#Charles Henri

[cyniibar]

Innocent manga, worst husband material ?

Also, feel free to flood my inbox.

The question is, who are the characters I DON'T want to be married to. From greatest to least:

1. Soubise/Gaspard/Jean Baptiste: They're all equally just as bad. And you'll be a miserable wife. They won't skip a day to remind you that you're inferior to them in terms of gender, so that makes you inferior to them OVERALL. The usual of everyday is basically, daily brainwash, make baby, verbal abuse, emotional abuse, (Soubise/Gaspard definitely physical abuse), and you'll spend constant days contemplating your tragic life, and eventually you'd be pushed to a point where you're relying on the hope that committing suicide would be able to free you out of this life no different from a cattle's. If you go to hell for it, well, what's new? It won't compare to being married to them.

2. King Louis XVI: Dry ass marriage, with a dry ass husband. Awkward, weak, odd and childish. The only good side to him is he's the king, and weehee, his riches! He may be a kind, and devoted husband who cherishes his children. But I mean really, does that actually matter in the end? He ruled awfully and immaturely and before you know it, you and him are now being transported to the scaffold. Oh and your son is also being tortured and your daughter developed PTSD. Now I know it's not totally Louis Auguste's fault, the dynasty before him weren't any better either, but still...

3. Jean Louis: Obesity is his only bad side. But surprisingly I'd marry this cheerful lovely lump. He doesn't really suppress you from doing anything, (not that he can, poor man can't even get out of his bed). He also doesn't expect nor force you to follow any of your wife obligations. Just keep him fed, and you'll have a decent marriage. Though he is a greedy little glutton, Jean Louis isn't a lecher. He's sweet, devoted, and a good father. I love that he doesn't intervene in anything, he stays out of your way and you can almost continue on with your life as if you aren't married to anyone at all.

4. Charles Henri: He's a tender, loving husband who'd worship the ground you walk on. Yes, he had mistresses in the past before marrying you. Though now his affections are reserved for you and you only. Your marriage is healthy and strong. On the other hand, you can't really do much as the mother of his children. Like Jeanne, whether you agree or disagree on how your husband disciplines your children, tradition is tradition. The least you can do for your children is to offer them comfort after the end of their torture sessions with their father. He'll harden your sons into ideal executioners. And though it makes you proud, nothing will ever erase the mother's guilt of being unable to prevent your sons from suffering another wretched fate.

5. Alain: Definitely the best of them. You'd have a saint for a husband. He is the perfect epitome of paradise. It's heaven as long as he's by your side. Alain is compassionate and pure, overly so. I hope you don't mind sharing his love. Because his heart belongs to the whole world and so sadly, you won't be his priority. I assume he's the type to be absent a lot in your marriage, because he's always travelling and doing charity work. It doesn't mean he loves you any less, he writes to you often as he can.

[moon-heart22]

Charles Henry Sanson from the manga innocent

[xbalayage]

"Why did you do that?" w/ Charles please :)

Charles-Henri Sanson in his POV and it's a little heavy, so read at your own discretion. [Potential spoilers? If you haven't read the beginning of his route?] <3 I hope you enjoy it, I had fun writing this one.

Charles/Reader

Angst

WC: 505

Blood had stained my hands permanent as a reminder, the stench malodorous and foul, engraved deep into the crevice of my memory so I could never repent. I was known as The God of Death. A fitting title for the sins I've bestowed onto these flowers of life; my existence a living enigma. A title I no longer wanted to bare across my skin had scarred itself in, the generational curse too deeply rooted to attempt any refuge. I've taken more lives than loved, the mere act of watching a slicer decapitate heads and the shine leaving their eyes left me feeling numb; having been done by my own two hands with no consequence to myself. The people cheered and claim me a hero, ignoring the fact of who I was, ridding the world of yet another undesirable ... but I couldn't help thinking, 'Is this what you deem as salvation?' ---And I'm not necessarily numb to the feeling of killing but numb to the monster I've become. My tears fall silently in the drought of my internal pain. I've grown to accept that's all I'll ever be. A rampart inferno burns deep in the hole inside me, one that festers and aches, one that burns from the inside out, clawing and tearing at my flesh in the spot between my rib cage that once laid a heart undeserving of its vessel. But along with that emptiness stirred a deep craving burrowed deep in the pits of my stomach that made me feel sick - I couldn't identify it. I longed for the feeling of being loved, the feeling of being accepted as something more than just a monster. Something more than just the Grim Reaper. "Why did you do that?" she spoke, amidst the ruins on display. ...And then, I met you. An angel had forsaken me with her tears of gold while mine ran red; who's touch against my cheeks made the choirs sing symphonies and mine left whomever in my wake tormented, devastated with cataclysm. Who's eyes adorned beautiful paintings of a warm sunset and mine whirled the ravaging waves of a storming sea at dusk. A voice so salacious, my knees fell before your presence in weakness - in a hope that this was my retribution, my chance to atone, my chance at redemption. No further words were spoken but a smile reached her rose petal lips, she leaned down to my sinful body and laid blessings upon my forehead, resting her hand above my eyelids. She'd given me the gift of a mourning dove. At the realization, a soft heavy sigh of long needed relief left my lungs seamlessly - allowing those monstrous eyes of mine, who'd witness and performed multiple acts of sacrilege, to permanently rest and never awaken. For you, I'd had given my mind, body and soul for a chance at freedom. Ah, to be loved by god by your given graces, for even just a moment. To had been given reprieve in a kiss bestowed by the Angel of Death.

