#Catherine Prudence

[bethanydelleman]

What do you think are common among all Jane Austen protagonists? In terms of their personalities I mean.

One of the really amazing things about Jane Austen is how well she is able to portray different personalities. Of her heroines, no two are really exactly alike.

In basic terms, Emma, Elizabeth, Marianne, and Catherine are extroverts, Jane Bennet, Anne, Elinor, and Fanny are introverted, but only Fanny is actually shy. I’ve had people challenge me on these categorizations, but Elinor prefers to process emotions herself and not to share them with her family, while Marianne does performative grief. Anne finds the most comfort in her own thoughts.

If we look at the big five (or six) personality traits 

openness to experience (inventive/curious vs. consistent/cautious)

conscientiousness (efficient/organized vs. extravagant/careless)

extraversion (outgoing/energetic vs. solitary/reserved)

agreeableness (friendly/compassionate vs. critical/rational)

neuroticism (sensitive/nervous vs. resilient/confident)

honesty-humility (fair and genuine while dealing with others)

I think we can agree that the scores for each heroine would be different. Elizabeth is excited to travel and experience new things, Fanny Price would rather stay quiet at home. Elinor is more critical and rational, while Catherine is friendly and compassionate. 

But I’m not a social psychologist and I’ve always found these categories kind of fluid. Elinor is rational, but she is also very compassionate. Anne seems to be closed off to new experiences, she doesn’t want to go to London or Bath, but then glories in marrying a member of the navy. So is she open or not?

I don’t know if one could call it “personality” but what the heroines all share is a strong sense of right that is relatively unyielding. Even Emma, who occasionally shirks her duties, generally adheres to moral principles. Catherine stands strong in the face of peer pressure, as does Fanny Price. Anne will not ignore her sickly friend. Elinor staunchly follows the rules of propriety despite what it costs her and glories in Edward’s morality even when it hurts her. Elisabeth will not marry a man she does not respect.

All the heroines also have the capability to walk the line of prudence and avarice, discussed in Pride & Prejudice. Lydia marries for love only, without thought to money, Charlotte marries for comfort without love, and Lucy Steele marries for wealth without love; no Jane Austen heroine would do any of these things. Edward and Elinor will not marry without financial stability, even when Elizabeth is infatuated with Wickham, she knows they can’t really marry. Fanny Price, who is in the most economically dire situation, will not marry even though she could easily fall into poverty because she doesn't love Henry Crawford or believe he is a good man.

I think this point is important because love is not enough for a Jane Austen heroine, there must be some thought in regards to money. Charles Hayter and Henrietta Musgrove in Persuasion do not marry until he has a more stable position as a clergyman. This is shown as the right thing to do. But that is also a hard line to walk, as Marianne and Elinor discuss, what is a competency and what is wealth? Where does prudence end and avarice begin? I love that Jane Austen doesn’t think love is enough, because the statistics bear her out, money is the #1 reason for divorce.

So to sum up, Jane Austen’s heroines are very different in terms of personality. The things they have in common are a strong moral compass and the ability to stand strong in their principles. One of these principles is marrying prudently.

[rainybraindays]

So let me get this straight.

The fandom is willing to forgive Portia, who has been abusing her daughters and everyone who comes into her hom? The woman who lied to convince Marina she as unwanted by the man she loves, and slapped her for not wanting to marry a man who could be her grandfather? Who added unnecessary trauma onto her because she didn't like her, othering her the moment she showed up?

The mother who had Prudences corset pulled so tight she fainted? Who used Penelope as the family punching bag, and told her Colin is as much her friend as she was Catherine the Great? Who is constantly verbally abusive and pitting her children against each other to make them earn her love? Who was willing to ruin her childs reputation in order to keep control over her household? Who didn't explain sex to Phillipa which if not for Albion being a good man besotted with his wife could have lead to an incredibly traumatic experience?

We're forgiving her and not Cressida?

Cressida who is being abused by her parents, who was raised in a way that would insure she self isolated from her peers? The girl, only 20 years old, being told shes going to marry a man 3x her age, and that shes no longer allowed to wear color or fun fashions? Wouldn't be allowed to go to more than one social event a month? Denied access to arts and music becaue they're vulgar, and expected to endure him using her body for 4-5 children?

I'm meant to be mad about what she does in desperation to get out of this situation, and I'm meant to celebrate Eloise dropping her and talking poorly about her, despite the fact that Cressida was growing and trying to be better because she viewed Eloise as a friend she cared for and waned to keep? I'm meant to find it fair that shes being sent to live with her equally abusive and controlling aunt, far away from everything and everyone she knows?

Y'all have me absolutely fucked up if you think thats happening

[thou-babbling-brook]

Cold Feet

AO3

Rating: G

Word Count: 2216

Tags: Davenport Homestead, Assassin's Creed III, American Revolution, Canon Compliant, Happy Ending, Light Angst, Mild Hurt/Comfort, "The Wedding" Mission

Summary: Connor convinces Myriam to start her new life with Norris. Set during "The Wedding" Homestead mission between the chase sequence and the wedding scene. Hope you guys enjoy!

Connor would be the first to admit that he knew little to nothing about colonial wedding customs. Aside from a few comprehensive history and culture lessons from his teen years when he first traveled to Achilles, Connor knew nothing about the complexities of colonial weddings. Father Timothy had been kind enough to explain a few key details, such as “giving” Myriam away at the altar (which Connor was more than happy to do for his old friend), but details slipped Connor’s mind from time to time over the next several days of intense planning and preparation.

But there was one thing that Connor was sure they did not include: chasing the bride in question through the snow-covered trees minutes before her wedding.

The day began with as much chaos as one would expect. Before the roosters began to crow, nearly every member of the Homestead bustled about preparing for the joyous celebration. Oliver and Corrine worked hard preparing their finest wines for the occasion while preparing the livestock meat and crops gathered by Warren and Prudence – and of course, little baby Hunter, who cooed excitedly against his mother’s back. Once finished organizing the food, Prudence and Corrine joined the ladies in adorning Myriam in fine, comfortable fabrics suitable for the huntress. Ellen poked needles into the sides to ensure the stitching was up to par, while Diana and Catherine squawked at Connor and Norris for accidentally stepping near the bride’s suite (which Connor did not dare remind the ladies was his home). 

