#frank mildmay

[clove-pinks]

"The Little Midshipman" by Wilson Nesbit, on a 1930s tin of Macfarlane Lane & Co. biscuits.

...I found my captain, and presented my father's letter. He surveyed me from top to toe, and desired the pleasure of my company to dinner at six o'clock. "In the mean time," he said, "as it is now only eleven, you may go a-board, and shew yourself to Mr. Handstone, the first lieutenant, who will cause your name to be entered on the books, and allow you to come back here to dine." I bowed and retired. And on my way to Mutton Cove was saluted by the females, with the appellation of Royal Reefer (midshipman), and a Biscuit Nibbler; but all this I neither understood nor cared for.

— Frederick Marryat, Frank Mildmay (The Naval Officer).

[marryat92]

The circumstance of my going to sea affected my father in no other way than it interfered with his domestic comforts by the immoderate grief of my poor mother. In any other point of view my choice of profession was a source of no regret to him.

— Frederick Marryat, Frank Mildmay (The Naval Officer).

"Fitting Out": an 1820 drawing and watercolour picture by Captain Marryat (British Museum). The mother of the young midshipman destined for H M Ship Hellfire weeps at left.

[kaxenart]

A commission of Frank Mildmay with Bisexual Lighting for @clove-pinks

[maritime-matchups]

[givemogahug]

We don’t talk about Ezra (aka I watched enanto with Nevermoor brainrot)

Martha: We don't talk about Ezra , oh, no, no!

We don't talk about Ezra ... but

It was a winter day

Charlie: It was a winter day

Martha: They were they were in the plaza, and there wasn't a soul asking why 

Charlie: No one ever asked why 

Martha: the wundersmith sings and his hounds barking back 

Charlie: Wunder!

Martha: You telling this story, or am I?

Charlie: I'm sorry, little bee, go on

Martha:Ezra says, "the end is near”

(They are so dead)

In doing so, he spreads his fear

(Prepare for bloodshed)

Soon there was but graves and tears

Charlie: What a horrid story but sleep sound

Both: We don't talk about Ezra , no, no, no!

We don't talk about Ezra!

Jack: Hey! Spent my Childhood in fear of the Wundersmith returning 

I thought that hear him sort of humming, smell of burning

I associate him with the sound of baying hounds , Ooh-Awoo

Got a heavy duty with the burdens so unwieldy 

Always left the people of the free state reeling

Seeing the Wundrous gifts they couldn't understand

Do you understand?

Frank: a wicked, wretched man 

With eyes of gleaming black 

When you dew his ire there was no turning back

And now he haunts dark dreams 

And longs to hear us scream (hey!) 

We don't talk about Ezra , oh, no, no! (We don't talk about Ezra , oh, no, no!)

We don't talk about Ezra(we don't talk about Ezra !)

Chanda: he was a sweet young boy

Then- well you know (Oh, no!)

Sofia: his life was complicated but the story they show…(no, no!)

Jupiter: stay away from him he lies like wind blows (no, no! Hey!)

Chorus: if you want to live and you see him you should go! 

Mildmay: He told me that my dark fantasies were within reach if only I tried 

He told me that he loved me but I should have known, should have known, that he lied

Kedgeree: Oye, Israfel’s on his way

Mildmay: he tempted me with the power I dreamed  of if I gave him what he desired 

Jack: It's like I hear him now

Squall:Miss Crow, I want not a word out of you (I can hear him now)

Jack: I can hear him now

Mog:Um, Ezra ...

Yeah, about that, Ezra...

I really need to know about Ezra ...

Give me the truth and the whole truth, Ezra 

(Uncle Jove! your boyfriend's here)

Time for dinner!

A wicked, wretched man (it was a winter day, it was a winter day)

With eyes of gleaming black (they were in the plaza)

When you drew his ire (and there wasn’t a soul asking why)

There was no turning back (no one ever asked why!)

