ex slaves

TO ANYONE WHO WORRIES THEIR OC IS A MARY SUE:

please remember that fiona, ex-slave, ex-grey warden, grand enchanter, leader of the mage rebellion, the legend who said ‘fuck the divine’, lover of king maric, friend of duncan, rival of wynne, mother of the king, and the only grey warden ever to be cured of the taint exists

go wild, you’re good

Luke and Leia were both adopted by a childless couple. They were both raised with love, but Beru & Owen were “aunt” and “uncle,” while Breha & Bail were “mom” and “dad.” What accounts for the difference?

As Queen and Vice-Roy of Alderaan, the Organa’s weren’t just adopting a daughter, they were adopting an heir. Leia had to be their legal daughter in order to inherit the thrown. Everyone knew she was adopted, but being their daughter also reduced the number of questions asked about their origins and provided her with a certain amount of political cover. Outside of political considerations, the Organas had a long history of infertility and miscarriages. They wanted a baby. They wanted a baby so very badly and Leia filled that want.

By contrast, the Lars were just starting out in their marriage. They probably thought they would have children of their own someday and didn’t have the same emotional need for a son. They, especially Owen, had sentimental feelings about the name Skywalker thanks to Shmi and didn’t want it to die. Unlike the Organas, they weren’t in the public eye and had no reason to conceal Luke’s origins. As far as anyone on Tatooine knew, Luke was the son of an ex-slave who left and never came back. They had nothing to be afraid of.

When I was eight, I got baptised. I remember my mom telling me she was so proud of the choice I made. But when I turned 13, I remember telling her I didn’t want to attend church any more. She told me I was too young to make a decision like that. I realized then that I only had the illusion of choice. If it wasn’t in the confines of my parents beliefs, then it didn’t exist.

Alive - Bruce Wayne x Reader (Smut so obviously NSFW)

Summary : The Batman died months ago…Or, did he ? 

I decided to indulge some of you who keep asking for more Bruce smut so…here’s more Bruce smut. With feelings though because I HATE writing things without any emotions. I’m not into just the filthy smut with no story..and now I surely hope that I was able to write emotions/feelings properly up. NSFW so if you’re not comfortable with those things DO NOT READ ! I’ve got plenty of stories that are totally not NSFW you can check out instead (link to my masterlist down below). Hope you’ll like it :

My masterlist blog : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com

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Your eyes were betraying you. 

No. 

Your brain was betraying you.

That was it, you had tipped over the edge of madness. You were definitely and irreversibly crazy. After months of grief and pain, it finally happened.

Because he couldn’t be there. You had wished for months and months for him to be by your side, and now, your own mind was playing trick on you. Because he could. Not. Be. There. No.

And yet…Yet why weren’t you the only one reacting to his sudden appearance ?

 Your children gasped, and Alfred made a loud sound of surprise. 

And why were Diana and Clark by his side ? If it was an hallucination, why would you see them with him ? Why would you hallucinate them too ? Especially since you still hadn’t forgive them for what they did…

Your oldest is the first one to launch himself towards him, and your boy’s body make a sound as he hits his father’s. A very real sound…You’re confused. 

Ho…how ? Bruce’s arms wrap around his son and…he does seem real.

For a second, you think maybe it’s a dream. One of many you had ever since Bruce’s death. Because this is all too good to be true. 

Because this is impossible. Because…Because you saw him die.

The memory of this awful moments comes flooding to you.

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You saw him died. Or rather, you saw him being swarmed by monsters on Apokolips. It was the same thing really. There was absolutely no chance he survived that day. Even less chances he survived that long. The many months.

It was all so blurry, your own mind shielding you from the trauma of loosing the love of your life. You couldn’t remember everything in details.  

Him having to stay behind to disarm a weapon that would wipe all life in the universe. Being the only one who could do it. 

Him begging Diana and Clark to drag you to safety, because he knew you would never leave him willingly…And, trying as best they could to ignore your screams of despair, they did get you safe and sound. 

It was the least they could do. They owed him that much. After all, he was sacrificing himself for the greater good. And though it cost them a lot to leave their best friends behind…They knew they weren’t any other solutions. 

If even the Batman, even the man that had a plan for everything, from A to Z, said : “this is our only chance”…then it was the only way. 

And as the portal to Apokolips was closing, and you were safe back in the Watchtower, the last vision you had of him was his smile to you. Him mouthing “I will always love you”, before a wave of creatures buried him under them. 