In the meantime, Big Dave and Lance worked tirelessly to adorn both the inn and the church with banners and decor fit for the Homestead’s very first wedding. Big Dave lifted the chubby woodworker up to pin the wooden posts on the side of the inn, waving to Terry and Godfrey as the lumberers warned Norris of the horrors of marriage to come.

“You’ll ne’er be right ‘bout anythin’ again, ya hear me, boy?” Godfrey teased as he slapped his palm against Norris’s back.

“Aye, and forget about havin’ the covers to yerself! You’ll be shiverin’ like a leaf!” Terry explained. Norris merely laughed and shook his head.

In the church, Dr. White and Achilles aided Father Timothy in preparing his short sermon, arranging the pews, and finishing the final touches hours before the wedding. Even the Assassin recruits were more than happy to help with the preparations. Stephane set to work in the kitchen alongside Oliver to cater the large meal ahead. Duncan, ever the Catholic, assisted Father Timothy in rehearsing his sermon. Jacob offered his wisdom for marriage while he straightened Norris’s hair, while Dobby stood guard outside Myriam’s dressing room in case of wandering eyes from stray men. Clipper and Jamie helped Mr. Faulkner and the crew of the Aquila find their drunken ways to the church, all while Connor wandered about and assisted where he could.

So, given the day’s chaotic events, it was not surprising to Connor as he announced happily to the pacing Norris that all was in order that Myriam was “missing.” After all, the ladies had only just left her room. How much trouble could the huntress find herself in?

Apparently, thought Connor as he raced through the trees and leapt through the branches, quite a lot. 

“Leave me be!” Myriam shouted as she jumped to the next branch, a stray branch slowing her down as it caught on her white dress. It was not enough to stop her, but it was enough for Connor to come within speaking distance.

“Why do you run?!” Connor replied, his voice echoing through the forest with concern lacing his tone. He swung to the next branch, careful not to slip and even more careful to ensure Myriam did not.

“Leave me be!” Myriam exclaimed. She crossed over to the next tree in an attempt to throw Connor off her trail. “I’m no housewife!”

Connor’s brow furrowed. While he could not necessarily speak for the entire Homestead, “housewife” would be one of the last descriptors attributed to Myriam. She was a huntress, and a respectable one at that. Through his confusion, Connor quickly ducked through another tree and sprinted across the large, sturdy branch. “No one thinks you are one!”

Myriam slid down a fallen tree, stumbling into the snow before whirling around to face Connor. “That’s what all of this means!”

A silence passed between the two as flurries of snow cascaded around them. Myriam sighed, grabbing her crown of flowers and tossing it to the ground. She sunk to the snowy ground and hid her face in her knees.

Quietly, Connor knelt beside Myriam. Lifting the flower crown into his hands, he joined her in the blanket of snow. He said nothing, only silently thumbing the daffodils adorning her crown. The two sat for a moment while gazing over the rushing river, watching as it cascaded over weathered rocks. Myriam reached forward and threw one into the water. When it sank to the bottom of the river, she huffed angrily through her nose.

“I don’t want to be some housewife that sits around waiting for her husband to come home,” she explained, tossing her hands into the air in frustration. “That’s not who I am. I’m not… I’m not some lady wanting to be kept pregnant and barefoot!”

“No one thinks you are one,” Connor repeated gently. Myriam shot a glare at the hulking man, Connor shrinking in on himself in response despite his size. 

“That’s what this means! This whole wedding! Shoving me into this stuffy dress, preparing me to take vows, giving me away!” She stood, pacing by the riverside. She gave Connor an apologetic look. “No offense. If I want anyone to give me away, it would be you.”

Connor rose and nodded his head. “None taken. But what is it that causes you to believe that you will become a housewife?”

Rubbing the bridge of her nose, Myriam groaned before settling her hands on her hips and staring out into the river. “I… I don’t know!” She tossed her hands in the air again, rustling her hair and pacing back and forth. “I don’t belong inside a house cooking and cleaning and caring for a husband and an entire brood of children. I belong in the open air, in my hunting blinds, with my rifle in my hands!” Her hands formed the gesture of her weapon in question. Then, they fell to her sides. “If I marry Norris… I’ll be leaving behind all of my freedom that I worked so hard to gain.”

Stepping closer, Connor laid a hand on Myriam’s back. “That is not true,” he murmured quietly. “You know that better than I. Norris wants only for you to be happy.”

“Do I?” Myriam asked. Her voice faltered and she turned her nose to the rushing river. “What if, when we get married, all he wants is for me to sit at home and… I don’t know, wash his feet?”

Connor unintentionally wrinkled his nose. At the very least, the gesture provided a quick laugh for the two hunters. The uncomfortable silence returned soon after, broken only by the sounds of quiet chirping and rustling bushes.

“Norris did not fall in love with a housewife,” Connor finally spoke up. He met Myriam’s gaze with his own, gentle eyes. “Why would he expect such?”

“All men do,” Myriam sighed. 

“I do not.”

“You are not all men.”

Connor glanced down at the flower crown in his hands, thumbing over the white petals. “Perhaps I am not.”

Myriam pinched her nose again. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to offend–”

“No, it is alright,” Connor assured her. His brows furrowed in thought while Myriam squinted into the horizon. Then, a candle sparked in his mind. “How much do you know of my people, Myriam?”

“I don’t see the point of your question,” Myriam remarked tersely. When Connor gave a serious expression, she sighed. “But to answer it, not much.”

He moved in front of Myriam. “I think you would like it very much. For my people, it is the women who lead. We may have chiefs and war councils, but these men are voted upon by our women. Clan Mothers lead the village. We trace our ancestry through our mothers. For women, marriage is not just a union of the husband and wife, but of the village to the couple.”

Myriam raised a brow. “Your point?”

Placing the flower crown upon her head, Connor continued. “You are not a housewife, but even if you were, it would not change who you are. You are a skillful leader and hunter. Norris knows this. He marries you because of it, not in spite of it. He admires you for who you are. You need be nothing else. And by marrying Norris, you unite our friends as a whole, too.”

