angry about it, and Mack watches from the sidelines with a resigned expression on his face
Read it on my AO3 here! You will need an account to read it, but I also have it ready to go in EPUB format—by all means DM me and I'll send it to you!
Setting: Earth, in late 1920s England. With creative license thrown in for good measure.
Cast and TWs:
Henry Wolfe
A grouchy bisexual sailor, and the son of a gentleman, expected to be polite and charming and considerate. His peers are in for a shock.
Jack Sutton
A street magician and handler (magic-user) in search of someone he cares about. Even after two months of searching, he refuses to give up hope.
Mack Farrow
A brash ex-street thug with some serious trust issues, and Wolfe's closest confidant. Fights first, asks questions later.
Lindsey Parker
An ambitious handler with the heart to help the man who ruined her career. Jack's mentor. Missing.
TWs: Suicide, physical and emotional abuse, implied rape, blood and death, alcohol.
If you're interested, everything I've shared for this WIP is on this blog, tagged "A Silken Malice" and linked here.
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"I do respect my elders." She pauses a moment before determining that she did not care for this noble. "It's just that you've been acting like a petulant child since the moment you opened your mouth."
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'Adverse weather!' the Mechmaster spat, throwing the paper down on the table. 'He fits like a child to see these machines returned, and the moment they're within his grasp, he drags his heels. Are the Irish now afraid of a drop of rain?'
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I'm tagging @revenantlore @cee-grice @eccaiia. Your word is LEARN.
My word was FORBID. All excerpts taken from The Willing and The Chosen.
For a horrified, enraged second, Ella believed herself already dismissed. Then, eyes still on his work, he asked, “You know, eagerness and impatience can look a lot alike if you’re not careful.”
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Only Instructor Autere could make demons emerging from a rift torn through reality and murdering hundreds of people across Ustinlar sound boring.
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Resting a comforting hand on Keenan’s shoulder, she added, “And I think he has a crush on you.”
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Blunt force wasn’t enough to kill a demon. But it could stun one for a few seconds, and that was what she needed right now.
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In a small, frightened voice, she said, “That’s not your blood.”
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"Did you seriously enrol in combat training just to use it as a dating service?”
I just saw a comment on fb that ran off the misconception that dowries were a sexist subjugation of women for the purposes of buying and selling them like objects, and since this morning I would rather die than engage with a stranger on fb I'm going to talk on here instead about dowries as they were around Jane Austen's era/regency England.
Basically: dowries were an inheritance. It was a way to give a daughter what they would need to live comfortably at the time when they were most likely to need it - leaving their father's care and support and beginning a home elsewhere. In Austen terms we're generally talking about a sum of money, but dowries can also include items for a household like linens and China (goods like this were called a trousseau from at least the 1830s onward). Dowries very materially improved the life of a woman as they were meant to.
Some of the ways they did this were actually before marriage. We tend to call every inheritance a woman was to receive a dowry but that's incorrect, most of Austen's heroines don't have a dowry, though we know how much they'll inherit upon the death of their father and/or mother. Fortune =/= dowry. The Bennets of Pride and Prejudice, the Dashwoods of Sense and Sensibility, Anne Elliot in Persuasion, and even Emma Woodhouse in Emma all will inherit a little to a great deal of wealth but not as a dowry. This means that even Emma, who will one day have the staggering amount of thirty thousand pounds, would not be bringing wealth immediately into a marriage (though in her circumstances she has a father who would hardly let her live impoverished if she had chosen to marry a penniless man).
For women as poor as the Bennets in Pride and Prejudice (though they should've had more money each, if their parents weren't useless, as has been discussed) the distinction between dowry and eventual inheritance didn't mean much: a max of fifty pounds per annum in interest was literally less than what some servants were paid so couldn't alleviate the need for their husbands to have an independent income. But what money a woman could bring into a marriage definitely increased the likelihood of her preferences being realised. Northanger Abbey's Catherine Moreland, who "would have three thousand pounds" means she has enough of a fortune to "smooth the descent of [General Tilney's] pride" and make him consent to the marriage of his son to her. She certainly would've been glad her parents saved this money for her, instead of feeling that she was an object being bought or sold. It empowered her choices, rather than reduced them.