Your supplication to open the portal again broke all your friends from the League’s heart. And when J’onn told you it wasn’t possible, that Bruce made sure the entire thing would fry when the mission was done (for safety, so that they wouldn’t bring any of the nightmarish beasts that lived on Apokolips back with them), you lost your cool. Your lost all control. 

Your screams of pain still haunt them at night. 

They had to give you a sedative. And against their will, called your sons to pick you up. They had to tell them…And it’s with a broken and heavy heart that they brought you back home. Took care of you as you always did for them. Because you needed them. You needed their love. Their support. And they needed you. 

One of the central pillar that was holding this family was no more. 

Their father was dead. 

The love of your life was dead. 

Bruce…Was never coming back. 

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M/M romance recs

Here’s a list of my favourites! Organised by genre, with very broad summaries. All of them have HEA, all the m/m romances are the central ones. 

Names in bold have POC protagonists, names in cursive have disabled protagonists (be it physical disability, mental illness or chronic illness). In series with multiple couples, it’s usually one or more.

Feel free to ask me about triggers for any of them!


Historical:

  • Soldier’s Scoundrel by Cat Sebastian

Disabled regency war vet aristocrat decides to hang around a self-proclaimed ex-criminal helping those who need help. Said ex-criminal tries not to be charmed, ends up catching feelings instead

  • The Lawrence Browne Affair by Cat Sebastian

Confidence artist grows a conscience and angers dangerous people, so he needs to pose as a secretary to a scientifically minded, but eccentric Lord. Really beautiful portrayal of people on autistic spectrum and anxiety.

  • The Ruin of a Rake by Cat Sebastian

Posh and straight-laced gentleman has to help a famous scoundrel aristocrat to restore his image after a raunchy novel supposedly based on his exploits gets published. Contains ridiculous amounts of adorable kittens, tasty pastries and also wonderful portrayal of chronic illnesses

  • Sins of the Cities by KJ Charles

Trilogy set in victorian London, during the horrible London Fog of 1873. Three wonderful and diverse couples (one is half-indian with dyspraxia, one is non-binary, one was born with partial arm, one is near-sighted), murder mystery, fake mediums, lost earls, intrigue! It’s so good 

  • Wanted, a Gentleman by KJ Charles

A delightful and frankly hilarious regency romp through British countryside. An unlikely couple of men need to travel to Gretna Green to save a young girl from potentially dangerous marriage. One of the protagonists is a black ex-slave merchant and the book touches upon his experiences (very respectfully!)

  • Society of Gentlemen by KJ Charles

A Society of gentlemen who like other gentlemen, centered around Lord Richard Vane and his friends and acquitances. Set during the radical uprising during the Regency, it has everything- friendships and families, sedition, intrigue, bookstores and good wine, valets being the mightiest strategists and amazing lovable radicals. This trilogy is honestly my favourite thing EVER.

  • Think of England by KJ Charles

Wounded during the Boer war, seemingly because of treason and betrayal, Archie Curtis sets off to a countryside mansion to get to the bottom of the matter. Completely unprepared for the task, he teams up with Daniel da Silva, the elegant jewish poet, who is much more capable than he seems. Absolutely delightful <333


HISTORICAL PARANORMAL

  • Whyborne and Griffin series by Jordan L. Hawk

The adventures of a shy sorcerer linguistic nerd, his detective husband, the most badass lady archeologist (the actual love of my life) and more, as they save the world from otherworldly beings bent on destroying it. Will make you cry about found families, strong and wonderful friendships and broken people finding strength in each other. Has magic, archeology, monsters, reluctant travels, lesbian warrior fishes and the best ginger cat in the world.

  • Hexworld series by Jordan L. Hawk

Turn of the century New York witch detectives and their familiars must fight to uncover a conspiracy plan to change the world. Really amazing worldbuilding, the magic system is very cool and it will make you furious about the treatment of familiars. The familiars are, generally speaking, fucking hilarious.