Silently, Myriam adjusted the crown and tucked stray strands of hair behind her ears. “Do you really think so?”

“I know so.” He cracked a rare smile. “Besides, you are a better shot than Norris. If anyone will be the housewife, it will be him.”

Myriam snorted. “The bad part is that I think he would enjoy being a housewife.” Her shoulders shook as she began to laugh. “Could you imagine? Me, coming home with a pipe of tobacco sticking out of my mouth, my rifle on my back, and hares in my hands while Norris cooks and cleans?”

Connor chuckled, then gently led Myriam towards the path leading to the church. “But you cannot imagine such a fate until you are wed.”

“No,” Myriam smiled, “I suppose I can’t.” As they reached the church, Myriam turned to Connor with a mixture of fear and excitement.

“I’m scared.”

Connor nodded. “I know.”

“What do I do?”

“What do you do when you face a cougar?”

“I shoot it. Are you suggesting I shoot Norris?”

“No, but I am suggesting that you face him like you would any animal.” He laid his hands on her shoulders, squeezing gently. “You are a strong, cunning woman, Myriam. He loves you deeply. He would not be marrying you if he had no intention of respecting you.”

Myriam inhaled sharply. “How do I get over it?”

“The fear?”

“No, the weather – what else would there be?”

“You won’t,” chimed a gentle, soft voice. Prudence and Ellen emerged from behind the church. Ellen offered Myriam her bouquet of flowers while Prudence wrapped a white shawl around her shivering shoulders. Prudence patted her cheek. “When I married Warren years ago, I was terrified of our future. But you learn, in marriage, that you are both equally frightened.” She giggled along with Ellen and Myriam.

Ellen took Myriam’s hands in her own. “My marriage was an unhappy one,” she confessed. Connor looked on solemnly, catching Ellen’s somber gaze for a mere second before Ellen mustered a smile. “But I can offer this wisdom: a good husband will cherish his wife for her talents, her wit, her love, her devotion, and her faith. Norris practically worships the ground you walk on. He will make a fine husband.”

Myriam sniffled. “Fuck,” she cursed. “I can’t believe I’m crying like some… some old hag!” Prudence and Ellen laughed, rubbing Myriam’s shoulders before holding her tightly.

“Besides,” Prudence cooed, staring over Myriam’s shoulder into Connor’s watchful gaze, “once we have you and Norris married, we can finally focus our attention on finding Connor a wife.”

Cheeks flushing, Connor brought his fist to his mouth and cleared his throat. “That will not be necessary.”

“Oh, hush, Prudence,” Ellen giggled. “We mustn't scare him from the prospect yet.” She turned back to Myriam, kissing her cheek. “We have to go back inside, but we will support you no matter what.” Prudence nodded in agreement before waving goodbye, giggling alongside Ellen as they hurried into the church.

Myriam rubbed her arms and faced Connor, walking with him up the steps. “You will be there every step of the way?”

“Every step,” Connor assured.

“Okay.”

“How do you feel?”

“Terrified. Like I want to run away again,” Myriam chuckled breathlessly. Connor hummed and looped his arm with hers.

“I will be there regardless. I am sure Norris will be as well.”

Myriam smiled. “Thank you, Connor.”

“You do not need to thank me. You are my friend.”

She stood on her tiptoes, pressing her frigid lips to Connor’s freckled cheek. “No, but I will. Thank you.”

Blushing, Connor cleared his throat and led Myriam to the entrance of the church, where the guests began to rise as they spotted the bridge.

“Prudence and Ellen are right, though. We must find you a bride,” she whispered, doing her best to ignore the endless amount of eyes upon her and Connor. 

Connor chuckled, patting her hand. “I can only hope she is not as fast nor agile as you.”

“Ha, ha. Who knew you had such a sense of humor?”

Years later, when Connor would find himself fidgeting in front of his betrothed’s longhouse, Myriam would loop her arm with his, kiss his flustered cheek, and walk him into the longhouse with the same kindness he had shown her before.

Luckily for Connor, his wife did not run into the trees. How fortunate he was indeed. 

[empirearchives]

Jérôme all grown up during his Italy years

Portrait of Girolamo Bonaparte, by Pietro Benvenuti

The last of Napoleon’s brothers, born in [1784], Girolamo was a carefree and frivolous young man, often lacking prudence and moderation, who led a life of entertainment. In 1807 he married Catherine, daughter of King Frederick I of Württemberg, and was made king of Westphalia by his brother. After the fall of Napoleon, he left France to reside first in Vienna then in Trieste, Rome and Porto San Giorgio in the Marche. A widower since 1835, in 1840 he secretly married an Italian noblewoman, Giustina Pecori-Suárez (1811–1903), in Florence. Returning to Paris in 1848, he was appointed governor general of the Hôtel des Invalides, then Marshal of France in 1850, president of the Senate in 1851 and was reinstated with the title and honors of Imperial Prince in 1852. He died in 1860; his tomb is located in the cathedral of Saint Louis des Invalides next to Napoleon’s large sarcophagus.

(Source)

[xoxolll]

Anthony in s1: Penelope and Colin did a couple of dances together, that don't mean a thing

Cressida: insipid wallflower

Portia: If Colin is your friend, then I'm Catherine.

Prudence: As if someone like Colin Bridgerton would waste time with you

Fife: are you courting the girl Bridgerton?

All of them in s3: 🤡

[themostwantedphighter]

How's being wanted by the law, eh?

- Catherine Prudence Calloway

(ooc information: prudence is a character from my wip goose chase-- just a southern woman on the run. yeah. you'll probably see the rest of her little group pop around here. catherine is her real name btw)

"It's definitely somethin'. It's also fun givin' law enforcement a run for their money. Especially Banny, hah!"

[ofdieus]

‘ imogen waterhouse, cis woman, she/her, 30 (300), high fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems TILLIE KEENTIDE has finally made it to the capital, the SCRIBE/SCHOLAR from the AUTUMN COURT is said to be ADROIT and is said to describe themselves with THE WEIGHT OF THE WORLD ON YOUR SHOULDERS, SUNLIGHT BREAKING THROUGH THE NIGHT, LOOKING WITHIN THE MIRROR TO FIND WHO YOU SEE, LONG HAIR PULLED INTO A BRAID & WARM AS THE SUN AND BURNING BRIGHT AS ONE and with all of this in mind their LOQUACIOUS nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time.

