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youremyheaven · 2 years ago

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Vedic Astrology Observations

in my previous post, i had mentioned how Uttarashada natives love grandness and glamour. the more i look into it, the more i see these natives indulge in that old world, royaltycore aesthetic. its always go big or go home for them

Sanjay Leela Bhansali, who is known for his splashy period dramas with elaborate costumes and grand set designs has Ketu in Uttarashada

Fan Bingbing who is known for her glamorous and eclectic style has Ketu in Uttarashada (she also has her moon in Revati, another nakshatra that really loves glamour)

Kim Taehyung, who is also known for his preference for vintage glamour has Mercury & Mars in Uttarashada (he also has his moon and ketu in Revati)

Dilraba Dilmurat is another celebrity who is known for her extravagant style (chinese actresses in general have a very regal, extravagant style) and she has Revati Mars as her atmakaraka (her moon is in Punarvasu, a nak known for its girly style)

2. someone previously made a post about how mrigashira natives often play the "bimbo" in movies and ive observed that this also corresponds to real life, where a lot of mrig natives are perceived to be ditzy airheads or for saying crazy insane stuff. i believe its the mars influence that makes these natives speak hastily without much thought.

(Mrigashira moon Rachel McAdams playing Regina George in Mean Girls)

Sonam Kapoor, the bollywood actress is known in the Indian media for being a ditzy airhead ��and she has a Mrigashira stellium

Jordan Peterson and Kanye West are both Mrigashira moon natives and they're known for saying the most batshit crazy stuff.

3. ive noticed that many filmmakers who have prominent Uttarashada placements often explore loneliness and isolation or a lack of belonging in their movies. UA being the only nakshatra to possess a mongoose yoni which means its the only nakshatra without a yoni consort could be why these natives are so desperate for connection yet lacking it.

Shunji Iwai, has UA sun, mercury and ketu (a still from his movie Love Letter)

Jim Jarmusch has UA sun and mercury. All his movies are about loneliness and being an "outsider" in one way or another.

Philip Kaufman has Uttarashada moon. Intensely sexual but unbearably lonely.

Murakami who is known for how melancholic and lonely his books are (albeit strange and wonderfully weird) has Uttarashada sun

Another very common theme is how many Uttarashada natives have strange sexual desires, weird kinks and a perverse or odd sexual life/appetite. If you're familiar with Murakami, I need not explain further xD

4. Venusian natives often allude to Venusian imagery, specifically the Birth of Venus by Botticelli in their works.

Cardi B has Revati moon (venus is exalted in pisces) and here she is wearing Thierry Mugler's Birth of Venus dress to the Grammys.

Uma Thurman (from "The Adventures of Baron Munchausen") has Bharani Sun & Saturn and Purvaphalguni Ketu and here she is playing the Goddess herself!

Aishwarya Rai has Purvaashada moon and she is wearing a dress by Gaurav Gupta that references Venus.

Lady Gaga (from her Applause mv) she has Revati Venus Atmakaraka, as we know Venus is exalted in Pisces and Venus in Revati is considered it's best position. I suggest watching the MV since its rife with pisces imagery :-)

Beyonce has Purvaphalguni sun and the deity of Purvaphalguni is Bhaga, the god of marital bliss. Beyonce's interpretation of the Birth of Venus features her with her twin babies and babies signify the consummation of a marriage, thereby making this a uniquely Purvaphalgunian take on the original.

5. This is a no-brainer but mermaids in cinema are often played by Pisces rashi natives.

Halle Bailey is a UBP sun. Lin Yun is UBP moon and saturn with Revati Ketu. Esther Williams who did a string of aquamusicals in the 1950s has Ketu in Revati.

Sade has Revati Moon & Ketu and plays a mermaid in her most popular song's mv.

Samantha Morton has UBP moon, Venus/Mars/Ketu in Revati and she plays a mermaid in U2's Electrical Storm MV.

7. (TW: sexual assault, incest)

The nakshatra most often associated with incest is Rohini and Mrigashira but I would say Ashlesha also features these themes. Growing up in a very controlling household with a cold/controlling mother figure is a huge theme in the lives of Ashlesha natives.

in Donkey Skin (1970) Catherine Deneuve plays a princess who takes the form of a donkey in order to escape from her father, the king who wishes to marry her because she looks just like her mother. This is quite literally the story of Rohini, who was Lord Brahma's favourite daughter, and he was attracted to her. Rohini sensed this and took the form of a deer and ran away. Lord Brahma subsequently assumed the form of a stag and chased her across the heavens. When Rudra found out what was happening he cut off the head of the stag. The stag’s head became the symbol of the nakshatra of Mrigashira. As we can see Rohini & Mrigashira's mythology is deeply intertwined.

Catherine Deneuve has Ashlesha moon and Mars in Mrigashira as her atmakaraka (her Saturn is also placed in Mrigashira and is her darakaraka).