taglist; @drachonia

[vincentreproches]

Télescopage temporel

[urfavoritedcwhore]

“it’s starting to smell like pumpkin spice!”

“it’s starting to smell like scary movies!”

no.

it’s starting to smell like, the snow in the mountains was melting and bunny had been dead for several weeks before we came to realize the gravity of our situation.

[cattoonxd]

Read this book recently how’s my lineup

[potatosaresweet]

''the secret history vibe is studying hard and loving the classics'' so close! the secret history vibe is a close group of pretentious idiots who secretly hate each other murdering people for the vibe and ignoring the concepts of the moon landing and hypothermia

[crawlnighter]

X-men '97 as text posts

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[notsofriendlyfriendlyreminder]

bro. bro you are romantisizing the secret history. bro you are enamored with the greek class just like richard. bro you are ignoring the bad things and creating aesthetics based on a book telling a murder of a young man. brother.

[cyniibar]

I hope school is doing well for you.

How do you think Madeleine Tronson would be in a potential Innocent prequel (the first wife of Jean-Baptiste, mother to Madeleine-Claude Gabrielle and Charles -Henri)

Thank you! Got accused of participating in illegal behaviors but other than that, it's pretty skibidi.

Not for Madeleine Tronson....

Tall, very tall and a bit on the underweight side.

Chiselled features, with a pale complexion, having somewhat a mature look yet still beautifully striking. She'd be mistaken often as a full grown adult when she was just around 14-16. And where else would Charles inherit his grey eyes and black hair? HIS MOTHER ! ! ! So she'd definitely have dark hair, if not pitch black and somewhat wavy.

Madeleine would be a lot closer to her eldest daughter than to Charles. Because Charles belonged to his father, and Anne Marthe. She had very little control or say over her son's life because he was destined to be the next pillar upholding their legacy. The only time she ever felt like a mother was when it came to her daughter. So she was heavily protective of her. She coddled her excessively even as her daughter grew older, assured her child security, protection from her father and Anne-Marthe. Leading Madeleine-Claude to develop this attachment to her mother, that separating them would result to chaos. With her mother, Madeleine-Claude is a toddler that struggled to accept growing up.

[moon-heart22]

Charles Henry Sanson

Just look at his angry face

[lanabanana79]

[beyondthefold]

HENRY CAVILL as CHARLES BRANDON The Tudors S01E02 "Simply Henry"

[gorchart]

The Secret History

“But how,” said Charles, who was close to tears, “how can you possibly justify cold-blooded murder?’ Henry lit a cigarette. “I prefer to think of it,” he had said, “as redistribution of matter.”

The way I'm obsessed with this group, ugh!!!

Digital Illustration, 2025

Gorchart

[ccuniculusmolestus]

was it casual when you shoved him off the cliff and then stood over his corpse watching the warmth and light slowly fade from his familiar blue eyes was it casual when his father said you made his son the happiest he'd ever seen his baby boy was it casual when his parents gave you the honor of being the pallbearer when you stood amongst his brothers and carried the corpse you'd made to the hollowed ground was it casual when you were so lost in your own mind standing above his grave that you smeared the dirt of his grave across your chest (you killed him. it doesn't mean you didn't love him.)

[potatosaresweet]

in my richard papen era(failing academics, in need of friends, romantising things i don't even understand)