  • A Charm of Magpies by KJ Charles

Filthy-mouthed dominant earl falls in love with a stubborn and heroic wizard, together they create magic. A lot of people want that magic though, and it gets ugly. First KJ book I’ve ever read and I fell in love instantly. Has two more books set in the same universe with different protagonists and those are also amazing. (Rag and Bone is the one with black protagonist)

  • A Death by Silver by Melissa Scott and Amy Griswold

University-era friends need to figure out their confused emotions, while investigating a murder that brings out bad memories. Very good and soft, with even a better sequel

  • Downtime by Tamara Allen

When in London for a case, FBI agent gets sent back in time to Victorian London. While there, he finds out magic is real. Decides that since he’s there anyway, might as well investigate who Jack the Ripper was. Very sweet and soft

  • Restless Spirits by Jordan L. Hawk

A medium and a scientist bent on proving said medium to be a fraud get chosen to be in a contest to prove which side is better. They end up having to team up to save lives of people around.

  • The Secret Casebook of Simon Feximal by KJ Charles

Journalist and writer Robert Caldwell has been a close friend and lover of ghost hunter Simon Feximal for years and has been chronicling their adventures. Now, he finally writes the true story of their life together. Warning: this book will absolutely ruin you for years to come. You will be a mess whenever you think of the book and you will enjoy every second of it.

  • Green Men by KJ Charles

Set in the world of The Secret Casebook of Simon Feximal. Only few years after WW1, Britain is still recovering from the war. Having lost an entire generation of youth and most of the sorcerers the country had, those left are completely unprepared for what’s to come. Wonderful characters, the softest romance I’ve read possibly ever and beautifully melancholic. Best KJ book, in my opinion.


CONTEMPORARY

  • Shadow of the Templar by M. Chandler

FBI agent and his team are tasked with catching a famous international art thief, they end up kinda sorta accidentally adopting him instead. One of the funniest series I’ve ever read, honestly.

  • Cut&Run by Abigail Roux and Madeleine Urban

The incredible adventures on an unlikely pair of FBI agents go from enemies to lovers. Includes serial killers, undercover luxury yacht trips, tiger trafficking, drugs, marine buddies and one of the genuinely best character developments I’ve read. Warning, the first book is a bit shit. The rest is absolutely incredible though.

  • The General and the Horse-lord by Sarah Black

Retired ex-military lovers need to figure out what to do with their relationship, now that they’re civillians. A soft look at older gay people still figuring out their sexuality.

  • The Foxhole Court by Nora Sakavic

Neil Josten is on the run from his mafia murderous father and gets signed up for a professional college sports team, while people are still after him. It’s a really powerful emotional journey, but contains a large amount of a very triggering content, so be safe please.

CONTEMPORARY PARANORMAL

  • THIRDS series by Charlie Cochet

FBI like team consisting of shifters and their partners must investigate conspiracy and threats against the new shifter population. Ridiculously hilarious at times, absolutely heartbreaking at other.

  • Deep Magic by Gillian St. Kevern

A story steeped in welsh folklore, with beautiful mermaid princes and knights who will save them. Shows the power stories have to change our lives. Plus it’s free so what are you waiting for?

  • Psycop series by Jordan Castillo Price

A medium detective and his partner investigate a series of supernatural crimes. People are horrible, corporations are horrible, ghosts are horrible and lbr, everything is kinda horrible, but it gets better.

  • Wriggle and Sparkle by Megan Derr

The adventures of Lynn the Kraken shifter and Anderson the unicorn shifters, their detective careers, and their life together. Honestly adorable. And when I say adorable, I mean sparkles-on-rainbow-filled-cupcake kind of adorable. Also, Lynn’s gender-presentation is fluid and it’s absolutely wonderful.


FANTASY

  • Captive Prince by C.S. Pacat

Prince gets betrayed and sent as a slave to his sworn enemy, they end up working together to save their countries and fall in love. The best enemies to lovers example. Has amazing and complex politics, unreliable narrator and great worldbuilding. You’ve probably already heard of this book, but if you’re worried about triggers, please ask someone who actually read it, because there’s a lot of misinformation flying around.

  • Nightrunner series by Lynn Flewelling

The fantasy series of your dreams. There is ancient evil being revived, war is coming, everyone is bisexual and the kingdom is ruled by an ancient line of warrior queens. Everyone is wonderful and charming, characters are complex and the story will make you laugh and cry.

  • The God Eaters by Jesse Hajicek

Western-style world, where gods are reborn as humans, and one of them tried to control the whole world. It doesn’t go exactly as he planned.

  • Lord of the White Hell by Ginn Hale

Teenage genius inventor gets accepted to a prestigious boarding school in enemy territory. His room-mate might be demon-possesed and there’s some evil magic lurking around.

