#Frederick Kent

[iowacitypast]

Mecca Day parade float on Clinton Street, The University of Iowa, 1914

Creator: Kent, Frederick Wallace 

Mecca Day was put on by the College of Engineering. The name Mecca derives from the first letters of the names of the engineering departments: mechanical, electrical, civil, chemical, and architectural. Mecca Day events included a parade highlighting progress in engineering; in the evening was a play put on by engineering students.

https://digital.lib.uiowa.edu/islandora/object/ui%3Aictcs_4282

[jetslay]

Superman & Lois by Frederick Nielsen.

[charlotte-of-wales]

Sophie Winkleman, Lord Frederick Windsor , Maud Windsor and Isabella Windsor attend the 'Together At Christmas' Carol Service at Westminster Abbey | December 06, 2024

[apinchofm]

THE CHILDREN OF KING GEORGE III & QUEEN CHARLOTTE OF THE UNITED KINGDOM

The royal couple welcomed a total of fifteen children together, but sadly not all of them survived into adulthood. Two, Prince Octavius and Prince Alfred, passed away in infancy, at the ages of 2 and 4, respectively, from smallpox. Later on, Princess Amelia also sadly died young, albeit it at the age of 27, after succumbing to tuberculosis. As for when their brood started to arrive, it seems George and Charlotte wasted no time in getting to know one another and less than a year into their marriage, on 12 August 1762

[thingsasbarcodes]

Young Justice 3x26 - Nevermore

[alicebecketts]

Princess Alexandra of kent wearing Empress Frederick’s Pearl Brooch on her hat

[pretty-little-fools]

[potionboy3]

founders era appreciation week | day two: favourite oc that isn't mine

i tried to include many creators because the founders corner is already quite small. so here's some of my favourites! eadric spinebreaker @fischerfrey obviously he's here. he's the reason i created vela. lachlann doherty @hphmmatthewluther he was created and he brought attention to the whole era. such a good character and i love the trio friendship he's part of. wulfwynn ironheart @cursebreakerfarrier we're in the makes of creating something together that involves her and i'm excited for it. elfreda @cursedvaultss i remember reading her profile and her premise sounds amazing. i also adore her son, but went with her for this because she deserves some attention. frederick of kent @that-scouse-wizard we haven't interacted that much but he is a very well developed character and he has taken his spot around this era. osmund of worcester @catohphm his story sounds very different from the other stories around this era so he stood out to me a lot. very interesting and i wish to see more of him. elyris goldcrest @fischerfrey he's the reason why we have goldcrests, what's more to say?? i love him sooo much. brunhilda of cologne @endlessly-cursed part of the amazing trio and obviously i stan a slytherin stan. mathilde of coventry @camillejeaneshphm also part of the trio and the type of a character that i usually like. she's powerful and beautiful.

[royal-confessions]

“Lady Louise really does look like one of the kents, particularly Prince Micheal and his children. Very interesting how genetics work.” - Submitted by Anonymous

[old-etonian]

Which other royals went to Eton?

Prince William, Prince Harry, Prince Richard (Duke of Gloucester), Prince Edward (Duke of Kent), Prince Michael of Kent, George Windsor (Earl of St Andrews), Prince William of Gloucester, James Ogilvy, Alexander Windsor (Earl of Ulster), Lord Frederick Windsor, Edward Windsor (Lord Downpatrick), Samuel Chatto, Arthur Chatto, Charles Armstrong-Jones.

[iowacitypast]

Old Capitol seen from Iowa Avenue, The University of Iowa, 1937

Creator: Kent, Frederick Wallace

[thepastisalreadywritten]

Traditional pre-Christmas lunch at Buckingham Palace

•

•

•

•

•

•

•

19 December 2024

[chronivore]

Women fencing in the University of Iowa. Photographed the 22nd November 1890. University Reporter in the Frederick Kent Collection of Photographs, University of lowa Archives.

[lavenderrosiefan]

George: What is this!?

Edward: That’s the weight of guilt. Give in to the nice side. Help those unfortunate, and make the guilt go away, my friend.

George: Ow! Make it stop!

Edward: Surrender to your kindness, George. It’s nice to be nice.

George: Your guilt is strong, my friend. But it is no match for the power of my selfishness!

[lasudio]

VeronaHills, Round Eight: Gossamer

"Slow morning, Kent?" Regan eyed his pyjamas and made a dry remark, as his siblings were wont to do.

Being away with the faeries (in a literal sense) had been a major adjustment, but Kent wanted to prove he was doing well, especially to Regan. Her roof over his head all those years hadn't been forgotten (Cornwall certainly wouldn't let him forget, anyway). So, to begin the duties of a good host, he threw a shirt on and invited Regan to make herself comfortable.

