I think I may have solved a mystery that I didn’t even know was one.
So. In Peter Pan, the novel, this is the first mention of Captain Hook:
“Who is captain now?”
“Hook,” answered Peter, and his face became very stern as he said that hated word.
“Jas. Hook?”
“Ay.”
Then indeed Michael began to cry, and even John could speak in gulps only, for they knew Hook’s reputation.
“He was Blackbeard’s bo’sun,” John whispered huskily. “He is the worst of them all. He is the only man of whom Barbecue was afraid.”
Later, we learn this:
Hook was not his true name. To reveal who he really was would even at this date set the country in a blaze; but as those who read between the lines must already have guessed, he had been at a famous public school; and its traditions still clung to him like garments, with which indeed they are largely concerned.
“Barbecue” is Long John Silver from Treasure Island. Jas. is short for James, but in “Captain Hook at Eton,” he’s also called Jacobus. The biblical figure Jacob was renamed Israel.
Blackbeard’s historical boatswain, and also a character in Treasure Island, was Israel Hands.
I’m just saying, if I got a hand chopped off and my last name was Hands… I might want to change it.
Many kudos to OP, I’m still processing Captain Hook = Israel Hands. Because of this post, I stumbled upon this 2020 article. It is a fascinating and bittersweet read about Barrie, Stevenson, and the Peter Pan+Treasure Islandconnections.
Now, the letters of JM Barrie to Robert Louis Stevenson – presumed to be lost by several key Barrie biographers for over 70 years - will be published for the first time in a forthcoming book. The letters reveal how ardently the young Barrie both adored and admired Stevenson, who was an older and more established writer. A year into their friendship, which was initiated by Stevenson, Barrie wrote to him: “To be blunt I have discovered (have suspected it for some time) that I love you, and if you had been a woman…” He leaves the sentence unfinished.
and
Barrie has a real desire to incorporate Stevenson and his affection for Stevenson in his works, he believes. “I think what Barrie is saying is: if I can never meet Stevenson, because he has unfortunately died, then I want to create the opportunity for our characters to meet.
“I think he liked that idea that they could occupy the same world, and could potentially bump into each other.”
Pairing:Geralt x Jaskier Warning(s):semi-public sex (ish) Rating:explicit
Fic Summary: Geralt and Jaskier have been together for a little while, but Geralt isn’t ready to go public with their relationship. Jaskier is happy to wait, only being in a keep full of Witchers makes some things more difficult to do when you’re trying to keep a relationship secret.
Geralt has yet to mention their relationship to his brothers. At first, Jaskier had understood completely and been happy enough to let Geralt tell them when he’s ready. But what he hadn’t taken into consideration was the heightened senses of witchers and how that affects him.
But it’s been a week now and Jaskier has spent every night since in Geralt’s bed. Which means he hasn’t even been able to jerk off for days and it’s getting frustrating. Only adding to his frustration is the fact that Geralt likes to wake him up by kissing him every morning, a gesture that Jaskier adores right up until the moment his prick tries to get involved.
Because as much as he promises he can be quiet, Geralt won’t fuck him. Something about pheromones or his scent or something, but Jaskier is losing his mind. Whoever decided to dangle Geralt in front of him like this and then say don’t touch should truly be punished.
So Jaskier has taken to picking up solo chores so he doesn’t have to worry about anyone calling him on his unusual frustration. Tonight, he’s volunteered to do the dishes on his own, and while that in itself sparked confusion amongst the Witchers, Jaskier has shrugged it off, saying he was cold and the warm water would help.
He shoos each of them out of the kitchen when they come in offering to help and he’s finally gotten everything washed when Geralt sneaks into the kitchen and creeps up behind him.
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-Coughing up blood. The good ol’ “cough into your hand and pull it back to see blood” also never gets old.
-Headaches. You keep fighting as your head pounds, desperately telling you to take a break. At first they fade within minutes when you stop using magic, but overtime, they become chronic.
-Fatigue. After a big battle, you stand triumphant, and then just fall asleep on the spot.
-In a similar vein, overuse causing you to straight up faint rather than just fall asleep. Darkness begins to overtake your vision in the middle of battle, unconsciousness abruptly looming over you.
-Any of the side effects happening to another person. Maybe two close characters are connected, and whatever side effects character A would normally endure are transferred to character B. When A uses a blast of magic B screams loudly because holyshitthat hurt.
-Magic gradually deteriorating your mind. Using it too much eventually caused hallucinations and an inability to retain memories, or even larger scale memory loss.