That the inheritance of a woman is presented as a dowry also reduces the chances a woman and the man she loves will need to wait to marry until either of them inherit something or he makes a living. If Anne Elliot of Persuasion had had a dowry, instead of a future inheritance (a "share of ten thousand pounds which must be hers hereafter"), would she have broken off that original engagement? In ch23 she tells Captain Wentworth she would've been engaged to him when he had only "a few thousand pounds" and the likelihood of more thanks to an advantageous posting. If she would receive her own few thousand pounds upon marriage would that've been enough to remain engaged from the first, and perhaps even marry once he had added a few more thousands to that instead of needing to wait for Wentworth to build their shared fortune himself?
We can also see that a dowry was an inheritance parents provided for their daughter's benefit, rather than a sale price, by how carefully marriage articles were drawn up. This could legally define pin-money (how much money a woman would receive for her private usage and upkeep from her husband), and often specified that the husband couldn't diminish the bulk sum of his wife's fortune, only use the interest it generated, so that there would always be something to support the wife and her children no matter how spendthrift he was. Think of it like an old-fashioned pre-nup or family trust.
This is a huge reason why eloping was so bad, it meant there hadn't been articles drawn up beforehand and so the legal default of 'everything the wife has is now the husband's in full' applied instead of the chance to preserve her rights to her own fortune. If Wickham had succeeded in eloping with Georgiana Darcy in Pride and Prejudice her thirty thousand pounds would've become his in full when she turned twenty-one, though her guardians could've withheld it before then, and he could've spent it all and left her penniless without legal consequence.
There are plenty of historical examples of husbands without the regulations of marriage articles squandering the fortune and selling off assets, leaving the wife eventually destitute. Marriage articles are a response to that as father's wanted to protect their daughters and her future children. It actually limited the power of a husband in favour of preserving the comforts and rights of his wife, so was opposite of misogyny (though the society and laws which required these extra protections was undeniably sexist and male-centred)
Nor was receiving an inheritance upon marriage a specifically female-only practice. Eldest sons would generally receive the bulk of their inheritance when their father died, but it was common in this time and for centuries beforehand for them to be confirmed as heir or given a set income from their father (or one of their father's lesser estates, if we're talking nobility and the ultra rich) as part of the marriage articles (which would generally benefit the wife for the remainder of her life, either as a jointure or dower). Younger sons, if not already provided for, could also be given something upon their marriage and may have a commission in the army or a church living bought for them, to give them some independence. In Sense and Sensibility, after accepting the engagement of Edward and Elinor, Mrs Ferrars gives her son ten thousand pounds "towards augmenting their income" and this allows the marriage to occur. No one accuses Mrs Ferrars of selling Edward off in matrimony, even though what she's doing is so similar to a dowry that the narration points out it's exactly what "had been given with [her daughter] Fanny".
Fortune hunters and those marrying purely for money and a comfortable lifestyle definitely existed, as they do now, but dowries were not a socially and legally mandated way to give women to men to benefit them financially. 'Mercenary' marriages were frowned upon, and women were taught to look out for fortune hunters (like Wickham). Nor was it considered only men who might marry primarily to benefit from their spouse's wealth (Charlotte Lucas being a sympathetic female example). That both men and women could have inheritances gifted upon marriage, and were represented as seeking to marry for money, helps show that the practice of dowries wasn't a sexist practice which reduces women to little more than livestock.
In fact, there's an argument to be made that the very existence of large dowries being a cultural norm indicates that daughters were valued and loved. Instead of leaving everything they could to the sons (which would be expected if daughters were worthless objects to be given away at any price) these daughters were considered worth saving for, worth drawing up legal contracts to protect the living standard of, and worth leaving an inheritance often equal or greater than what younger sons would receive (as they could earn their own income). A dowry didn't reduce the humanity of a woman, it empowered her choices and protected her future. It was the women without dowries or an inheritance that were in danger of needing to marry whomever would take them.