If you watch the movie, you can see how its overloaded with astrological symbolism (its based on a fairytale, so thats not surprising)

the color blue is used throughout the first half of the film when the princess is in her own kingdom, traditionally blue is associated with Saturn. Shani/saturn is our karma, which teaches us things the hard way. The princess (unwillingly) has to leave the comfort of her palace and kingdom, assume the form of a donkey and go work as a pig-keeper. She loses everything she has ever known and has to work her way up from scratch, this is a typical Saturnian journey and most people experience this during their Saturn return (Saturnian folks experience this all their lives).

the color red is used throughout the second half of the movie, in association with the Prince's kingdom. Red is typically associated with Sun and Mars in vedic astrology. as the princess works out her karma and integrates her shadow, she blossoms into a fully integrated individual, this means she has cultivated her identity and the strength to act upon it. from a passive, weak willed princess in her father's castle, who was willing to marry her father due to her fear of hurting him by refusing to do so, she transforms into someone who moulds her own fate through her own actions. (Sun + Mars)

The fact that she assumes the form of a Donkey, itself is very symbolic. Donkeys, in vedic astrology is often the vehicle of Gods. Therefore, it serves as the door that governs her transition from passivity to individuation.

the Prince saw her for her true nature, although everyone around was convinced that she's just a filthy, hideous Donkey Skin clad servant. When the Prince slips her ring back on to her finger, she transforms back into her original self (true love is a mirror that reminds us of who we really are and gives us the courage to shed our worldly personas). The dress she wears then, is a golden one, originally given to her by her father when she said she wanted a dress "like the sun". Yellow is associated with Jupiter. After enduring the trials of Saturn, the Princess who became Donkey Skin, once again becomes a Princess, except now she has freedom. Saturn's teachings guide us to Jupiter's blessings. The movie's ending showing us that once the Princess had successfully overcome her trials and now embraced her true nature.

#sidereal astrology #vedic astro notes #vedic astrology #astrology notes #astro notes #astro observations #astrology observations #nakshatras #uttarashada #revati #mermaids

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snikkts · 1 year ago

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FAVOURITE HISTORICAL FIGURES 1/∞ ↳ Matilda of Flanders, Queen of England and Duchess of Normandy

❛ The coronation ordo for Matilda incorporated three important new phrases; 'constituit reginam popolo' - the Queen is placed by God among the people; 'regalis imperii ... esse participem' - the Queen shares royal power; and 'laetatur gens Anglica domini imperio regenda et reginae virtutis providential gubernanda' - the English people are blessed to be ruled by the power and the virtue of the Queen. ❜ Queens Consort: England's Medieval Queens by Lisa Hilton. ❛ Matilda's achievements as Duchess of Normandy and Queen of England had been considerable. ... Far from being a meek and submissive wife and consort, subject entirely to her husbands will, she had wielded authority in her own right and had enjoyed an independence of action matched by few of her contemporaries. ❜ Matilda by Tracy Borman.

#mine #*historybaes #historicwomendaily #historyedit #11th century #matilda of flanders #william the conqueror #userraffa #userhallie #useral #tusermalina #i just fucking love this woman there are no words #and THEM #we love a man who actually loves his wife #i honestly believe the rumours about him hurting her or her refusing him are just #anti norman propeganda #'we hate william he threw his wife about by her hair!!!'#william- planning his wifes coronation and drinking his respect women juice: wait what

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lizzybeth1986 · 2 months ago

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Bedtime Baklava

Book: The Royal Romance

Characters: Prince Liam & Queen Regina (filial)

Rating: G

Summary: In her first few months as Queen, Regina Amaranth bonds with her youngest stepson over an unlikely sweet.

Word Count: 2, 653 words

A/N: Inspired by Regina's "parent advice" in the MC's baby shower in TRH - "Don't let the palace kitchen serve baklava after midnight" . Regina and Constantine have just been married for a few months, and Liam is just a couple months short of turning 12.

Tagging @kingliamappreciationweek and @sazanes for KLAW Day 1: Baklava, and @choicesficwriterscreations for FoTW

For the hundredth time tonight, the newest Queen Consort of Cordonia shifts uncomfortably in her bed - her eyes heavy with the promise of slumber, yet refusing to remain completely shut. As if in defeat, they stop forcing themselves closed, and rest wearily upon the steady, almost-hypnotising rise-and-fall of her husband's chest. It moves in a slow, steady rhythm; a rhythm perfectly matched by the deep, broken rumble of his snores.

Regina sighs heavily, and stifles the very childish urge to bury her ears beneath her pillow. It's been five months now since their wedding. Surely that's enough time to get accustomed to a man's - any man's - oddities and idiosyncracies? Even the ones that disrupt your sleep and force you to consume pill after pill for your morning migraine?

Constantine snores on, blissfully ignorant of the woman glaring in the direction of his half-open mouth. The loud, crackling rattle seems to emerge not so much from his nose as from his chest; so deep is the sound. Most nights, she can manage to drift off into slumber before he does - tonight, she is not that fortunate.