Feel free to add more, I’m looking for some to steal
One of my favourite pop culture useless pieces of information that I know is the fact that trends in horror movies can tell you about the general fears of the world at any given time in cinematic history.
Sorta!
1940s - You have people still alive that remember Jack the Ripper, you have the Axeman of New Orleans and two world wars. The classics are being made for shock escapism and dark stalkers are also popular (usually trusting people turning out to be the enemy).
1950s - post-nuclear bomb. Giant monsters, or unknown blobs are the trend.
1970s/1980s - modern era begins, and serial killers are becoming known and prominent. Slasher films are the trend. The Cold War also drives the fear of invasion, so a few alien films come out in this time.
1990s - a horror movie lull, and lull in wars and disturbances.
2000s - fear of invasions and biological warfare. Zombie movies become the trend.
Here you go! It’s just a random article, but it’s a fun starting point. It outlines the ideas better than what I did above. Fears, politics etc all play a role.
Caution for: BBU Romantics, therefore implications of noncon, albeit very distant
Avon
WRU Pets are all the rage at the moment. Whitman has a doe-eyed little mouse of a thing on his arm at every party. Camberley has a bonded pair, a boy and a girl with identical bone-white, razor-straight haircuts. Senator Julie dolls hers up in statement dresses and lets her drink cocktails and swan around like a socialite herself.
Avon can’t quite see the point. Keeping an animal in one’s home is already more hassle than he’s prepared to put up with, keeping an entire human being seems like too much work entirely. WRU’s products are all charming and fuckable, of course, but the city has no shortage of charming, fuckable girls and boys ready to jump into the bed of a man like Avon. All he needs to do is visit a club or two wearing designer clothes and a nice Rolex – he owns more expensive watches, but the Rolexes are the most widely recognised – and within an hour or two he has his pick of bright young things to take home for a night of fun with no need to provide for their needs any further than breakfast the next day.
He doesn’t need a Pet. But people recommend them to him, and then they ask him why he doesn’t get one, and then they start talking behind his back about why he isn’t interested. His finances aren’t stable enough to afford one. He’s a bleeding heart liberal. He’s not virile enough to want one. He thinks he’s better than the kind of person who owns a Pet.
It’s that last one that makes the difference.
Avon couldn’t care less what the gossipmongers think about his sex life. And there are plenty of other, less inconvenient ways to splash a little cash and alleviate any concerns about the state of his finances. But if fragile, vain men like Camberley start thinking that Avon is looking down his nose at them… well, that could be a problem.
He looks at Domestics first. If he has to have a Pet around it may as well work for its keep. Perhaps he could let the housekeeper go. But it’s not Domestics that are in fashion. Cursory investigation shows that they are trained to completely different mannerisms, and they’d never pass for a Romantic. They are also much cheaper, which will not do.
When Avon expresses his concerns to the chirpy young man on the WRU helpline, the fellow manages to sound genuinely delighted to offer solutions.
“By default our Romantics ship with enough domestic training to clean up after themselves and help out around the home. They can prepare simple meals to feed themselves from the fridge and pantry, and assist with everyday tasks like laundry, washing up, dusting and vacuum cleaning.
“If you require more in depth housekeeping, please consider a Combination Pet. It sounds like a Romantic-Domestic Combination would be perfect for you. I believe we have a few in the catalogue at present, but adding Domestic training to a Romantic trainee only takes a few extra weeks. If you’d like to browse the Romantic catalogue and pick one that appeals to you, we can transfer him or her to Combination training immediately.”
“What about if I want one of your Domestics?” Avon inquires. He doesn’t, particularly. He’s simply curious. “Could you train one of them as a Romantic as well?” “Of course, sir,” the youngster answers brightly. “Did one catch your eye? I’m afraid Romantic training takes longer – up to a year depending on the Pet, although we usually estimate three to six months – but it is completely possible. Would you like me to transfer you to our Training Manager to discuss particulars?” “Not today, thank you,” Avon replies. “I’ll do some more browsing first. Thank you, and goodbye.”
ok but the TRAUMA of becoming a god. the literal dehumanization. sure, the old god of death had their name stricken from history, but the raven queen? she is what nobody was ever meant to be. she had a life, a name, a career, a friend. she was a person, with intricacies and flaws.
a thousand years from now, no one will remember her as she was. godhood is as much a prison as it is a privilege. it’s a job you can never leave. a concept you can never not embody. imagine what it does to a person, to go from being a mortal individual to a fundamental piece of the laws of reality.
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