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Have I mentioned I love these characters. because. well. let's just say I'm fond of them
'Indeed,' Edwin said grimly. 'The development of such a machine under such secrecy is surely grounds for mistrust.'
'And if Ireland feels Britain is antagonising them, together with the withholding of their invention, the president will surely declare war,' Jonathan finished. 'He's not known for his diplomacy.'
'And the first hammer will fall on Fin,' Edwin added. His hand on Finlay's back was warm and somewhat possessive: Finlay struggled to suppress a shiver. Xavier peered at them as if they were a puzzle he couldn't quite make out.
'Edwin,' Xavier began at last, 'you've been making some implications that I'm unsure how to interpret.'
Jonathan burst into loud, heartfelt laughter. 'Xavier, my dear,' they gasped, 'how very astute of you!'
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Went for a stupid walk for my stupid mental health. Came home experiencing such symptoms as whimsy, good humour, and cheer. This devastating revelation will have casualties
Have you ever been writing some historical fiction and wondered "hey, I wonder if my characters would have been able to pop an ibuprofen in 1977?" Well, you're in luck, because this post is all about when common medications became available:
Acetaminophen: 1950
Albuterol: 1969 (UK) 1982 (US)
Allopurinol: 1966
Alprazolam: 1981
Amitriptyline: 1961
Amlodipine: 1990
Amoxicilin: 1972
Amphetamine/Dextroamphetamine (together as Adderall): 1996
Apixiban: 2012
Aripiprazole: 2002
Aspirin (first NSAID): 1899
Azidothymidine (first antiviral): 1987
Barbital (first barbiturate): 1903
Bupropion: 1985
Buspirone: 1986
Calcium Carbonate (TUMS): 1930
Captopril (first ACE inhibitor): 1981
Chlordiazepoxide (first benzodiazepine): 1960
Chlorothiazide (first thiazide diuretic): 1957
Chlorpromazine (first antipsychotic): 1952
Cyclobenzeprine: 1977
Diphenhydramine: 1946
Furosemide: 1959
Fluoxetine (first SSRI): 1988
Gabapentin: 1993
Glipizide: 1984
Hydrochlorothiazide: 1959
Ibuprofen: 1969 (UK) 1974 (US)
Insulin: 1923 (though many types of insulins would become available over the next century)
Imipramine (first tricyclic antidepressant): 1959
Iproniazid (first antidepressant (MAOI)): 1952
Levothyroxine: 1927 (though desiccated pork thyroid was used for the same reasons as early as 1890)
Lisinopril: 1987
Lithium: 1949
Losartan (first ARB): 1995
Lovastatin (first statin): 1987
Naproxen: 1976 (Rx) 1990 (OTC)
Nitrogen Mustard (first chemotherapy agent): early 1940's
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New words are: stroke, might, never, and cheer!
Sweet:
As he neared the kitchen, he soon realised that breakfast smelled unusually sweet. Henry liked a hearty breakfast: meat and eggs and toast at the least. Yet the unmistakable smell of cinnamon was drifting up the hallway.
Call:
'She's four!' Jack snapped, silencing every conversation. 'We will help a petrified little girl, or God help us we will hardly deserve to call ourselves human.'
Evening:
It had arrived at his door that very evening, along with the rest of his post. It was written in an unfamiliar hand, but one that was remarkably deliberate, each letter formed with such careful intent that they might have come straight out of a child's first book of letters. Odder still: the letter had been signed from "Mack".
Music:
‘This is cheery,’ Jack said, forcing a smile. He didn’t want to be here. Every time he looked at Henry, he felt as if he were being torn in two. ‘Let’s at least have some music.’