  • Champion of the Scarlet Wolf by Ginn Hale

Somewhat sequel to Lord of the White Hell. Disgraced noble travels to a faraway country, where he saves an injured dog. Turns out the dog isn’t just a dog, magic is everywhere around them and there’s a witch war coming.

  • Fairytales Slashed vol. 1 by Megan Derr

A collection of gay fairy tales. All kinds of stories with all kinds of characters (my favourite one is the one with the jester <333)

  • Dance with the Devil by Megan Derr

Adventures of half-ghost detective, his demon husband, imp partner, witch colleague and a vampire. Really cute and intriguing, with mysteries and conspiracies.

  • Dance in the Dark by Megan Derr

Set in the same universe as Dance with the Devil (there’s an entire series). Human son of a dracula becomes a detective, moves out to the city to help others, and gains a lover who only visits him in the dark.

  • The Rapier Brothers by Megan Derr

A collection of short stories centered around swordsmen. Three different couples, three really cute stories. Love it.

I don’t know where this idea that Fenris doesn’t display affection comes from??? Like maybe he doesn’t do it in public or say anything traditionally romantic but “I am yours” and even just “I enjoy following you” are so damn good

Especially if you remember he’s an ex-slave who didn’t have any choices of his own and yet here he is, choosing Hawke and saying that he does it willingly and happily

Anyways I stand by my post saying thr the Fenris romance may be the most satisfying romance of all time

Forgiven

Pairing: Ivar x Reader
Summary: Reader belongs to Ivar but at night he belongs to her.
Warnings: HOLY SHIT SO NSFW, swearing, submission, praise!kink, explicit
Length: super long!!
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I walked up to the flowering altar, with my hands on my hips, admiring it at first and just the sight of it brought back memories. Ivar and I had been married no more than a few months now, wedded in the same exact spot in the woods.

I smiled, reaching out to touch it and started remembering how handsome he looked, his hair slicked back and resting nicely. His skin aglow from the setting sun, his tunic a strong blue to match his beautiful eyes. Bjorn had helped him find the right angle for his stool while Floki held him up on his back, waiting patiently.

The way my love looked sitting there on his stool when the drums had started, I recalled it clearly, the way he turned his whole body to see me, the sun hitting his face perfectly. How tightly he was holding and then wringing his hands, fidgeting nervously. The stunned smile when he finally saw me for the first time that day, holding an array of foliage in my hands as I made my way towards him.

My smile grew even more when I turned around and saw Ivar was sitting on a well made chair then, brought out special for him so he could watch his older brother be married up close. I walked up to him and smoothed down his hair, tucking it behind one of his ears. He lightly slapped my hand away with a smirk and raked his fingers through it, as if I had messed it up.

I raised an eyebrow, giving him a warning look and instead was about to talk to one of the other Shield-maidens joining the foray, when he caught my wrist and pulled me to sit side-ways in his lap. He cupped my face and kissed me as softly as only Ivar could imagine.

“I would behave myself if I were you, Ivar. You are playing a dangerous game.” I said lowly, nipping at his ear lobe. We were still newlyweds, nothing or no one bothered us. They all knew how in love we were with each other, getting caught fooling around wasn’t that abnormal in the slightest.

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in da2 there’s a banter between varric and fenris where they talk about the money fenris owes and whether he’ll come by the tavern for wicked grace later, and he says ‘never miss it’ and i got reAL fuckin weepy out of nowhere. it’s such a normal sitcom conversation and you wouldn’t normally think anything of it in a game full of Serious Character Development but it’s fenris getting to choose who and what he spends his time on and he sounds so settled and happy, he has friends and he has his own place (sortof) and he has hawke, he made a life where he gets to choose every single aspect of it, and he chooses to have a nice night out at a bar with friends. he has a reputation for being a grumpy loner but i think he was a loner by necessity, not innate character.

his character arc in this game fkcing kills my ass. he started out a fugitive ex-slave on the run, who had suffered abuses and a desperate pursuit for years, alone, ends with his freedom, surrounded by a circle of friends who love him, some time to have a little normal in his life, a little peace. or as much as anyone in hawke’s inner circle can have.

This morning I was self-soothing down from a panic attack and I used all of my tools (positive self-talk, swaying, balancing, conscious breaths, putting my legs up the wall, environment awareness). I’m my own best expert when it comes to my body and panic attacks, and as I gain experience I feel more and more mental control over my state when I have my symptoms, even if my body continues to have its episode.