GENERAL DETAILS.

full name: matilda "tillie" catherine keentide nickname(s): goes by tillie everywhere, only a few call her matilda date of birth: july 7th zodiac: cancer sun, virgo moon, virgo rising gender & pronouns: cis woman ( she / her ) species: high fae place of birth: the capital orientation: bisexual, biromantic occupation: scribe & scholar for the autumn court

PHYSICAL, ETC.

faceclaim: imogen waterhouse hair colour & style: here clothing style: here distinguishing characteristics: round cheeks, expressive brows piercing(s) & tattoo(s): lobes

PERSONALITY.

positive trait(s): adroit, cordial, meticulous negative trait(s): loquacious, enigmatic, fanciful like(s): books, warm weather, learning new languages, soft music dislike(s): cold weather, bullies, violence hobbie(s): reading, writing, poetry, researching, knitting character inspiration: leslie knope (parks and recreation), jess day (new girl), penelope garcia (criminal minds), belle (beauty and the beast)

FAMILY, RELATIONSHIPS, ETC.

mother: prudence keentide (adoptive mother) father: hugh keentide (adoptive father) birth parents: unknown (both deceased) sibling(s): taria morwen (twin/grew up together) significant other: n/a

BACKGROUND.

biography trigger(s): adoption, death of parents/murder, orphanage, mention of infertility

When Tillie was four, her parents never came home. To this day, the reports and speculation are close to none, she's checked. The small girl was taken to a ward of other parentless children, unsure of why this happened to her.

When she arrived, there was another girl there, Taria. They became inseparable to the point where they would be referred to as the twins. The ward was careless and while the girls had each other, they could only rely on each other, she realized.

Tillie was happy there, she had a few personal items she brought from her previous life and her books. She was sure she wouldn't need anything else. One day though, everything changed.

A blonde woman from the autumn court with a nice smile, who was unable to have her own children came to the ward. Tillie smiled politely at her and Taria pushed her to go talk to her. She was kind, loved books and wanted a little girl just like her. Tillie couldn't deny they had identical features and had the same shade of hair.

When they arrive back at the autumn court, Tillie was overwhelmed. It was so different and she had no idea what to expect but with the help of her new parents, she was able to adapt better with time. She studied furiously, it came easier to her as she aged. Tillie wrote letters to Taria constantly and although she missed living with her twin, she was starting to feel like she could have her own life without the past coming back to haunt her.

When Tillie was sorting out her future; working and giving back to the autumn court was something that seemed like the best option. She had never fought a day in her life, so instead, she offered her love of knowledge... Her language skills and her ability to find things quicker than anyone else. She began training to become a scholar, then a scribe. She had extensive training over the years and the best money could buy thanks to her parents, to which one day it opened the door for her to approach the high family. For the past fifteen years, she has been the one who those can turn to for knowledge and maybe a good book recommendation.

HEADCANONS.

tillie does not remember anything really about her family but she does remember the name lily but she likes to keep that to herself as to not spoil it... she purchases the flowers every month to remind her

she enjoys sweet treats and tends to make sure she has one at the end of every day

tillie, when she moved to the autumn court, wrote taria a letter every week to keep her up-to-date / keep in contact - she tried to visit as much as she could as well

tillie loves jokes and tends to write them down in a notebook that she can save them for later

she has started a large collection of first edition books and keeps them in the library at her home on display

tillie also loves to put notes into her books in the margins so she can reference them later or to those who want to read the book / borrow it / study from it

she loves her adoptive parents dearly but there are some days where she wished she knew what happened to her birth parents and what her life would have looked like if they were still alive

she still experiences anxiety sometimes over her past but she tries to mask it and hides it quite well with people she isnt close with but because she is so bubbly and talkative when she is quiet it's easy for people to see if something is wrong / bothering her

[cloudberry-sims]

1600-1700 names list

I been collecting names for my decades challenged and I decided to share it. It has a bunch of different names in alphabetical order. 

Not 100% sure how accurate these names are as I’m not a historian , but I like them. 

Some names are “nicknames” or a variation of the same name, like Faye is from Faith ,Orelia is from Aurelia and Sisely from Cecilia/Cecily. 

Some names are Shakespearean , Puritan/Virtue names , American Colonial and perhaps a Arthurian here and there. 

Female names: 