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thanks for the tag! pulling my words from an unfinished fantasy au fanfiction of a show I really like :) its been ages since I worked on it but as 12k is already written maybe I ought to revisit it
no pressure tagging @tc-doherty @cee-grice @peaceheather @the-poet-aster @moonandris and @revenantlore
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stroke caress
He held himself still, regardless, and let the slowly rushing current wipe the grime from his face, taking dirt and sweat and dried tears with a gentle, drowning caress.
might
“Sorry,” he said, rolling his lips back into his mouth as if that might help keep them closed.
never
Izuku’s life was a lot of things but it had never, not once, been normal.
cheer
Izuku closed his eyes and reached for the memory’s thread again, letting out another burst of power while the rest of the room watched on silently.
“What ever shall I do with you?” his mother murmured in exasperation, eyes turned towards the sky.
“Help me jump! Help me jump!” Izuku cheered, already bouncing in place.
Thanks for this one, @writingrosesonneptune!! I'm playing with the word GRIPS and pulling from Bent Nails ;)
G. “Great plan,” [Jacob] said flatly, his hands on his hips. “Get paid to renovate an old house, forget about the front door.”
R. “Rice and salsa,” Michael said. He was feeling fancy and rich with the time to prepare them. The beef needed several hours to cook, after all.
I. “If it’s way past lunchtime,” Sutton said, “Then it isn’t lunchtime, is it.”
P. “Places I’m going to see someday,” [Michael] said, and the tone of his voice was different. Sutton had never heard it before, and she wasn’t sure she liked it. “Started making it in college.”
S. “So I’ll go to the store,” Jacob said, lifting his hands. “Oy, everyone’s a critic.”
And it's all dialogue today, interestingly ;) I'll tag gently, @space-writes @eccaiia @artdecosupernova-writing @winterandwords @revenantlore @memento-morri-writes and anyone else who sees this! Your word is SADLY
I'll tag @bi-focal12, @sarandipitywrites, @starwright, and open tag as always!
New words are: stroke, might, never, and cheer!
Sweet:
As he neared the kitchen, he soon realised that breakfast smelled unusually sweet. Henry liked a hearty breakfast: meat and eggs and toast at the least. Yet the unmistakable smell of cinnamon was drifting up the hallway.
Call:
'She's four!' Jack snapped, silencing every conversation. 'We will help a petrified little girl, or God help us we will hardly deserve to call ourselves human.'
Evening:
It had arrived at his door that very evening, along with the rest of his post. It was written in an unfamiliar hand, but one that was remarkably deliberate, each letter formed with such careful intent that they might have come straight out of a child's first book of letters. Odder still: the letter had been signed from "Mack".
Music:
‘This is cheery,’ Jack said, forcing a smile. He didn’t want to be here. Every time he looked at Henry, he felt as if he were being torn in two. ‘Let’s at least have some music.’
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New words are: fear, joy, lonely, sad, and excited!
Friend:
Edwin forced a smile; it was sour on his lips. 'By all means, enlighten me,' he said. 'My parents are dead, my wife is gone, and my friends are mechanists at your table. Who do I have left to protect?'
Love:
Was he insane? To trust his life to a politician—of course Edwin could do it with ease; he was rich, and pale, and politics loved him. It was a different story for Finlay.
Again:
The dragons soon gave up their game and quieted down again, their tails twitching with left-over energy. They wound around the legs of the larger dragons, who were standing calm and quiet and eerily still, and flopped heavily down to the ground. They lay still as stone, but for the twitching of their tails.
Quiet:
Lakeview was quiet when he pushed into the entrance hall. It always was of a morning. He considered going straight to his bedroom for a change of clothes, but immediately discarded the idea. It was past nine o'clock—he had missed breakfast by some ten minutes. If there was a rumour to be had in his having stayed from home, then it must already be circulating.
Heart:
He had loved Annalise with all his heart, and he would for the rest of his days. She had ignited something in him that could never be put out.
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Thanks to @revenantlore for the tag! From Sunset Vol 3:
“It would be romantic if he wasn’t about to get himself and the rest of us killed.”
I'll no pressure tag @aalinaaaaaa @firesidefantasy @eccaiia and open tag!
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