Regina winces; her forehead throbs, in what she knows to be a precursor to a particularly vile, sleep-deprived headache. She grabs her robe and hauls herself, reluctantly, off their bed. If she can just get someplace else, just relieve herself of the sounds of snoring for twenty minutes, she is sure she can salvage this one awful night with at least five hours of sleep.

Gingerly, she ties her robe, feels her toes around for her slippers, then pads her way out the bedroom with a measured softness, still taking furtive glances at the slumbering form of her husband. She runs a nervous hand through her hair, tousled and very unlike the sleek updo she prefers to be seen in, in public, and hopes fervently that no one else is awake. "Carefully rumpled" is more her cousin's style.

The corridor is mercifully dark, except for the thin slivers of light emerging from two rooms.

Regina stands still and keeps her breathing a bit slower, a bit more measured, listening for sounds. Five months and she still feels as much of a stranger here as she did on her wedding night. Part of her wants to believe that it is most likely because she is the sole woman in a family surrounded by males, the one who came into this family when it had already spent several years functioning as a unit (even if a little dysfunctional sometimes) with an altogether different type of woman.

A woman who clearly knew how to work around "her boys", even if they couldn't work with her.

But another part of her wonders if the lack is within her. If it is because - no matter how she and Constantine feel about each other - she could be the right queen but the wrong wife...and, most importantly, the wrong mother for their boys.

Regina faces the first door with narrowed eyes and a pinched mouth, sighing as she strains to ignore the reedy rasp of a rock star's voice and frantic guitar strumming, made faint by the door that blocks any entry into her eldest stepson's most private space. Neither knocking the door nor telling Leo off would change things - if anything, he would snap back with what he believes to be a smart remark, or increase the volume just to get a rise out of her.

Regina shakes her head. It's almost hard to believe that it hadn't always been this way. And depressing to know, that there was a time when the boy seemed to at least try. Murmurs in court from as recently as last year seemed to indicate that while his far-younger brother was clearly better suited to be heir to the throne, Leo was beginning to show a little interest in the role.

Looking at him as a member of this family, Regina wonders now what changed for him so drastically. Yes, the cruel, untimely death of Queen Eleanor would doubtless come to mind - Leo had already lost a mother figure, to lose another at this vulnerable age would have broken anyone - but she is beginning to get the feeling that there may have been more to it than even that devastating loss.

Still...even if that were the case, Regina knows that she would be the last person Leo would want to confide in. He has made no secret of his resentment of her even since her engagement with the King, of his displeasure in having her as part of their family. No compromise, no olive branches, no attempt to reach out to him seems to work.

She cannot blame Leo entirely either. Perhaps, embracing Queen Eleanor and accepting her as his mother had taken up so much of the boy's energy, that he has none left for the woman who has now - unfortunately - taken her place.

Regina shakes her head, moving away from Leo's door. She isn't losing hope, not really, that she will...one day...succeed in changing things between herself and Leo. But she is beginning to sense that she shouldn't hold her breath for that moment either.

Softly, soundlessly, she makes her way across the corridor. She stops midway, at the door of her younger stepson. By the little sliver of light she can just about see from the slightly-ajar door, she can tell young Liam has made a rather appalling attempt at pretending to be asleep. Surreptitiously, she knocks.

A pause. Perhaps he is still weighing his options, still wondering if he can still get away with acting like he is asleep.

Unconsciously, Regina taps out a rhythm with her foot as she waits for Liam to decide. It is ironic how, of the two boys, it is far easier for one to get a read on Leo. What you see is what you receive.

Now Liam...is another kettle of fish. He is a wonderful boy, really - gentle and generous of spirit. He has made all the effort a young teenager could possibly make, to ensure his new mother experienced no distress in her first months here. He has been affable, he has been charming, he has been kind.

But there is a wall. And so far, any attempt to be a mother to him, adds yet another brick to it, making it almost impossible for her to reach him.

Regina genuinely likes Liam, even if she doesn't feel particularly maternal towards either of the boys yet. If she continues to fail with him, Regina will consider that the more crushing failure.

She doesn't knock again, giving Liam the opportunity to decide what he wants. He could wave any questions he gets in the morning, with the excuse that he had forgotten to switch off the lamp in his room. She would be impressed enough with his ability to spin at age eleven, that she'd pretend to believe it.

He does not. He opens the door, fully. Hair tousled, bags under his eyes, not a single wrinkle on his plain blue pajamas. And the look on his face spells - plainly - his intent to not lie to her.

Regina is a tad bit more impressed than she expects to be.

"Not asleep yet?" she asks him lightly, as if it's just 10 PM, and not quarter to 2 in the morning.

Liam's eyes flit from behind Regina to around her to her slippers and the floor - anywhere but her eyes. On closer inspection, she thinks she can spot crumbs of something around his mouth.

When he finally lifts his eyes to her own widened ones, he quickly, and guiltily, covers his mouth, mumbling inaudibly. Biting back a smile, she moves her gaze from his face to a spot behind his shoulder. A spot on his bed where only sheets should be. A spot on his bed...where a small, half-finished golden box of baklava now rests.