Abigail

Adilene/Adeline

Adrian/Adrianne/Adriana

Afra

Agatha

Agnes

Alice

Aliena

Althea

Amanda

Amelia

Amie

Amity

Amphilis

Anastasia

Andrea

Anis

Annabell/Annabella

Anne/Anna/Annie

Anthea

Aphra

Aquila

Arabella

Artemisia

Audrey

Augusta

Aurelia

Aurinda

Aveline

Avis

Ayala

Azaria

Azoah

Barbara

Barsheba

Basilia

Beatrice/ Beatrix/Bettrys

Berenice/Bernesia/Bernessa

Bethsaby

Betty

Bianca

Blanch/Blanche

Blisse

Blythe

Bridget

Candace

Caroline

Cassandra

Catherine

Causeanger

Cecilia/Cecily/Cicely

Chantal

Charis

Charissima

Charity

Charlotte

Chloe

Christabella

Christian/Christina/Christiana

Clary

Clemencie/ Clemence/Clemency

Clorinda

Constance

Cornelia

Cressida

Cynthia

Deborah

Deodate

Desdemona

Desire

Dessorell

Diana

Dido

Dinah

Dionise/Denise

Dionyza

Divinity

Dolabella

Dolora

Dorcas

Dorothy/Dorothea

Easter

Ebotte

Edith

Edna

Edonie

Effemia

Eleanor

Elise

Elizabeth

Ellen

Ellois

Ely

Emilia

Emma

Eppie

Esther

Etheldreda

Eunice

Euphanie

Evadne

Eve/Eva

Faith

Fanny

Fanstine

Faye/Fay

Felicity/Felice

Florence

Fortune

Frances

Francisca

Fronia

Gartheride

Georgette

Georgine

Gillian

Gilot

Gonerill

Good

Grace

Grisell

Gwenhoivar

Hannah

Harriet

Haven

Helen/Helena

Henrietta

Hermione

Hester

Hezekiah

Honesty

Honor

Honoria

Hope

Humility

Ida

Idonea

Imogen

Irelee

Irene

Iris

Isabella/Isabel

Isolde

Iva

Ivette

Jacobina/Jacobine

Jane

Janikin

Jemima

Jennette/Jennet/Janet

Jeronomie

Joan

Joanna

Jocatta

Jocosa

Jonee

Joy

Joyanne

Joyce

Judith

Juliana/Julia/Juliet

Karissa

Katherine/Kathleen

Kezia/Keziah

Kitty/ Kitlyn

Kloe/Khloe

Koreen/Korinne

Laura

Lavinia

Leah

Leticia

Lettice

Love

Luce

Luciana

Lucretia

Lucy

Lydia/Lidia

Mable

Magdalen

Maggy

Magnolia

Margaret

Margery

Marian/Marion

Mariella

Marina

Martha

Mary

Matilda

Maud

Mercy

Mildred

Millicent

Milly/Millie

Mirabel

Miranda

Modesty

Monica

Muriel

Myra/Myrah

Naomi

Nazareth

Nell

Nerissa

Nola

Octavia

Odelle

Olivia

Ophelia

Orelia

Orinda

Pain

Patience

Pauline

Penelope

Perdita

Petronella

Philippa

Phillis

Phoebe

Pleasance

Primrose

Priscilla

Prudence

Rachel

Rawsone

Rebekah/Rebecca

Remember

Rhoda

Robin

Rosalind

Rosaline

Rosamond

Rosanna

Rose

Ruth

Samantha

Sarah

Saskia

Sebeliah

Selah

Selina

Silence

Silvia

Sisely

Sitha

Skyler

Sophia

Susanna

Sustillian

Sybil/Sibilla

Syntha

Tabitha

Tace

Tamar

Tamora

Temperance

Theodora

Theodorien

Theodosia

Thomasin/Thomasina/Thomasea

Timandra

Titania

Trinity

Trothe

Tryphena

Ursula

Valentine/Valentina

Valeria

Vecula

Venetia

Verely / Verily/Verity

Veronica

Viola/Violenta

Virgilia

Virginia

Virtue

Winifred

Wulfhild

Wybetha

Zelda

Zipporah

Male names: 

Aaron

Abacuck

Abraham

Adam

Adlard

Adrian

Alan

Albert

Alexander

Alveredus

Ambrose

Anchor

Andrew

Annanias

Anthony

Archibald/Archbad

Archilai

Aristoteles

Arnold

Artemas

Arthur

Asa

Ashley

Atkinson

Augustine

Augustus

Austin

Bainbridge

Baldwin

Barnabas

Barnard

Bartell

Bartholomew

Bardolph

Basil

Bellingham

Benedict

Benjamin

Bennett

Bertram

Bevil

Blaise/Blais

Bradford

Brian

Cadwallader

Cesar

Charles/Charlys

Chadrick

Christian

Christopher

Chroferus/Chroseus

Ciriacus

Clement

Clifford

Conrad

Constant

Cornelius

Cosmo

Court

Cotton

Cromwell

Cuthbert

Cutlake

Cyrano

Daniel

Dary

David/Davide

Demes

Denton

Denys/Dionise

Didimus

Digory

Don

Drugo

Dudley

Ebenezer

Ebulus

Edric

Edi

Edmund

Edward

Edwin

Egedius

Eli

Elias

Ellis

Eloy

Emanuell/Emmanuel

Emericke

Emery

Emmett

Enoch

Erasmus

Ethan

Eustace

Evan

Everard

Everard

Ezrah

Fabian

Fairfax

Faustinus

Felix

Francis

Frank

Frederick

Fleance

Fulk

Gabraell/Gabrell/Gabriel

Galileo

Gamalie

Garmayne

Garnett

Gavan/Gawen

Gentile

Geoffrey

George

Gerlick

Gerrard

Gideon/Hedeon

Gilbert

Giles

Gillam

Gobind/Govind

Goodwell

Godfrey

Gottlieb

Goughe

Gregory

Grenville/Grevill

Griffin/Griffith

Guy

Hamond

Hannibal

Hansse

Harman

Harry

Harvard

Hector

Helegor

Henry

Hercules

Herrick

Hieronimus

Hiram

Hobbes

Holland

Howell

Hugh

Humphrey

Ilia

Ingram

Isaac

James

Jarret

Jasper

Jenkin

Jeremiah

Jeremy

Jerome

Jesse

John

Jonathan

Joos

Jordan

Joseph

Joshua

Josias

Justinian

Kaherdin

Karl/Karel

Kenelm/Kenhelm

Kip

Kolby

Lambert

Lancelot

Lawrence

Leonard

Lewis

Lucas

Lynoell/Lionel

Machutus

Manasses

Mark

Marmaduke

Martin/Marton

Matthew

Maurice/Morrice

Melchior

Meredith

Michael

Miles

Morgan

Moses

Nathaniel/Nathaniell/Nathan

Newton

Nicholas

Ninion

Nivinius

Noah/Noe

Noble

Octavius

Odnell

Oliver

Osmund

Ostyn

Oswin

Oswold

Ottewell

Owen

Paschall

Patreas

Paul

Pawll

Percivell/Pesevwell

Peter

Phillip

Pierce/Piers

Phineas

Prospero

Quince

Quinton

Quivier

Ralph

Randall

Randolph

Raphael

Rees

Reginald

Renold

Reyvell

Richard

Robert

Roger

Roland

Roman

Royal

Rymon

Salamon

Sampson

Samuel

Sander

Schuyler

Sebastian

Seraphim/Seraphimus

Septimus

Seth

Shadrick

Silvester

Simon

Simond

Stephen

Taz

Ted

Tedde

Thadeus

Theodosius

Thomas

Timothy

Titus/Tito

Tobias

Trenton/Trentin

Tristram

Tunstall

Turner

Ucentius

Umfray

Uswald

Valor

Valentine

Vandyke

Vaugn

Vernon

Victor

Vincent

Walter

Warham

Watkin

Wiggett

Wilfred

Willing

William

Wine

Wombell

Wymond

Zachary

Zephaniah

[bookgeekgrrl]

My media this week (31 Dec 2023-6 Jan 2024)

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

😊 The PostScript Murders (Harbinder Kaur #2) (Elly Griffiths, author; Nina Wadia, narrator) - entertaining cozy mystery (even tho Harbinder is an actualfax police officer). Though it's nominally Harbinder's series, she's just one of the characters, not the main character per se. Anyway, I enjoyed!

