Mostly Jane Austen memes, with a little sprinkle of Beauty and the Beast and other stuff I like
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Fanfic I write for Beauty and the Beast, Pride and Prejudice, other Austen novels, other Disney films, and other miscellaneous fandoms. Also check the tag #my writing.
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Events that I host:
@janeuary-month - annual event for Jane Austen and Regency fanworks
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@regency-monster-love - fics and art featuring monsters in the Regency era, including original monster fucking stories I write
@sir-walter-elliot - send asks to Sir Walter Elliot from Persuasion
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First, I paired Anne Elliot with Colonel Brandon, in this fic
Now, I have paired Frederick Wentworth with Colonel Brandon! And I am the first person on AO3 to ever do so!
If Anne and Frederick can't have each other, then I guess I want them to have sweet Colonel Brandon
"Brokenhearted bond," a Persuasion/Sense and Sensibility crossover fic
Brandon/Wentworth | rated E | 2810 words
Wentworth and Brandon happen to be posted in the same place together, and meet up at an inn to drink away their sorrows over their lost loves. After commiserating about their broken hearts, they go up to Wentworth’s room to comfort each other with more than just words.
Tags: Past Anne Elliot/Frederick Wentworth, Past Colonel Brandon/Eliza Brandon, Pre-Canon, Angst and Porn, first time gay sex, First Time Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Spit As Lube, Frottage, Painful Sex, but then it becomes pleasurable, Drunk Sex, Emotional Sex, like pretty much all the emotions, these guys are a mess, One Night Stands, Guilt, Heartbreak, Loneliness, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hopeful Ending
Written for Day 6: Navy of @janeuary-month
Read on AO3
SFW excerpt below the cut:
“No,” Wentworth cut in sharply. “Her fortitude should have been stronger; she ought to have kept her promise to you. She ought not have been persuaded against her feelings. She used you ill.”
“Do not say so,” Brandon said miserably. “It was I who failed her. I should have done more to support her in her difficulties, and now she is lost to me forever!”
Brother feeling swelled in Wentworth’s breast. Here was another man who knew what it was to come so close to perfect happiness before having it dashed completely away by betrayal. On impulse, he darted out his hand to clasp Brandon’s and squeeze it tightly.
Brandon gazed down at their joined hands, his eyes swimming. “What I would not give to touch her hand once more,” he mumbled. “To kiss it,” he added even more quietly, just to himself, though Wentworth heard it.
Here, too, he felt a bond of empathy with his companion. Despite fostering the bitterest resentment towards Anne, he could not help but wish to see and touch her once more. He was angry at himself for feeling such, but ever since Anne had broken their engagement, he had had no respite from the sensation of loneliness that lay heavy within his breast. Most of the time, he could ignore it by throwing himself into his work; a naval captain was not a position of idleness, after all, its cares occupying his mind and body for nearly all of his waking hours. At other times, he had sought to chase the loneliness away by an hour’s companionship with a woman here and there, when his ship set into port, but it had done little good, for he never felt any spark of true connection with any of them.
With Brandon, however, he did feel such a connection, and surprisingly, it was stirring him, not just in his heart, but much lower within his body. Wentworth squeezed the other man’s hand again, rubbing his thumb along the back of it. Brandon did not pull away, but looked up to peer into Wentworth’s face, his eyes seeming to be searching out something. Wentworth stayed silent, his heart beginning to gain speed. He hardly knew what he was doing, but whatever it was, it was madness. He ought to abandon this and go back to the safe haven of his ship, where he was a capable captain, a man in control. Yet, he did not pull away either.
Brandon slowly squeezed his hand in return. “You are lonely, as I am,” he said quietly.
“Yes.”
Brandon’s thumb, just as calloused as his own, caressed Wentworth’s palm. “I don’t want to be alone tonight.”
Look canonically we only know that Mr. Bennet was amused by Mr. Collins acting like an idiot at the Netherfield Ball, but you can't convince me that he wasn't also delighted to watch other members of his family making fools of themselves there (without recognizing himself as part of the problem).
