#Frederick Kent

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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

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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

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Young Justice 3x26 - Nevermore

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Female Members of the British Royal Family as they attend the ‘Together at Christmas’ Carol Service at Westminster Abbey | December 15, 2022      

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𝘿𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙛𝙪 𝙤𝙛 𝘽𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙡

"𝙄 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝘼𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙙𝙖, 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡, 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙇𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚 ��𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡."

BASICS

Name: Denegifu McAlpin, neé of Bristol

Birthday: 30th of August, 987

Zodiac sign: Leo

Weight: 85kg

Height: 1.62m

Religion: Catholic

Eye colour: Blue

Hair colour: Golden blonde

Faceclaim: Melanie Thierry

FAMILY 

Mother: Henriette of Wessex

The first known Lady of the house in her own right, she was a doting mother who ensured her daughters weren't made less by her elder brother, and as the eldest, she was the one to set an example to her sisters. Denegifu loved her mother dearly

Father: Frederick of Kent, né Geirmund Eriksson ( @that-scouse-wizard )

A fearsome yet loving man, as his first daughter, they had a special bond, and was sad to let go of his daughter when she married into the Scottish McAlpins

Other relatives: Odalric the Red, eldest brother

As the eldest and only son, he was destined for the castle. Odalric and Denegifu were perhaps the closest pair, often sharing the pain of being the eldest

Sisters: Juliana of York

Denegifu never once understood why Juliana was so jealous and resentful of her. At every turn, she tried to outdo her and be the best of them all, from childhood to her end. She didn't live to see it, but Juliana would end up regretting it

Akelda the Tragic

The sweetest and most amiable of her sisters, she was considered a pure, miraculous girl. She was the glue among the sisters and the one that kept things from falling apart. However, when she was always a sickly girl, and despite having recovered from the illness, was poisoned by her father's enemies, changing the course of the family forever

Cuthfelda of Ireland

Denegifu and Cuthfelda weren't close, but Dene loved her sister dearly and helped her mother raise her. The last she heard from her, she had gone to Ireland to find her own path. She wouldn't live to see her found her own bloodline, the Willows

Hilda the Smith

The rebel of her sisters, she didn't wish the luxury, and instead spent her days in the forgery. While Dene didn't understand why, it brought joy to Hilda, and supported her whenever she could

Agatha of Kent

The youngest of the family, she wanted to follow into the family's footsteps and inserted herself into courtly intrigues and, despite having been a child when Denegifu was shipped to marry, she wrote to her often and made sure she was cared for.

Friends: OPEN!

Significant Other: Bruce McAlpin

A member of the Scottish royal family at the time, when Lady Henriette visited the family, Bruce fell for Denegifu's beauty, who was only twelve. He begged his father to wed her to him, and, after much negotiating with Lord Frederick, they agreed on a sizeable dowry and powerful allyship in exchange of Denegifu's hand in marriage. She bled a year later, and was shipped to Bruce's home, where he wed her when she turned sixteen. They had a happy a loving marriage, and soon expected their only child.

However, the labor turned long and sour, and Denegifu delivered a baby girl three days later, and died of puerperal fever a day later. The girl was named per Denegifu's wishes: Enyra. When the conflicts the royal family turned bloody, Lord Frederick retrieved his granddaughter and took her to safety into his castle, where, devastated by grief, gave her to his son Odalric to raise as his own. Bruce only saw her once before he succumbed to the carnage of the McAlpins.

PERSONALITY

Overall personality: Sweet, generous and pious, Denegifu is a tranquil woman who has no love for court intrigues and prefers to stay home and take care of her loved ones. She hates conflict and wishes to be left alone.

Positive traits: Generous, pious, rational, sensitive

Negative traits: Shy, passive, sensible

Guilty pleasure: Bathing naked in the lake

HOMETOWN

Denegifu grew up in the province of Wessex, which would be known later as Leeds. The castle was big enough for her family, and grew up with a lake at her reach and full staff at her service.

BACKSTORY 

Denegifu was born during a family holiday in Bristol as the second child of Lord Frederick of Kent and Lady Henriette of Wessex, and the first of six daughters. She grew up in a relatively happy childhood, and despite the one-sided rivalry between her and Juliana, she never asked for nothing and was destined to a great match, and she made one in Bruce McAlpin. However, the match didn't last long, for Denegifu perished in childbirth after a complicated and long labour.