💖💖 +366K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved (YULETIDE, BABEY!) 💖💖

Put to Their Books (ribbons) - Sotherans twitter acct; KJ Charles' England & WDA series: archie/daniel, fen/pat, 2K - v clever modern social media AU feat Southerns, cameo by AZ Fell

A Particular Force (TwoWeevils) - The Will Darling Adventures (KJ Charles): will/kim, 5K - Yuletide 2023

It was of this that he had been dreaming (ExceptMaybeYou) - We Could Be So Good (Cat Sebastian): andy/nick, 4K - Yuletide 2023

Permanent Residence (Nabielka) - The Cabots (Cat Sebastian): peter/caleb, 1.7K - Yuletide 2023, 'on staying in California'

Finest of the Flavors (whetherwoman) - Lilywhite Boys Series (KJ Charles): jerry/alec, 5K - Yuletide 2023

I love you--all I can (goseaward) - England Series (KJ Charles): bill/jimmy, 5K - Yuletide 2023, Bill & Jimmy across 30 years

The Alternatives of Summer (iberiandoctor (jehane)) - Call Me By Your Name: oliver/elio, 8K - Yuletide 2023, 8 yrs later Elio & Oliver meet at Fire Island

The Matrimonial State (beautifulduckweed) - The Cabots (Cat Sebastian): tommy/everett, 4K - Yuletide 2023, "Being a short account of three different weddings in Massachusetts attended by Thomas Cabot and Everett Sloane."

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Zarna Garg: One in a Billion

Midsomer Murders - s24, e3-4

Dirty Laundry - s3, e9

D20: Escape From The Bloodkeep - e1-5

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

Hit Parade - The Bridge: Moguls Can’t Be Choosers

Desert Island Discs - Marina Abramović, performance artist

Overinvested - Ep. 291: Doctor Who 2023 specials

Welcome to Night Vale - The Haunting of Night Vale

Vibe Check - My Spiritual Finger Is Wagging

Today, Explained - Israel’s next move

Films To Be Buried With - Chelsea Peretti

Pop Culture Happy Hour - Books We Love: No Biz Like Showbiz

What Next: TBD - Why the New York Times Sued OpenAI

Up First - Trump's Pardon Promise, The Islamic State's Iran Attack, Jeffrey Epstein Conspiracies

Endless Thread - This episode is a sign from the universe

Dear Prudence - I Don’t Want to Cancel My Retirement Plans to Babysit. Help!

Cautionary Tales - DANGER: Rocks Ahead!

Our Opinions Are Correct - New mini episode! All about our cats

You're Dead to Me - Catherine the Great

What Next: TBD - Tesla's Cybertruck Problem

Wait Wait… Don't Tell Me! - WWDTM: Now With Real Journalists!

Up First - Jan. 6 Insurrection Revisited, Blinken to Israel, COVID Resurgence.

Under the Influence with Terry O'Reilly - Disappearing Acts: When Popular Brands Are Discontinued

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

The Essential REO Speedwagon {2004}

I Wanna Know What Love Is

Soft Rock Ballads

Relaxing '80s Rock

Merengue Mix

AM In The A.M.: '70s Pop Morning

"Beach Baby" [First Class] radio

'70s Mellow Gold

'80s Slow Dance

[bethanydelleman]

How Does Jane Austen Feel About Charlotte Lucas?

Two women are given the option to mary Mr. William Collins, one staunchly refuses, the other agrees. In a novel that’s thesis could probably be summed up as, “Where does discretion end, and avarice begin?”, how does the narrator want us to feel about Charlotte Lucas?

Charlotte tells us early in the novel, “Happiness in marriage is entirely a matter of chance.  If the dispositions of the parties are ever so well known to each other, or ever so similar beforehand, it does not advance their felicity in the least. They always continue to grow sufficiently unlike afterwards to have their share of vexation; and it is better to know as little as possible of the defects of the person with whom you are to pass your life.” And yet this statement goes against the general sentiment in Jane Austen’s novels, where knowing a person, especially their character, is the ideal. Best summed up by Mrs. Croft in Persuasion here:

“We had better not talk about it, my dear,” replied Mrs Croft, pleasantly; “for if Miss Elliot were to hear how soon we came to an understanding, she would never be persuaded that we could be happy together. I had known you by character, however, long before.”

We learn a good deal about Mr. Collins’s character through Elizabeth. So much of it is readily apparent that it’s impossible that Charlotte is not aware as well, given that she does spend some time with him. She knows:

“The stupidity with which he was favoured by nature... Mr. Collins, to be sure, was neither sensible nor agreeable; his society was irksome, and his attachment to her must be imaginary.”

Charlotte herself says, “I am not romantic, you know; I never was. I ask only a comfortable home; and considering Mr. Collins’s character, connection, and situation in life, I am convinced that my chance of happiness with him is as fair as most people can boast on entering the marriage state.”

This means Charlotte has actually not followed her above advice. She knows Mr. Collins, she is aware of his character, but what she knows isn’t exactly good. And yet she goes for it. Elizabeth condemns her in thought, “but she had not supposed it to be possible that, when called into action, she would have sacrificed every better feeling to worldly advantage.” Elizabeth is appalled that Charlotte would marry for money without any hint of love.

Later, when Elizabeth is leaving Kent, she thinks this: “Poor Charlotte! it was melancholy to leave her to such society! But she had chosen it with her eyes open; and though evidently regretting that her visitors were to go, she did not seem to ask for compassion. Her home and her housekeeping, her parish and her poultry, and all their dependent concerns, had not yet lost their charms”

Charlotte is not left resolved; the narrator never tells us either way if Charlotte made the right choice or not. Charlotte was a woman of action, she saw a chance and jumped at it. some readers admire that. Unlike Mr. Bennet, who has an unequal and unhappy marriage, Charlotte was not deceived by lust (a big Austen no no), she did understand the character of the man she married. We are left with a “yet”. 