Now he haunts dark dreams (the Wundersmith sings and his hounds barking back)

And longs for our screams (Wunder!)

You telling this story, or am I?

I'm sorry,little bee , go on (oye , Israfel is on his way)

Ezra says, "the end is near” (a wicked, wretched man with eyes of gleaming black) 

In doing so, he spreads his fear

Soon there was but graves and tears

Kedgeree: He's here!

All: Don't talk about Ezra , no! (Why did I talk about Ezra ?)

Not a word about Ezra !

Mog: I never should've brought up Ezra !

This is PERFECT! I love it

I'm imagining mildmay being lowered to the ground on a swing made of vines now.

Pure gold

[butchcaseyjones]

i’m forcing myself into the nevermoor fandom so we’ve got orientation/gender headcanons

morrigan crow - she/her, cis girl, asexual lesbian

cadence blackburn - she/they, nonbinary lesbian

hawthorne swift - he/him, trans boy, bisexual

mahir ibrahim - he/him, cis boy, gay (he’s also jewish because i say so)

archan tate - they/he, genderfluid, gay and asexual

francis fitzwilliam - he/him, trans boy, bi aroace

anah kahlo - she/her, trans girl, pansexual 

thaddea macleod - she/her, cis girl, lesbian

lamya ra/lambeth amara - they/them, nonbinary lesbian

jupiter north - he/him, cis man, bisexual

jack korrapati - he/they, trans demiboy, gay

marina cheery - she/her, trans woman, lesbian (canon!)

dame chanda kali - she/her, cis woman, pansexual and polyamorous

frank - he/they, nonbinary, gay

israfel - they/xe/he, nonbinary, pansexual

roshni singh - she/they, cis woman, lesbian (canon!)

baz charlton - he/him, cis man, gay (gives off major homophobic vibes but i choose to believe homophobia doesn’t exist in nevermoor)

henry mildmay - he/him, cis man, agonizingly heterosexual

ezra squall - he/they, demiboy, bisexual

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

“Youths Demonstrate Wireless Power Invention,” Toronto Star. January 5, 1933. Page 3. ---- Claiming they have invented a process whereby electricity can be transmitted without a wire conductor, two Mildmay youths have startled the electrical world by a demonstration of their invention to some two score relatives and townsfolk in Bruce county. Placing a transmitter in a farmhouse a mile and a half from the village of Mildmay, Frank Fedy and his partner, Ted Hesch, received enough electrical current ‘from the air’ to light some 25 bulbs in the store of Fedy’s father without the use of wires of any description, they claim. In (1) is shown the home of Joseoh Reinhart, one and a half miles from the Fedy store, where the transmitter was placed the night of the demonstration. Ted Hesch (2), pal and partner of Frank Fedy in the enterprise, who is a blacksmith by trade. Frank Fedy is shown in (3) with part of the equipment he has invented. Joseph Reinhart (4), farmer, with his dogs, on whose farm the sending equipment was placed. Alex. Fedy’s store (5) lit up by the electrical current, and in (6) is shown Ted Hesch and (7) Frank Fedy, the youthful inventors.

[marryat92]

Captain Marryat references this in a passage from The Naval Officer (Frank Mildmay), where the philandering protagonist justifies his behaviour:

I felt that I had a clear right to boast of constancy; nor were the flirtations of Halifax and Quebec at all incompatible with such a declaration. The fair sex will start at this proposition; but it is nevertheless true. Emily was to me what the Dutchman's best anchor was to him—he kept it at home, for fear of losing it. He used other anchors in different ports, that answered the purpose tolerably well; but this best bower he always intended to ride by in the Nieu deep, when he had escaped all the dangers and quicksands of foreign shores: such was Emily to me.

Dutchman’s Anchor

A term used to describe anything needed that’s been left at home. It stems from the tale (possibly of the 17th century)  of a Dutch captain, who commented after his ship had been wrecked that he had a most excellent anchor….. he just left it at home.