MISC

Denegifu is adept in the lyre, knows how to sing, dance and recite poetry in Latin and Greek

She was a fervent Catholic

Out of her sisters, she was the most beautiful, and all the knights fought for her favour from an early age

She dreamt of having a large family

She had planned to go to Hogwarts, but was instead married. She wished for her children to have an education despite being married

She would've been a Hufflepuff, and always dreamt of being an apprentice of Helga like her mother

She was also taught Danish by her father

She was devastated by Akelda's death, and such an early demise sadly affected her already complicated pregnancy, setting her demise as well

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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!

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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.

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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.

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

Creator: Kent, Frederick Wallace

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Estudiantes de arte trabajando bajo el 'Mural' en el estudio de pintura de la Universidad de Iowa, a principio de los años 50. Frederick W. Kent

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What "Quen Charlotte - a bridgerton Story" omitted

1 ) Charlotte and George had 15 children but... they were a disaster

2) she and George never fully understand that their childre... could grow up and being men and women, for them they were only "my lovely children"

3) Charlotte forced her daughters to be eternal maiden never understand their wories or their desiders

4) This had an explanation: if she could accept their girls were grown up... she shlud be start to planning their marriage so... marrieges = girls gone to Europe = she alone

5) Charlotte hated being left alone, especially after her husband's sickness so she started to victimblaming their daughters with "I cannot do it all by myself, you must stay with me", "when your father will heal we will talk about it ", "I and your father are happy with you, why are you not happy with us?"

6) she emotionally trapped all the girls and every time one of them succed to get an husband she was very furious, how dare she ran away from her and from England, and from their lovely papa?

7) Charlotte Princess Royal, nickname Royal, literally ran away from her mother when she married at 31 years old, and so their sisters.

8) Princess Sophie was "burned" when she was pregnant and she had a baby from... who knows? She was forced to stay with her mother and never be considered for a weddding

8a ) the father was Thomas Garth, king' equerry who was 30 years older than her, she was abused/they had an affair, they married in secret... it's not know

8b) she was raped by her own brother the duke of Cumberland. Or she was convinced by him to start a sexual relationship 'cuase she was very naive ( blame for this her mother ), a queen's dame wrote in her diary that she saw the pair huggin and kissing in "a very strange e disgusting way"

9) The boy btw... worst.

10) George IV a pompous fatty who was too coward to end all his relationship face to face

11) Frederick duke of York was a drunker

12) Edward duke of Kent was a sadist, his men hated and feared him

13) Ernest of Cumberland... an incestous murder. He killed his valet, Sellis, and it was rumored that she had an affair with Sellis' wife, with Sellis himself or a manage à trois

14) I omitted Sailor Billy, later William IV, Augustus of Sussex and Adolph of Cambridge 'cause they were lovely fellows, the only ones

15) so if Charlotte should blaiming someone for his daughters status... she can balme only herself

Charlotte was an amazing wife, a lovely queen but a terrible mother, this's a fact

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Sons of Queen Charlotte and George III:

George IV (1763-1830).Coronation portrait by Thomas Lawrence, 1821

Prince Frederick, Duke of York and Albany (1763-1827)

William IV (1765-1837).Portrait by James Lonsdale, 1830.

Prince Edward, Duke of Kent and Strathearn (1767-1820). Portrait by Sir William Beechey, 1818

Ernest Augustus, King of Hanover (1771-1851). Portrait by Edmund Koken, after 1842

Prince Augustus Frederick, Duke of Sussex (1773-1843).Portrait by Guy Head, 1798

Prince Adolphus, Duke of Cambridge (1774-1850).Portrait by William Beechey

Prince Octavius of Great Britain (1779-1783).1782, by Thomas Gainsborough

Prince Alfred of Great Britain (1780-1782). Portrait by Thomas Gainsborough, 1782

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Young Justice 3x25 - Overwhelmed

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make me choose meme; @hphmmatthewluther asked me: frediette, silvercrownlogne, betcha or luvander?

frederick belongs to @that-scouse-wizard