Regina's brows raise almost to the level of her hairline. "I thought you liked baklava."

Taken aback, the boy lifts a finger to a corner of his mouth, furtively directing a stray crumb inside, almost as if to savour the honeyed taste he had just enjoyed a minute ago. "I do," he says, hesitantly, "a lot."

She takes a mental inventory of the box. One...two...five and a half pieces left, glistening in the soft light from Liam's bedside lamp. The box itself looks half empty - it came from Istanbul packed with twenty pieces of baklava, five pieces each for four varieties. Walnut, almond, cashewnut and pistachio.

It had been addressed specially to Liam two weeks ago, from Evrim Köse, the Turkish ambassador to Cordonia. And by specially, she means that not another soul but him could lay a hand on those sweets. Which suited the rest of the palace just fine - most of them tended to find such a treat too cloying, too sugary for their tastes.

Regina feigns flicking lint lightly from a few fingers. "I thought you'd have finished that box by now. The last one didn't take you two days!"

Liam tries, and fails, to stifle a giggle. "I really, really wanted to savour it this time."

Intrigued, Regina turns her gaze back to him. It's not every day she hears of an eleven-year-old extol the pleasures of waiting. "What do you mean?"

Slowly, Liam pads his way back to the bed, gingerly touching the box. There's a certain glow of pleasure in his eyes, as he remembers that first exhilarating experience of biting into a baklava in Turkey three months ago. As if he only has to look at the sweet to relive how that one bite nearly changed his life.

"The last time I took a box like this home, I gobbled it up in two days." The two chuckle together at the memory. "It got over so fast. I'd wake up at night craving one more bite and wishing I hadn't hurried up so much, eating it," Liam says, his murmur tinged with slight regret. "This time I promised I'd take my time with it. That lovely little feeling every time I have a taste... I want it to last a little longer."

As he says it, Regina can already see in her mind's eye the way Liam would hold that sweet, carefully, delicately...the way he would chew, slowly...the way he would close his eyes so every available sense would be attuned to the golden glow, to the sweet rosewater scent, to the delicate crunch of forty layers of filo pastry. The way he would prolong this bliss till that was no longer possible.

How long she's spent, attempting to be mother to this boy. Yet how little she - really. truly - knows him.

Almost as if he is reading her thoughts, Liam raises his eyes to the level of hers. He holds a piece out to her.

"No, no," Regina whispers guiltily, wondering if anything on her face could give the impression that she wanted the sweet. "It's all yours. I am not as fond of it as you are."

Neither do his eyes leave hers, nor his hand the baklava. She relents, holding the piece for a moment, her gaze soaking in its heavy, golden perfection. She pops it in like it's candy, then grimaces.

"You don't like it?"

Liam's voice is soft and unnervingly speculative, for a mere boy on the cusp of adolescence. Regina cannot make out from his gaze whether he expects her to feign a liking for the sweet, or be honest with him. Every bit of maternal advice she has heard from noblewomen who used to be her friends - noblewomen who settled into marriage and children far earlier than she did - has recommended appeasement, especially at this delicate stage in a child's development.

One more look into Liam's eyes, and Regina opts not to pretend. Her grimace stays unmoved on her face.

"Too sweet for me," she murmurs back.

On the face of it, Liam's expression seems to remain unchanged. Quiet, watchful, casually moving from her face to the baklava in her hands, and back. But Regina can sense a shift in the air. There is a glimmer in his eyes, some trace of an unspoken need reflected there, that she has unwittingly met. The muscles around his mouth relax more, his stance feels less guarded. He takes out another one, not exactly smiling, but Regina can feel the welcoming sentiment in the gesture regardless.

"This one has walnuts."

Regina smiles. She can't pretend not to be a little touched. "I do like walnuts," she says as she accepts this little treat, grateful not just for what it is but what it represents.

All this time, Regina had focused on being a mother to Liam and Leo. Inwardly cursing herself for not feeling that maternal instinct straightaway (or at all), wondering whether her new sons will resent her for not being mother enough. Especially for Liam, who had just lost his mother two years ago, and who was still too young to fully process that loss.

When all this time, what Liam needed hadn't been another mother at all.

Regina bites into the baklava Liam has offered. It's a tad bit better than the previous one; the walnuts prove a better, slightly more bitter contrast to the sugar syrup...but the latter is still too overpowering for her to ignore. It shows on her face, again; she begins to feel an involuntary pang of regret, then shakes it off.

She isn't sure yet what it is that Liam needs from her. What would strengthen this tentative bond that has blossomed between them tonight. But one thing she does know: whatever their relationship grows to become - a friend, a guide, a mentor - the foundation of it has to be her willingness to be honest with him.

For the rest of their time in the room (twenty minutes at most), Regina is content to merely watch as Liam finishes off the remaining contents of the box. "Anaïs told me I should finish them off now before they start going bad," he explains to her when she remembers his wish to savour the baklava slowly.