I think because Austen is telling us to draw the line. She lays out the parameters, 27, never handsome, no fortune, keeping her sisters from marrying. Is it okay for her to accept a man that she knows she will never love? Elizabeth is against the decision, but she’s 20, not standing in anyone’s way, and pretty enough. Where is the line between prudence and avarice? Will Charlotte ultimately be happy?

Was it worth it in the end?

[huntsvillehq]

The last day of the Faire, the sky was overcast, with rumbles of thunder in the far distance. As Mayor Nat stepped up to the podium set up in front of town hall, a small crowd gathered to hear the announcement. She proceeded to declare Pandora Flowers as the winner of the costume contest, and withdrew the sword to present to the winner of the tournament, Morgan Vovk.

Before she could, though, Quinn Buckley from the commune ran up on stage and grabbed the microphone from the podium.

“Listen! You have to listen. This, all of this, is because of a being far greater than us! It sent the creatures from the woods to test us! To separate the weak from the strong. It judges us because it wants us to be ready before it reveals itself. We have to listen! We have to—“

Sheriff Henry attempted to take the microphone from her, but she struggled against him, still shouting into the microphone.

“It’s real! I felt its presence! Those that listen will be saved!”

Thunder rumbled, closer than before, much closer. A loud crack of lightning illuminated the sky, blindingly bright. Beyond the clouds, briefly visible in that split second, loomed a shape, unrecognizable and massive, both bulbous and gangly. As quickly as it appeared it was gone, and what remained was the sizzling body of Tristan Wilde, struck by the lightning. The sky opened up, then, as thunder boomed directly above, and rain and hail pelted the town.

“It’s there! You all saw it! It’s real! We have to submit!” Quinn wailed, as Henry attempted to pull her off the stage. “I can prove it! I can walk amongst them untouched! I’ve been chosen! You can be chosen too!”

Her cries fell away in the deafening downpour, and those that had gathered scattered to find shelter in the nearest buildings. Whether or not they saw something or, if they did, if they believe what they saw, remains to be seen.

The storm raged on through the night, as the creatures wandered the streets unperturbed by the rain and hail. The lights of the town flickered and then, as lightning staggered across the sky, everything went dark.

(Those that ran to find shelter found themselves stuck for the night. Below you’ll find the (randomly selected) groups. You can choose for your characters to have seen the shape in the sky, to have not seen it, or to have seen it and not believe it.

Everyone can continue/finish their event threads, as all this took place on the final day of the Faire (the 29th). You may also time-jump threads, headcanon threads, or make new threads for the plot drop. The event officially ends on August 5th, at which time please do not make any more event starters, however you can continue all threads until completion.)

Town Hall

Aslan “Dodger” Ozdemir Bocephus “Beau” Romero Birdie Tilton Cain Barlowe Eagan Connolly Emma “Em” Dunford Evangeline Cruz Falco Romero Fletcher Cole Helena Theriot Hex Sif-Sidon Jessica Sinclair Kirby Louis Ryan Nickleby “Nick” Dalton Ocean Quinn Odette Abbott Olivia Hart Poppy Sarasa Prudence “Pru” Wheaton Ransome “Rance” Slade Saffron Aubert Scout Garcia Sierra Nevada Starlynn Flowers

Fire Station

Absinthe Capone Arachne Arthur “Arty” Drake Conrad Greene Corvin Delancey DJ Cruz-Dutton Harlow Cole Hawthorne “Hawk” Romero Izan Castillo Katarina “Rini” Roberts Lachlan Ramirez Logan Ferguson Lorcan Hara Luciana “Lucy” Rivera Mercy Wainwright Pandora “Andy” Flowers Phoenix Romero-Sawyer Rainn Scott Reggie Alson Ricardo Reider Ruben Hobbes Samantha “Sammie” Thompson Sebastian Keane Tae-Hyun Cho Theodore “Teddy” Collins Zain Madan

Police Station

Andrew Richardson Antonio “Toni” Estrada, Jr. Celia Ortega Elijah Atkins Emrys Rosser Finn Cunningham Halley McGillivray Hunter Hilton Jahi Karim Jane Doe Jareth Reid Kestrel Sideris Lincoln Abernathy Luke Matthews Mateo Suarez Morgan Vovk Pascal Mendoza Quinn Buckley Salem Salazar Vincent Lewis Violet Beauregarde William Monroe Wolf Lykaios Zachary Ryan Zarina West

Huntsville Bank

Alexander “Xander” Garcia Cabell “Cab” McCay Cassius Romero Catherine Wayne Christopher Winters Briana Ryan Dahlia Cruz-Dutton Frances “Frankie” Wallace Gabriel “G” Westfall Genesis “Sissy” Boone Harvey Langston Josie Reigh Mallard “Duck” Romero Mason Greene Maya Rae Mylene Karimi Raj Aiyangar Raphael Knightley Riley Saunders Sandra Quispe Sare Holmes Sasha Medvedev Spencer Holmes Valeria “Val” Moreno Wylie Bateman

Post Office

Avery Cowling Benjamin Cade Bowie Bardot Bram Williams Carter Behrens Cassandra “Cassie” Slade Eilana Kapur Freya Atkins Guillermo “Mo” Reyes Jasmine “Minnie” Sinclair Lennon Davies Leo Brockton Liam Jefferson Matthew Walker Mia Vazquez Monet Vogel Nathaniel Dawson Ondine Konar Paloma Ortiz Reed Hendrix Silas “Cyan” Canne Tari Park Wren Romero Xavier Cade Zoë Clark

Huntsville Library

Artemis Hayes Axel Addams Calloway “Cal” de la Luna Casey Nestor Claire Forbes Clara Jones Finch Sanders Floyd Blackward Hank McGillivray Iniya Beckett Ivy Oberon James “Jamie” Brennan Jeconiah “Jack” Abbott Jett Liu Kieran “KB” Barnes Michael “Mikey” Beauregarde Nicolas Garcia Parker Russo Peter “Rusty” Craven Peyton Wilson Reza Kogoya Roman Forest Rosemary “Rose” Felton Sicilia “Lia” Flowers Tamaraa Jillian “Jill” Adler

[musographes]

Les muses non-consentantes

Quand des cinéastes et comédiens d’âge mûr jettent leur dévolu sur des adolescentes rêvant de belles carrières par leur entremise, tout le monde ou presque parle à présent de domination et d’abus, et ces histoires emplissent les pages d’actualité. Mais pour les peintres et sculpteurs de l’ancien temps, qui parfois dépucelaient leurs modèles de 15 ans, voilà qu’on invoque plutôt la bohème et la frivolité. Cela mérite qu’on y regarde de plus près, non ?