"I'd like to try your grilled cheese," Oberon said, slipping his hand onto Kent's shoulder.

Sheer glee propelled Kent through the brunch making process. Copious amounts of fresh bread, butter and cheese came together with a finesse he hadn't felt before. Sure, he would have put the effort in to cater for just his sister - but for his faerie boyfriend? The heat on the stove might as well have been lit under his arse.

Diners human and faerie alike were impressed with the dairy delight. Kent hoped he sent Regan off with a full belly and an impressed mindset, and if he did, he hoped she'd share it with Cornwall.

Oberon and Titania were still an item, yes yes - but could Titania make a sandwich impressive enough to pique a faerie's appetite? Or any sandwich at all, for that matter? Oh no.

No, Kent didn't think so.

[hphmmatthewluther]

Bringing Good Tidings, Part 4: Epiphany

Here it is! Sorry for it being so late! This is the final part of a 4-part collab by myself and @endlessly-cursed, featuring characters by her as well as characters from @camillejeaneshphm and @that-scouse-wizard !!

Bringing Good Tidings, Part 4: Epiphany

As Lachlann watched the Krampus snarl at the many guests, he moved in front of his children on instinct, as did Mathilde. The creature had dark grey fur and moved like a goat on its hind legs, though instead of hooves on the front trotters there was a pair of clawed hands. It had two long horns on its head that curled in different ways before tailing off, and on its back was a large red bag. Lachlann could guess what it planned on putting in there. It cackled at the frightened nobles who fled from it until they were shivering in the far end of the hall. That only left Lachlann’s family, Henriette’s family, Bruna and Betwixt as the last ones not cowering in fear.

“As always…” Mathilde muttered under her breath, holding out her free hand for the other three children to cling onto, Felix remaining in her other one.

Henriette, figuring that they would know at least something that could help, turned to Betwixt, and was surprised to see an expression of abject fear on their face. They saw her looking at them, and tried desperately to calm themselves. They failed. “...I-I apologise…I thought that I would never have to deal with it again…”

The Krampus snapped its neck to look at the group. “Ahh, if it isn’t the ickle Sovereign, no mummy or daddy to keep you from me now…and who do I have to thank for that?”

Lachlann’s grip on his wand tightened as Krampus creaked its neck over to scrutinise him. For the briefest of moments, it was as if the last decade or so had never happened, and he was a scared peasant boy with no idea what magical monstrosity stood before him. “...Anything they could do, Betwixt can do. And more, as a matter of fact.”

The Krampus’ eyes, goatlike with long black slits for irises, stared unblinking. “And what about you? You, who found himself at just the right place at the right time to inherit an abandoned kingdom’s worth of silver and magic? You are a very lucky peasant…but I think your luck may have run out.”

Lachlann considered looking away from the hungry gaze of the beast, but despite his fear a part of his mind considered the possibility of it striking at his children if he did so. But he couldn’t keep staring, couldn’t keep looking at his warped reflection within the goat-man’s eyes.

But then he heard voices to his left and right. “What on earth are you talking about?” he heard Mathilde say, trying not to let his breath hitch when he heard her take a step forward to stand by his side. “I was there, and I can tell you he did a fair bit more than that. He and Henriette saved countless people from meaningless wars and conflicts. The kingdom was just a bonus, really.”

“Indeed.” said Bruna, who he was even more surprised to hear walk forward, “And if his luck’s run out, he’s always got his foolish noble friends to save him, which we’ve often had to do anyway.”

Lachlann nodded silently, his face now level with the Krampus, this strange Fae-like barrier even stronger with the three of them standing together. Betwixt, breathing rapidly, turned to Henriette. “We might be able to get out of this…if we make the Krampus look away, it will have lost, and we can go on the attack.”

Understanding, Henriette directed her attention to the staredown, the Krampus trying and failing to insult Lachlann, with even his children joining in on the conflict. She stifled a smile as they yelled several irish insults that Lachlann must have taught them, even Fèlix was getting in on the act, blowing raspberries at the creature. Henriette marvelled at the Doherty family for a moment before clearing her throat just as the Krampus was beginning to get even more annoyed than it had been previously.

“Cease this!” He raved, his goat-eyes still unblinking in spite of his rage. “I will not be bested by a mortal family…especially not a cursed mortal family!”

Henriette cleared her throat. “You seem quite keen to criticise us, sir, but I’d say you’re ripe for criticism too. I assume you’re here on the invitation of a certain changeling advisor?”

The Krampus tapped on the floor with its hooves a few times. “Please do not distract me, I’m trying to kidnap these children. I’ll get to yours in a minute…maybe they’ll be able to continue their playdate on the way back to the Faewyld.”

“That’s rather what I was getting at. Why do you kidnap children? And why specifically at christmas? I don’t remember a Krampus going to Bethlehem after all.”