Aha! Regina stifles a bubble in her throat that feels suspiciously like laughter. So it's the head chef who has told him where the baklava was kept!

"It's almost two now, Liam," Regina tells him, a frown wrinkling her forehead. "You ought to get some sleep."

Liam appears a little taken aback when he looks at her, perhaps in response to the doubt in her voice. Somehow she highly doubts he will be able to sleep tonight. He's had so much baklava tonight that the ensuing sugar rush would make him too keyed up to sleep at all.

Regina isn't wrong. When Constantine - bright-eyed and alert - casts suspicious glances upon all three members of his family at breakfast time, she knows he has seen the bags beneath all their eyes.

"Has no one gone to bed on time tonight, besides me, Regina?"

Inwardly, Regina bristles. Indeed, it is so easy to sleep soundly in the face of such earth-shattering snores, when you're the one doing the snoring!

Meanwhile, she is conscious of the way their two sons stare at her. Leo's resentful and defiant (although he couldn't possibly know she was outside his door last night), Liam's nervous and hesitant.

"Surely I would have known if they were up all night," Regina feigns a bored drawl, "You know how sensitive I am to noise, darling."

The sigh of relief from the two brothers, once Constantine leaves the dining table, is almost audible. Before Liam leaves for his morning lessons, he rewards her with his biggest smile.

Regina bites back her own, and moves to her study so she can write a note to Chef Anaïs, in anticipation of any future kitchen-related adventures from the youngest prince. It is simple; a single line. Regina has to remind herself to not laugh, even as she passes the note to a member of the palace staff.

Let Prince Liam have baklava at any other time, except midnight. We really can't afford any more midnight sugar rushes at his age.

Notes:

1. The reference to Liam's first experience of baklava comes from this headcanon.

2. This story also hints at Leo's relationship with Eleanor and his secret relationship with a boy named Damien, which is explored to some extent in Eleanor's Kitchen, Chapter 6.

At this point in the story, Constantine has paid the family to leave Cordonia for good, after discovering Leo's romantic relationship with Damien. Leo - who before Eleanor's death was willing to work hard at being a Crown Prince despite not being fit for the role - now has lost all motivation to learn or become Crown Prince after losing both his mother and the boy he loves in the span of months.

#king liam #liam rys #the royal romance #the royal heir #the royal finale #kingliamappreciationweek #KLAW #KLAW 2024 #KLAW Day 1 #KLAW Day 1: Baklava #lizzybeth1986 #content: fanfic

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turangalila · 3 months ago

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Josquin Des Prez (c.1440-1521)

— Illibata Dei Virgo nutrix — Gaude Virgo, Mater Christi — Salve Regina

— Illibata Dei Virgo nutrix Illibata Dei virgo nutrix / Olympi tu regis o genitrix / Sola parens verbi puerpera / Quae fuisti Evae reparatrix / Viri nephas tuta mediatrix / Illud clara luce dat scriptura / Nata nati alma genitura / Des ut laeta musarum factura / Prevaleat hymnus et sit ave / Roborando sonos ut guttura / Efflagitent laude teque pura / Zelotica arte clament Ave. // Ave virginum decus hominum / Coelique porta / Ave lilium, flos humilium / Virgo decora. / Vale ergo tota pulchra ut luna / Electa ut sol, clarissima gaude. / Salve tu sola cum sola amica, / Consola "la mi la" canentes in tua laude. / Ave Maria, mater virtutum, / Veniae vena, ave Maria, / Gratia plena, Dominus tecum, / Ave Maria, mater virtutum. / Amen.

— Gaude Virgo, Mater Christi Gaude, virgo mater Christi, / Quae per aurem concepisti, / Gabriele nuntio. // Gaude, quia Deo plena / Peperisti sine poena, / Cum pudoris lilio. // Gaude, quia tui nati / Quem dolebas mortem pati, / Fulget resurrectio. // Gaude Christo ascendente, / Et in coelum te vidente, / Motu fertur proprio. // Gaude quae post ipsum scandis, / Et est honor tibi grandis, / In caeli palatio. // Ubi fructus ventris tui, / Nobis detur per te frui, / In perenni gaudio. / Alleluia.

— Salve Regina (5vv)

_ Josquin Des Prez: Missa "Ave Maris Stella" / Motets & Chansons Taverner Consort & Choir, Andrew Parrott. Andrew Lawrence-King, (1993, EMI Classics – 0777 7 54659 2 1)

#josquin des prez #renaissance #sacred #motet #taverner consort

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wonder-worker · 8 months ago

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During [the spring and summer of 1141], a number of contemporary narrative sources agreed that Matilda’s sudden and unexpected success went straight to her head. Matilda’s most renowned modern biographer has suggested that “conduct acceptable in a powerful king . . . was not acceptable in a ‘Lady of the English’. This line of reasoning can be taken quite a bit further. It is clear that contemporaries expected Matilda to emulate the behavior of those women who had previously held the rank of regina, and act like a queen consort while performing the office of king. Most queens consort, however, did not have to consolidate recognition of their position as Matilda was constrained to do. Nearly all the chroniclers who had marveled at her assumption of power turned on her immediately. Not surprisingly, the Gesta Stephani took the greatest exception:

She at once put on an extremely arrogant demeanor instead of the modest gait and bearing proper to the gentle sex, began to walk and speak and do all things more stiffly and more haughtily than she had been wont.