Que diriez-vous de malmener sans attendre l’imagerie romantique des relations entre artistes et modèles ? Pour cela, rien de mieux que les aventures de Benvenuto Cellini, sculpteur et orfèvre florentin du XVIe siècle.  En résidence en France afin de répondre à une commande de François 1er, Cellini avait pris l’habitude de satisfaire ses besoins sexuels sur Catherine, une de ses servantes, 16 ans au compteur, une situation qui n’avait rien d’exceptionnel à cette époque. Comme le faisaient les artistes qui souhaitaient travailler le nu à partir d’un vrai modèle féminin et non à partir de plâtres et de gravures, notre sculpteur florentin utilisa cette servante comme modèle. Puis, prétendant qu’elle l’aurait trompé avec son assistant, il obligea ce dernier à la marier, ce qui constituait un déshonneur au vu de la condition sociale très basse de la modèle. Mais la modèle contre-attaqua en traînant Cellini devant les tribunaux, l’accusant de viol par sodomie, une procédure dont le sculpteur se sortit par le haut, sans doute grâce à ses commandes pour le roi François 1er. Catherine revint travailler à son atelier mais, excédé par son comportement, Cellini la tabassa. La force des coups la rendit inapte au travail de pose pendant deux semaines. Elle revint finalement poser, parce qu’il fallait bien gagner des sous, et ce fut dès lors une alternance de relations sexuelles et de violences, jusqu'à ce que Cellini la remplace par une autre de 15 ans, à qui il ne tarda pas à faire un enfant. Il avait alors 44 ans. Nous tenons ce récit de l’autobiographie que Cellini nous laissa, la seule du genre en l’occurrence. Étant donné que l’ouvrage n’est pas pauvre en rodomontades, il convient de considérer avec prudence ce compte-rendu. Cependant, celui-ci jette sur le sculpteur un jour suffisamment peu reluisant pour qu’on se laisse aller à le juger crédible dans ses grandes lignes.  Comme de bien entendu, il serait tout à fait exagéré de penser que les relations entre artistes et modèles à la Renaissance étaient généralement taillées sur le même patron, mais avouez que c’est une frappante entrée en matière pour notre sujet du jour, à savoir les relations charnelles dans le secret des ateliers ! Les relations charnelles présumées entre artistes et modèles sont un des piliers de leur mythologie, le récif saillant des préjugés que nulle entreprise historiographique sur les modèles ne peut esquiver. Ce présupposé qui sexualise les modèles prend appui sur l’idée que les artistes étaient majoritairement de sexe masculin (très vrai) et les modèles majoritairement de sexe féminin (plutôt faux). Les autres configurations de genre, par exemple artiste masculin face à modèle masculin, ont toujours moins intéressé... comme par hasard.

Durant l’époque moderne, il fut souvent interdit de travailler d’après des modèles féminines, d’où leur faible nombre, et de plus les sources sont bien maigres sur le sujet. Pour le XIXe, cette période où les modèles féminines se firent bien plus nombreuses et où l’image populaire du modèle vivant se cristallisa, les témoignages sont en revanche bien plus copieux, et ils nous disent qu’on trouvait chez les modèles féminines aussi bien de chastes femmes que des délurées, et que les modèles ne partageaient pas autant la couche des artistes que les bourgeois aimaient à s’en persuader. Ceci posé, il faut absolument considérer le contexte social. Toutes les modèles féminines étaient des filles de rien, qui pour certaines posaient depuis leur plus jeune âge. Pour beaucoup d’entre elles, c’était ça ou le trottoir (parfois les deux). De 15 à 25 ans, sachant qu’au-delà elles étaient vite considérées comme trop vieilles, elles posaient comme femmes adultes. Imaginez à présent ces jeunes filles souvent miséreuses, dominées socialement, culturellement et financièrement par ces messieurs artistes généralement issus de milieux aisés, et osez dire que la consommation charnelle qui pouvait en découler n’était affaire que de joie et de consentement... C’est là que les récents scandales de mœurs qui secouent le monde du spectacle aujourd'hui, parce qu’il offrent des réalités plus concrètes, peuvent aider à mieux appréhender ce que pouvait être la situation des dites "muses" d’autrefois, et à comprendre que les quelques poseuses "libérées" de la bohème de la butte Montmartre ou du Petit Montparnasse n’ont jamais constitué le maître étalon de la corporation des modèles.  Rappelons-nous cette phrase de Raniero Paulucci di Calboli en 1901 : "«Si la faible créature ne cède pas, trop souvent la porte de l’atelier lui reste fermée ! II faut qu’elle adopte bon gré mal gré la devise cynique de la femme: Le ciel nous fit pour consentir à tout.(...)"

[stagred]

　ANONYMOUS CALLED IN! : …sorry mun what does nineteen mean? Im a lil slow 😭

　" Frances Brooklyn, Elizabeth Miller, Rose Olivier, Catherine Swann, Anna Woods, Florent Morgan, Odette Hebert, Alice Chambers, Prudence Boudousqué, Estelle LeBlanc, Constance Lapin, Rebecca Chamberlain, Camille L'Amour, Cecile Desjardins, Helene Toussaint, Magnolia Davis, Evangeline Dubois, Lisette Guidry, Corinne Dupont, targeted, stalked, kidnapped, tortured, slaughtered, buried, served, and eaten. Nineteen. I am not your little hero, so please do us both a favor! Stop pretending I'm a good person. "

[unrealitybymeg]

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