It got me thinking about Solas and how he calms the Inquisitor and Cole, saying all the right things when they panic. He recites a practically perfect script for soothing symptoms. How does he know what to say? Is he just a kind man, an empathetic person who has a sense for the right words? Or it might be that he came to know many ex-slaves who experienced panic attacks, and sought knowledge of how to best respond. 

Then it made me sad to remember that Solas’s expertise might have been earned through personal experience.

Fen’Harel is said to have spent centuries in a far corner of the earth after his great deception, hugging himself and giggling madly in glee. 

:(

It’s only a legend. But I’m thinking about Solas after he’s trapped the gods away and he’s still mourning Mythal’s death. A wandering dreamer comes across him in the Fade. Solas is hugging himself, rocking back and forth, making gasping, choked noises.

The Dread Wolf is laughing over his victory, spreads the legend.

Solas feels like his lungs are collapsing. His eyes hurt so much, he doesn’t know how long it’s been since he was able to move his arms from their rigid grip but his hands are aching and stiff. He stopped thinking a long time ago, but his thoughts before his mind blacked out were all vicious and scared, and those sensations of self-loathing linger; he wonders if this is the end, and wonders if that is for the best. But it never is. And he hates how he has time to recover between the waves. He thinks in these moments when his mind is clear: are you trying to prove something with this pathetic display? Then the next wave hits, and he can’t control the way his legs kick out or how his heart feels like exploding.

I feel like he slowly realizes that these episodes are a product of an instinctive defense of his body and mind. One which hurts more than helps, and one which can be approached, observed, and soothed. The immortal scholar labors over centuries to do just that. He becomes his own best expert. And then when he wakes, and when his friends can’t breathe, he does his best to help them manage, and help them heal.

no but hear me out

the thing I love about hawke is that s/he has literally zero contextually respectable romance options. 

like, okay: as the warden, you’ve got a choice between an apostate mage (scandalous), an elven former assassin (sorta scandalous), a former chantry sister (borderline) and a grey warden slash royal bastard (respectable), and as the inquisitor, you’ve got a slew of options that run the gamut from utterly scandalous (qunari mercenary, tevinter altus) to completely respectable (antivan ambassador, ex-templar commander). and I mean, of course there’s always going to be differences of opinion, but generally speaking, in terms of the friends and authority figures you encounter in both games, you’ve always got an option that won’t really rock the boat, or which you can imagine the rest of the world kinda being surprised by, but then shrugging about, because it doesn’t really have much impact on what’s happening to them.

and then there’s hawke, who - in a city on the bloody brink of war between mages and templars, where literally everything related to magic is political as hell, and where the biggest external threats are qunari, tevinter slavers and pirates - is romantically interested in:

- an apostate mage possessed by a spirit who’s actively inciting rebellion against the government;

- an elven blood-mage whose forbidden experiments pissed off even her own, more magically tolerant people; 

- a qunari-sympathising elven ex-slave from tevinter squatting illegally in a decaying mansion who vocally hates pretty much everything to do with magic, even though he’s got lyrium carved into his actual skin; and/or

- a pirate who’s single-handedly responsible for infesting the city with the same qunari who end up setting the joint on fire and killing the goddamn viscount.

and I just. as grateful as the citizens of kirkwall are to their champion, you can honestly imagine that, whenever the topic of his/her lover comes up, there’s this collective groan of hawke, what the actual fuck? like REALLY? you have basically the ENTIRE ELIGIBLE POPULATION (and a significant portion of the ineligible population) ready and willing to go, and THAT’S who you’re boning?

basically hawke’s lovelife is the reason why varric drinks.

Okay a note to Black American women after they go natural. You are all queens no matter what—you do not have to go trace your African Roots to be considered an “African Queen”. you are a black queen, you’ve been a black queen and you will always be a black queen.

I say this because sometimes, you won’t be able to trace/find your roots. sometimes when you try to trace your roots, you’ll be met with hostility from the culture/heritage you’re trying to connect with. you’ll be called and told awful things (ex: “cotton picker”, “slave”, “you aren’t african–you’re just pretending”), that will make you question your worth as a black person and make you ashamed of trying to find your roots and of being something or someone you can’t control. for black women who are trying to “reconnect” this can be hurtful because we’re faced with a loss or lack of identity. But that’s not true, you are worth so much. So for any black american woman who has gone through that, i just want you to know that you are STILL a queen. You have always BEEN a queen. Just because you can’t find your roots, or you are denied your roots, you ARE a BLACK QUEEN. And nothing can take that away from you. 