But other more sympathetic chroniclers also joined this chorus of disapproval: Henry of Huntington described her as “elated with insufferable pride” while the Worcester chronicler noted her “hard heart” as she strove to consolidate her position. Had she been a man, Matilda’s decidedly authoritarian style might have passed for a regal show of strength. Indeed, Matilda probably felt that if she was to hold on to her newly acquired status, she needed to behave like a king. Thus, Matilda’s forward movement from recognition of her status to the execution of her office was fraught with gendered difficulties concerning how a woman ought to conduct herself.

...As she anticipated her crowning, Matilda strove to consolidate her dynastic claims and establish her authority. It seems reasonable to suppose that Matilda looked to her father and her first husband for examples of successful kingship as she did for representational purposes. Both Emperor Henry V and King Henry I were suspicious, uncompromising, relentless, and ruthless in the pursuit of their aims. Probably both would have advised Matilda to follow their example. This was exactly what St. Bernard told Queen Melisende of Jerusalem following the death of her husband: “show the man in the woman; order all things . . . so that those who see you will judge your works to be those of a king rather than a queen.” Much of Matilda’s behavior during the spring and summer of 1141 can be explained as the emulation of male gendered kingship. But kings had the built-in advantage of female consorts to soften the more hardboiled aspects of their rule; Matilda had played that very role herself for her first husband. Nevertheless, in 1141, Matilda eschewed the feminine aspects of queenship completely, in effect negating what could have been useful symbolism to bolster the construction of her authority. But for Matilda to be perceived as a soft, forgiving, and gentle woman at the one moment she needed to consolidate her position at the top of a male dominant political society would not have been practical.

But by constructing herself as a female feudal lord, and emulating male gendered kingship, Matilda annoyed contemporary observers. The chroniclers’ hostility may have been due to the fact that Matilda was claiming kingly sovereignty for herself alone, and not in association with either her husband or her eldest son. The Gesta Stephani described Matilda as not only arrogant, but also spurning the advice of her chief advisors, the earl of Gloucester, her uncle King David of Scotland, and the “kingmaker” himself, the Bishop of Winchester. The Gesta implied that if Matilda had behaved as a deferential woman, and heeded the counsel of her male advisors, she could have devised a means to permanently depose Stephen, and be crowned and anointed in his place. The Gesta placed Matilda’s ultimate failure at her own door, blaming it on her arrogant reliance on her inferior, womanly intellect and emotions.

Matilda’s hard-line stance, acceptable in a male king, bothered the authors of the Worcester chronicle and the Gesta, suggesting that contemporaries were confused by what they wanted the “Lady of the English” to do, indicating that, as a woman and a domina, she should behave gently like a queen rather than forcefully like a king. Combined, all the chroniclers, with the exception of Malmesbury, suggested that Matilda should have used the intercessory powers of queenship to set Stephen free, moderated the harsher aspects of her father’s rule, and excused the Londoners from financial support. Although a more diplomatic approach might have helped, freeing Stephen at that moment in time would have realistically served no practical purpose in establishing Matilda’s authority. And, in denying Eustace his inheritance, Matilda was only imitating the efforts of her father, Henry I, who also dealt harshly with challengers to his throne. Henry I kept his elder brother Robert Curthose in prison until he died, and prevented his nephew, William Clito, Curthose’s heir, from gaining any aspect of the Anglo-Norman inheritance. Matilda wished to convince her contemporaries that she was quite capable of being a king, but their reactions betrayed hostility toward her as a woman presuming to establish kingly authority.

-Charles Beem, "Empress Matilda and Female Lordship", The Lioness Roared: The Problems of Female Rule in English History"

#i got an ask about this topic a few hours ago so here you go!#historicwomendaily #empress matilda #the anarchy #12th century #english history #queenship tag #my post #queue #I really dislike the way most general histories talk about Matilda and frame her actions #Even when they begin on a sympathetic note they still emphasize how she had a 'difficult personality' and sabotaged herself #...did she? because her father and her son behaved exactly the same and it worked out for them #'She should've just been more compliant and LISTENED to people' - and then she would have been viewed as weak and pliant.#There is very little compassion for her extremely complicated situation and how gendered expectations & misogyny were almost entirely #responsible for how contemporaries perceived and judged her #This pattern is also evident with historians' frustrating tendency to compare Matilda (a REGNANT) to Stephen's queen Mathilde (A CONSORT)#even though their roles and expectations were entirely different #Matilda is often compared to other English consorts (Isabella of France; Eleanor of Aquitaine; Margaret of Anjou) as well #which makes even less sense and is 10x frustrating #Matilda - as female king in her own right with a contested claim - was in a very unique and anomalous situation #and any attempt to compare her to consorts ends up downplaying and misunderstanding her situation #I've noticed a similar pattern with Jeanne de Penthievre (female claimant of Brittany) where her role and authority is often compared #to her rival claimant's consort Joanna of Flanders #Which – once again – is entirely illogical as both women had entirely different roles and expectations and authority

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dreamconsumer · 4 months ago

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Joan I, Queen of Naples and Louis, Prince of Taranto. Engraving from 1842 in Histoire des popes by Maurice Lachatre.

