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this is my bird. her name is Lady. say hello to Lady

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I cannot imagine anything less in-character than Elizabeth "found herself quite equal to the scene" "That will make your Ladyship’s situation at present more pitiable; but it will have no effect on me" "[Lady Catherin's arguments appeared] appeared weak and ridiculous" Bennet quaking and crying and insisting to Darcy that her birth makes her unworthy of him.

I've seen dislike expressed for the woobification of Darcy, but what about the woobification of Elizabeth. imo it is perhaps an even worse crime.

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I've seen dislike expressed for the woobification of Darcy, but what about the woobification of Elizabeth. imo it is perhaps an even worse crime.

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Darcy is soooo lucky Lizzie didn’t punch him in the face when he said he was happy to have broken up Jane and Bingley. If I met a man who broke up my sister and a guy that actually treated her right his safety would not be ensured

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Did you have a poll on which Austen couple was most likely to anticipate their vows? I swear I saw one on tumblr once but I’m having trouble finding it in your poll tag. It might have been someone else entirely, for which I apologize for bothering you!

I don't think I've ever made that poll, though I do have a post about it. Anyway, here you go! Not bothersome at all, fun.

The answer is not Darcy & Elizabeth, it really isn't. I promise you. Please. It is not them. I beg. I entreat. Do not click upon them. They are only included for completeness.

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Volume 2, chapter 10 is up!

Town and Country

Fandom: Pride and Prejudice Words: 61.2k and counting (112k projected) Status: WIP Pairings: Elizabeth Bennet/Fitzwilliam Darcy; Jane Bennet/Charles Bingley (background) Rating: General Audiences Setting: Regency

Summary: Elizabeth Bennet is South Asian.

Sample:

When an Englishman desires activity, inactivity, change, stasis, simplicity, intricacy, strangeness, familiarity, or the pleasure of managing, of not managing, or of having his own way, he will look—very naturally—to India. However little calculated that land, in itself, may be to fulfill these little caprices, its ideal is so fixed in his mind, that he is sure to find something within the stores of its ancient civilisation to answer to his notions.

Such was the case with Mr. Edward Bennet. The second son of a minor country squire, he was faced, at his majority, with the necessity of fixing upon some course, which would enable him to make his own way in the world. From a scholarly bent, which gave him a good deal of inborn curiosity; and because the idleness of habits, which he had heard to be common in the East, attracted him more than the manly rigour required for the practice of the legal or ecclesiastical professions in England; from these reasons, and perhaps still others, he left a country happily enlightened by sound philosophy, and the only true revelation, for one burdened with superstition and gross idolatry: he joined, in short, in the service of the East India Company at Bombay, soon after it was ceded to the English. Once his innate indolence had overcome the exigencies of the journey thither, it was not often further disturbed by any requirements of his post. His work as a writer for the Company kept him largely within its settlements in the western part of the state of Hindoostan; on the rare occasions when he left Bombay, it was only for Chaul or Bassein.

Mr. Edward Bennet had always intended to marry upon returning to his native England, when his contributions of learning to the Company would have earned him an independence. He was yet in India, however, when he was nearing forty; he grew increasingly susceptible to beauty, and ripe for picking; he was caught at last by a girl with gentle manners, a generous dowry, and remarkable beauty (so far as we can reconcile beauty with the olive complexion). She was the daughter of a Mahomedan merchant and moneylender, who had much to do with the India Company, and was very pleased to furnish one of its votaries with this his most precious good.

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no! secondary sources will kill patient. she needs primary sources to live

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love when something is about something else

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people will be like "isn't the power dynamic in that ship kind of problematic" and then literally read het

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Google how to send hate mail to historians and authors who have been dead for decades to centuries to millennia. Urgent.

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City Palace, Jaipur, Rajasthan, India

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this is a mean post I know. but art of the 2005 Pride and Prejudice movie cracks me up. because it's clear when the artist is in denial about how ugly Matthew Macfayden is

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my commenters: "what the hell can Darcy possibly be thinking here??"

me, doing the math on when the next Darcy chapter is set to be uploaded and cackling: "can't imagine"

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Darcy assumes he's Seen More Shit than Elizabeth has because of the etchings and illicit private / by-subscription publications his classmates would pass around during his university days, but he hasn't.

She finds something in his study or somewhere and he's mortified until she's like "oh. is that all? but there are only two people in all of these, and it's always a man and a woman. there isn't even any oral or anal. also everyone in these seems to be human?" and Darcy is like good god, woman. who are you.

it's my belief that Mr. Bennet has a lot of very bawdy 18th-century material in his book-room and as a result Elizabeth has Seen Some Shit. Mr. Bennet sort of figures she's been looking through it since she was tall enough to reach, but he doesn't particularly try to stop her because he thinks it's funny.

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it's my belief that Mr. Bennet has a lot of very bawdy 18th-century material in his book-room and as a result Elizabeth has Seen Some Shit. Mr. Bennet sort of figures she's been looking through it since she was tall enough to reach, but he doesn't particularly try to stop her because he thinks it's funny.

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I think you have two options here:

Actually make the work significantly impacted by, motivated by, shaped by, and about grief and mourning; or

Use the death just as a plot point, but hang a lantern on the fact that you're not going to get into the mourning bit. Pull a Lemony Snicket "If you have ever lost someone very important to you, then you already know how it feels; and if you haven’t, you cannot possibly imagine it"; or a Jane Austen "exactly at the time when it was quite natural that it should be so, and not a week earlier, Edmund did cease to care about Miss Crawford." And just time skip or something. Or even begin the story a few years after it happened.

Because if you half-heartedly drag a couple mentions of mourning into the story just because you feel you should, but it's clear that you want to get past that part so that you can get the romance started, it's sort of jarring. Imo.

I once started to read an AU in which Jane Bennet dies after taking ill in the rain on the way to Netherfield that one day. It wasn't even particularly insensitive in how it was written but it made me so incandescently angry that I had to stop reading. which, to be fair, probably had something to do with my own sibling having died pretty recently,

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I once started to read an AU in which Jane Bennet dies after taking ill in the rain on the way to Netherfield that one day. It wasn't even particularly insensitive in how it was written but it made me so incandescently angry that I had to stop reading. which, to be fair, probably had something to do with my own sibling having died pretty recently,