[elyksina]

1812 Frank Mildmay & companion. Commission for @clove-pinks!

[clove-pinks]

My new desk/study area coming together very nicely, feat. Captain Marryat's portrait and signed cheque complimented by @elyksina art of Frank Mildmay.

[marryat92]

The discipline of public schools, bad and demoralizing as it is, was light, compared to the tyranny of a midshipman's berth in 1803.

— Frederick Marryat, The Naval Officer (Frank Mildmay)

Thomas Luny, A British frigate backing her sails as she heaves-to approaching Torbay with other ships of the fleet beyond, 1803. (Wikimedia Commons)

[lilith-of-stardust]

From Frank Mildmay by Frederick Marryat (1897)

(Literally just saw this on my dash lmao)

David Tennant, Macbeth | Michael Sheen, White Rabbit Red Rabbit

[kaxenart]

Picking my favorite pieces from every month. I think July and August and October were the hardest to pick a fave from.

December is a messy month for me. Or maybe it's just too soon to contemplate upon as it is not even over. I feel very unfocused.

Will be self-reblogging the highlights each day until New Year's Eve.

I feel like my painting quality has gone much higher.

Really jumped back into the doll hobby again after having a bit of a hibernation period. So probably more sewing in 2023. I ordered a 1/6 scale doll I hope I won't regret, but he had the perfect body type for 1830s prettyboy.

What do you guys think of my art this year?

[maritime-matchups]

welcome to ROUND 1 of the MARITIME MATCHUPS!

Round 1 Masterpost:

Nigel and Chauncey Badminton vs Peter Calamy

Henry Noble vs Hiram Nightingale

Horatio Nelson (As Portrayed by Jim Howick) vs Sir John Franklin

Midshipman Longley vs William Blakeney

Barrett Bonden vs the Dark-Spectacled Admiral

Francis Crozier vs James Barnes

Chadwick Goodfellow vs Marmaduke Bonthrop Shelmerdine

Arthur Courtney vs Midshipman Hollom

Alexander MacIntosh vs Frank Mildmay

Captain Chase vs Roger Byam

William Mowett vs Sir Edward Pellew

William Bush vs Thomas Pullings

William Laurence vs James Norrington

Archie Kennedy vs Frederick Wentworth

[cadmusfly]

The Naval Officer Frank Mildmay

"I was now in my twenty-second year; my figure was decidedly of a handsome cast; my face, what I knew most women admired. My personal advantages were heightened by the utmost attention to dress; the society of the fair Arcadians had very much polished my manners, and I had no more of the professional roughness of the sea, than what, like the crust of the port wine, gave an agreeable flavour; my countenance was as open and as ingenuous as my heart was deceitful and desperately wicked." -- Frederick Marryat, Frank Mildmay, or The Naval Officer

generated from the text prompt "young proud handsome arrogant smirking Royal Navy naval officer" and image prompts of: the naval novellist captain frederick marryat and a picture of ioan gruffudd as hornblower using the neural network AI midjourney with a few edits and tweaks post-generation

with thanks and inspiration to @marryat92

[clove-pinks]

Fun fact: True-Blooded Yankee appears in the autobiographical novel Frank Mildmay (The Naval Officer) by War of 1812 vet Captain Marryat!

The privateer was called the True-blooded Yankee. She was first bound to the island of Tristan d'Acunha, where she expected to meet her consort, belonging to the same owners, and who had preceded her when their directions were to cruise between the Cape and Madagascar, for certain homeward bound extra Indiamen, one or two of which she hoped would reward all the trouble and expense of the outfit.

It's just a passing reference either; True-Blooded Yankee fights the British and is captured, it takes up the better part of two chapters.

True-Blooded Yankee, by Patrick O’Brien (1960-)

True-Blooded Yankee was an American privateer during the War of 1812, preying on British shipping in the Atlantic.