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dr3amfyr-e · 24 days ago

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first of all, i just want to say i love your writing so much. the way you write flows so nicely and you encapsulate each character perfectly. got me giggling and kicking my feet over here. especially with the female knight and jace drabble, GOOD LORD.

ANYWHO,

i’d like to participate in your holiday event with the heirs of the dragon! i like men and women so whoever you see fit, really.

here’s a bit about me:

- i use she/her pronouns

- i’ve loved dragons since i was little (my first tattoo was actually of three small dragons)

- my favorite book is the secret history by donna tartt

- a few of my favorite movies are how to train your dragon, brokeback mountain, and pride and prejudice (2005)

- my favorite artists are hozier, orville peck, johnny cash, and adrienne lenker

- i love to read, write, rot, go on hikes, draw, and play video games.

- i recently joined rugby in college (i play a wing in the backs, im bad at it but still learning)

- my favorite color is red!

- i’m an english major, hoping to be an author one day

- i’m an eldest daughter

- i think i would describe myself as optimistic, hard working, loyal, and a little goofy (that sounds cringe asf but whatever)

- i love the old west, mythology of any kind, history fun facts, and birds.

- i think some flaws of mine are that i avoid confrontation, i tend to stick to my comfort zone, and i need to work on my confidence in myself.

sorry if this is too much yapping, and feel free to ignore this if you wish because… yeah, valid.

thank you for doing this event! you deserve all the support you’ve gotten AND more.

have a lovely rest of your day! :)

-ˋˏ ༻❁✿❀༺ ˎˊ dr3amfyr-e celebration !

HELLO MY LOVE! good thing you loved dragons, bc ur getting THE dragon. i ship u with rhaenyra targeryen >:)

not a dragon rider? not to fret, syrax is about to become your lap dog. shes locked into the bond with mother rhaenyra, so ofc she loves you!! you'll get allll the dragon time you want *wink wink*

dragonstone would be so idyllic to hike, like with the rocky coastline and stuff. rhaenyra would SO go with you, shes here to humor your interests. make it a cutie little date, getting to know each other better and stuff. i'm picturing young rhaenyra and alicent promenading in season one, like that vibe. ur arm-in-arm, not a care in the world. OMG!!

AND WALK WITH ME HERE!! you like red, perf bc thats her house colour!!! she is the queen after all, and canonically likes lavish clothes. shes ordering custom made matching gowns: the same colour, or perfectly paralleled colours. her fabric is black satin, embossed with rubies and red stitching; yours is red satin, embossed with obsedian and black stitching. trust you'll have a crown too, she dgaf about tradition. she knows what you like, even if you don't express it. she'll study you, how you respond to the clothes and accessories of other noble ladies. she wants to spoil you!!

liking literature is so convenient bc that library? those scrolls and manuscripts?? you'll have access to dragonstone and king's landing (plus lit rally any library in westeros, ur girlfriend is the queen.) i don't take her for a big reader, based upon her lack of enthusidasm for her septa. but! she would looooove if you read to her. that would be such a sweetie pie nightly routine, u get into your matching nightgowns and read to her in bed until she falls asleep or tires of it.

shes also an eldest daughter, so she gets it! you two can lament! optomistic is something she so needs in her life, she would appreciate the brightness in an otherwise dark council (ESPECIALLY if we're not playing happy au and ur at war.) you're her guiding light, her ray of sunshine. loyal too, she loves that! and a sense of humor!! she needs it so bad, needs someone who strays from the calculated coldness of court.

women's rugby player? i ship you with me actually.