Reasons The Clone Wars movie is amazing Part One:

- KitPlo interaction in the opening roll ( @sithshenanigans )
-tiny baby Ahsoka
-Obi-Wan’s soft, “I’m talking to a padawan” voice
-“youngling” “Little One”
-Rex’s laugh
-Ashoka’s sass
-Rex’s “For fucks sakes General look”
-Lots of Obi-Wan Rex interaction
-that one randomly extremely Scottish Separatist general
-OBI-WAN HAVING TEA IN THE MIDDLE OF THE BATTLE FEILD YOU NERD
-OBI-WAN WINKING WHAT THE HECK MAN
-Just, Obi-Wan Kenobi
-Yoda is like Gandalf, Obi-Wan. He arrives precisely when he means too.
-SKYGUY AND SNIPS
-REX AND AHSOKA STARTING A FRIENDSHIP
-Oh yes, let’s just send the ex-Hutt slave to help Jabba the Hutt. That'ssss smart.

The Loyalist and African American Escape from Yorktown

On the 19th of October 1781, Washington won his most famous victory following the capitulation of the Crown Forces garrisoning Yorktown, Virginia. For Earl Charles Cornwallis and his fellow officers, defeat meant bitter embarrassment and shame. For their British and Hessian soldiers it meant the same, coupled with the potential of spending the rest of the war in the miserable conditions of an American prison camp. For the Loyalists and African Americans, however, the defeat spelled the potential for death or enslavement. 

Cornwallis was well aware of this, and sought immunity for Loyalists as part of the tenth article of capitulation. Washington refused this article, leaving Cornwallis with no choice other than to abandon formal attempts to negotiate his allies to safety. The British, however, did not give up on more clandestine means of escape. Washington permitted that a single British sloop, the Bonetta, be allowed to sail to British-held New York without being searched, for the purpose of carrying dispatches. Numerous African Americans and Loyalists were smuggled onboard. The ruse was almost discovered where a Patriot commander, General Nelson, demanded he be allowed to inspect the sloop for blacks and “enemies of the state.” Nelson’s French allies, however, insisted that he adhere to the articles of capitulation, and let the sloop go. It reached New York safely, though “guards were placed along the shore to prevent runaways from escaping to the ship, although it was feared many were already hidden onboard.” The Governor of Virginia also wrote angrily to Cornwallis, claiming ‘negroes are attempting to escape by getting onboard the Bonetta… [where] they will endeavour to lie concealed from your lordship until the vessel sails.’ It is not known if Cornwallis ever replied. Washington himself was only able to recover two of the slaves who had fled his plantation. 

The British also hit upon another ingenious means of smuggling ex-slaves to freedom. Under the articles, officer’s servants were not to be separated from their masters, and were allowed to travel with them on parole, and subsequent freedom. An eyewitness recorded that the ships bearing the British officers were “packed together, with two servants to each officer.” Another commented on fifty men and women “whose faces were hidden” - Americans who had deserted the Revolutionary cause, and knew they faced the potential of execution if caught. 

Cornwallis was known to have 4000 or 5000 black recruits at Yorktown and Portsmouth. Smallpox killed about sixty percent of those that caught the disease, but in this case some were inoculated against it, so perhaps half the runaways were spared, though wounds and typhus also took a huge toll. Maybe 2000 survived. It is impossible to establish what happened to them. A proportion of the survivors, perhaps half, must have been forced back into slavery.

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One of his ex-slaves, Isaac, emphasized his erect posture. “Mr Jefferson was a tall, straight-bodied man as ever you see,” he recalled. “Nary a man in this town walked so straight.” Bacon agreed that Jefferson was “straight as a gun barrell.” But others, mostly enemies, described him as loosely jointed and seemingly collapsible, all wrists, elbows, and ankles. The discrepancy might have been a function of different postures. On his feet he was square-shouldered and formal. He bowed to everyone he met and tended to stand with his arms folded across his chest, defining his own private space and warding off intruders. When seated, however, he seemed to melt into the upholstery with a kind of contorted grace, one hip high, the other low, shoulders slouched and uneven, his torso folded in several places, part jackknife and part accordion.

American Sphinx: The Character of Thomas Jefferson, Joseph J. Ellis