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Fellow history nerds I need your best Gay Regency era resources. I'm particularly interested in gay activity in the Navy round about let's say 1870, and Polari.—My GOD someone! has to have written a good academic history of Polari or compiled a dictionary we cannot have just let an entire queer language slip away. And if you've got good life in the navy or London regency era—esp for working-class folk recs, o—podcasts, books, articles I'm all ears.
Persuasion is chock-full of top-notch lines, and this is one of them:
Her spirits wanted the solitude and silence which only numbers could give.
–Persuasion, chapter 10
The "numbers" refers to a number of people, aka a group. Here, Anne wants to be in a group of people because, ironically, that will allow her to feel alone. Isn't that such a relatable and wise though unexpected sentiment? To me, it means that when we are in a group we can disappear and be more alone and unbothered by noise, in some ways, than if we were actually alone, where our thoughts would bombard us with their inescapable presence. It's sad but beautiful, and it speaks so much about Anne's perceptiveness and emotional intelligence to recognize this seemingly contradictory need within herself.
been sitting on this drawing for a hot minute, so i arbitrarily decided to post it today!!!! just two best friends!!!!!! and only that!!! (this version of them was actually inspired by the batb book “the beast within”…I’ve been meaning to write a fic related to it)
also, here’s the version without the shadow obstructing their faces!!! I worked hard to draw those…
and of course happy pride!!! perhaps I’ll draw something detailing my sexuality headcanons for these two 🤷 if that’s something someone would want to see..
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It's a shame Pride and Prejudice and Zombies is one of those parodies whose author clearly feels the source material is beneath them and thus doesn't put much thought into how they're sending it up because a Regency zombie apocalypse that properly Examines the Implications sounds like a really fun time.
Like, my guy, so much of contemporary zombie media is subtextually really about class that if you're sticking zombies in your Regency romance and completely failing to draw a line between the class-driven subtext the former and the class-driven text of the latter, you are a hack.
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People really need to take a wider view of this paranoia about age gaps and realise this is how we lose the ability to build communities. You need to be able to realise that people can have things in common with you even if they grew up in a different time/place/culture. You also need to realise you can build communities with people who don’t have obvious things in common with you, that people can have the same goals and needs as you even if in most ways they’re very unlike you. Now, more than ever, we need to be able to work together to have any chance to stand ip against the few who have so, so much more power, money and influence than any of us do individually. We need to form communities that reach across age (and class and race and sexuality and so on…).
This is one of those topics I feel very strongly about and agree completely with the points in this post.
I struggle to make fandom friends on Tumblr, and sometimes I worry that it is because people in their 20s think they can't be friends with someone in their 40s. That I'm uncool, weird, cringe, intimidating, or just too different from them.
But things don't change as much with age as most think. Older people still are silly, awkward, overwhelmed, enthusiastic, confused, playful, irresponsible, obsessive, dumb, cool, horny, and all these other things young people think we stop feeling or being as we get older. We're just humans. I am really great friends with someone on here more than 20 years younger than me because we have so much in common! You can't tell that we're different ages when we chat.
And also—you can be friends with people who you do NOT have much in common with! Because fundamentally, you always have humanity in common.
Years ago, there was this lady in my community who was maybe 30 years older than me and who I knew was far more conservative than me. I dismissed her as someone I didn't want to spend any time with because she was obviously too different than me. But, I was forced to spend some time with her (long story), and guess what? I became really good friends with her! Because I found out I was wrong about all those things that made her different than me? NO! I was right about that—she was just as annoyingly conservative as I had suspected. BUT that wasn't the whole of her person. She was so much richer than that. There were lots of things I didn't know about her. A few of those things were commonalities, but overall, we still didn't have much in common—but that didn't matter. We could still be kind to each other, help each other, respect each other, even enjoy each other's company if we stuck to topics where we didn't clash too badly. I feel really bad for judging her, and I'm so glad I gave her a chance.
So yes, please make friends with people who are not your same age. You probably have more in common than you think, and even if you don't, that doesn't matter. We're all humans and we need each other. Our communities need us to get along.