The goat stuttered for a moment, before bleating in disgust, still not looking away. “Bah! Typical! No consideration for how your funny little church took over one of the pagan festivals! All this revelry, and dancing, and flirtatiousness? It did not come from your God or his ministers. It came from us! And now we’re taking what you owe: the children you cannot raise right!”

Though it did not turn, Henriette still felt as if a pair of unblinking eyes were now on her too, just as they were on Lachlann. “It’s funny, there are so many more peasants than you noble types, and yet I end up taking far more of these children. I hear them, you know, bickering and gossiping like their parents, with the same disdain for everyone around them that you all have! So in a way, this is something of a gift for them. They get away from you, and have a chance to live free from your sins!”

Henriette thought for a moment that its eye had darted over to her, but it clearly wasn’t enough to break the spell. She felt like looking away, but she didn’t need to. She knew the faces that were standing behind her, just as Lachlann knew the faces behind him. Maybe she was afraid of what they might end up like. But with that fear came excitement at seeing them grow. No matter what might come, what mistakes they made or what tragedies befell them, she would be there for them, and she would make sure their lives were theirs to lead. She took a breath, looked the Krampus up and down, and said “Forgive me for not taking parenting advice from a creature that looks like a gargoyle done on a budget.”

The Krampus snapped its neck to stare at Henriette, the crack echoing through the hall as it realised that the sound was about more than its bones. Fred placed his hand on her shoulder, looking at her and smiling, before turning to the now nervous beast. “Thank you for silencing this prattling beast’s tongue, darling. If he dares to loosen that tongue against our family again, may I relieve him of it?” he asked, brandishing his large sword.

The Krampus scraped across the floor with its hooves nervously. “T-This wasn’t my idea, understand…i-it was that other fellow, the advisor…they said Oberon himself wanted me to do this…I’m beginning to think they might have been lying.”

“Mm, funny that.” Betwixt chuckled, stepping forward too. “Because now you’re going to listen to the Monarch of the Silver Kingdom. Leave, for these children are protected.”

The Krampus bowed its dark head in defeat. “Very well. I see now that you will not let your children go lightly. Not you with your three,” it bowed to Bruna, “not your…however many there are, it’s hard to count-” at which Henriette had to hold Fred back, “and not your five.” Before anyone could say anything else, there was a puff of black smoke, and the Krampus was gone. In its place were two small white goats, one with a label reading “to Lord Lachlann (Doherty) of Wexford” and the other “to Lady Henriette of Wessex”.

At once, the children all ran forward to pet the goats, giggling amongst themselves as the other nobles moved away from the wall and towards the others. Everyone else seemed to be breathing a sigh of relief, but Henriette and Lachlann then shot a look at each other. “Wait a moment,,” Lachlann said, looking at the goats. “Did it say…five?”

Mathilde chuckled, Henriette realising it before Lachlann when she saw Mathilde’s hand on her stomach. She had thought her dress was less tight than Mathilde usually had it, and what was more, Henriette had suspected the same thing was the case for her too, and felt her own hand move over her stomach. The Lady of Coventry chuckled at her husband. “Don’t look like I’ve poisoned you or something. I found out a few days ago, should be due around the Harvest season.”

Sam looked up amongst the gasps and cooing. “What does that mean?”

Caitílin looked as if she was about to mock him, but stopped. “It means that Mum’s having another baby!”

“Does this mean that there’s going to be another feast?” Simone asked, still smiling.

Felix started fidgeting out of his mother’s hands, clearly already getting jealous of the attention the baby a few inches below him was getting. Lachlann scooped him up and kissed Mathilde’s cheek, a warm and wonderful smile on his face. “Oh Tillie, that’s wonderful news, I’m so…I can’t put into words how happy I am.”

“You’ve said that every time.” she replied, smirking as she kissed him back, “But thank you, dear. And yes, Simone, though a small one.” She looked up at Bruna, hoping to see a look that confirmed she would be there, but the smile on her perfectly poised face carried a sadness with it.

“I wish I could, but I am expected to leave here tomorrow.” Bruna sighed, cupping Mathilde’s cheek in plain view of everyone else. “But I shall keep you and your lovely children in my thoughts. You too, Lord Doherty.” she said.

Lachlann blinked once or twice, looking out the doors the Krampus had come through, still ajar, at the starry sky outside. It was Henriette, though, who then spoke, her hand intertwined with Fred’s, Betwixt looking at the two goats with the many children. “Then perhaps we ought to spend this night together, in celebration.” she said, looking between the three knowing that they meant far more to each other than most marriages could articulate.

The two women looked at Lachlann, and at the toddler he was holding, and nodded in unison. “I’d love nothing more, my dears.” Bruna said, the sadness still present in her smile, but now with something more hopeful behind it too.