⊱⚘𑁍⚘⊰⊱⚘𑁍⚘⊰⊱⚘𑁍⚘⊰⊱⚘𑁍⚘⊰⊱⚘𑁍⚘⊰⊱⚘𑁍⚘⊰⊱⚘𑁍⚘⊰⊱⚘𑁍⚘⊰

𓃚 ♫ જ⁀➴ salve regina - armonico consort

#ate an orange while writing this #incase anyone was curious #celebration 🧙‍♂️#inbox 💌#cowpokemythology #rhaenyra targaryen x reader

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selfshipping-superhero · 6 months ago

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The Polycule

My romantic f/o list

In the marvel universe I’m in a polyamorous relationship with

> Logan Howlett, tag: #the shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn

> Wade Wilson, tag: #now my head is on backwards

> Eddie Brock and Venom, tag: #teach me to love without it swallowing me whole

> Steven Grant, tag: #i was made to be a devotee

> Jake Lockely, tag: #i wanna be found passenger in your car (don’t leave me)

> Peter Parker, tag: #i feel safe in the 5 am light

Tag for the whole polycule: #domesticated pack animals

F/O from Story of Yanxi Palace

Wei Yinglou or Consort Ling, tag: #taking it all for us I’m doing this all for love

My F/O from Once Upon a Time

Regina Mills or the Evil Queen #i burn breathing her in

#f/o list #f/o community #self ship community

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multiverseofseries · 6 months ago

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House Of The Dragon S2 Episodio 8 (The Queen Who Ever Was): Fuoco e Sangue is Coming

Siamo arrivati alla resa dei conti nel finale della seconda stagione di House of the Dragon (2x08)… o forse no? Un epilogo aperto per una stagione avvincente e che ci prepara per quel che verrà.

I draghi di Valyria solcano il cielo dei Sette Regni tutte le pedine si muovono sulla scacchiera ed il tempo del fuoco e sangue si avvicina. Almeno è questo che ci viene mostrato nell'ottavo ed ultimo episodio della seconda stagione di House of the Dragon. Episodio che ci costringe a salutare i Targaryen e la storia della loro dinastia fino al 2026, per un terzo ciclo già ordinato da HBO dopo il successo della serie prequel. Una seconda stagione forse altalenante, che non ha raccolto i consensi praticamente unanimi del ciclo inaugurale, probabilmente per alcune scelte narrative volte ad allungare ed espandere il racconto rispetto a quel compendio storico che è il romanzo originario di George R.R. Martin.

Un finale di stagione atipico

Rhaenyra passa finalmente all'azione

È un epilogo che apparirebbe pieno di tensione, perché è tempo per tutti i personaggi di arrivare alla resa dei conti. I due schieramenti dei Neri e Dei Verdi, che avevano aperto la Danza dei Draghi ad inizio stagione, fanno sfilare i propri eserciti. Rhaenyra (Emma D'Arcy) ha avuto successo coi Dragonseeds, ovvero coloro che pur se bastardi e di basso lignaggio, contengono sangue Targaryen nelle proprie vene, essendo quindi capaci di cavalcare i draghi. Nonostante questo, c'è grande scontento a corte da parte di Jacaerys (Harry Collett) e tracotanza da parte dei nuovi arrivati, in particolare Ulf (Tom Bennett), tecnicamente suo prozio (ma sappiamo quanto non sia un narratore affidabile). Dall'altra parte Aemond (Ewan Mitchell) sta perdendo lucidità e va su tutte le furie, al punto da gettare a ferro e fuoco un'intera cittadina e i suoi abitanti.

Aemond perde il controllo

Segno che il suo machiavellico controllo sta vacillando, al punto da voler coinvolgere l'unico altro possibile cavaliere in famiglia: la sorella Helaena (Phia Saban), che gli rinfaccia di sapere che cosa ha fatto ad Aegon (Tom Glynn-Carney) sul campo di battaglia e di aver visto il futuro nelle sue visioni: non è destinato a regnare sul Trono di Spade, qualunque cosa faccia, e non sarà certo lei ad aiutarlo nell'impresa. Si impone tra loro anche la madre Alicent( Olivia Cooke), cercando di proteggere la figlia e tentando il tutto per tutto. Aegon del resto sembra confermare la regola della resilienza degli storpi nel mondo di Martin: dopo Bran Stark ne Il Trono di Spade e in questo frangente Piededuro, col quale guarda caso decide di fare squadra, anche il Re Usurpatore potrebbe sopravvivere nonostante le ferite.

Visione dal futuro

Proprio le predizioni accompagnano il finale di stagione di House of the Dragon 2. L'altro squarcio di futuro più importante avvolge Daemon (Matt Smith), insieme ad Alys Rivers (Gayle Rankin) sull'albero cuore di Harrenhal, patria degli Strong. Questa visione rappresenta le Cronache del Ghiaccio e del Fuoco, e in parte rappresenta ciò che Viserys disse a Rhaenyra che poi l'ha tramandato a propria volta al suo primogenito. Si osserva il futuro dei Sette Regni, al grido di "L'inverno sta arrivando" pronunciato in valyriano antico, con Daenerys circondata dalle fiamme e dai suoi piccoli draghi e il Re della Notte pronto ad invadere oltre la Barriera insieme ai suoi Estranei: il Principe Consorte finalmente comprende il proprio posto nel grande disegno delle cose e giura fedeltà davanti a tutti alla moglie e legittima erede al Trono.

Un confronto necessario e aspettato da quando lui si era nascosto tra le mura di quel castello infestato e lei rimaneva bloccata a Roccia del Drago per volere del proprio Concilio. Ora l'esercito è con loro, così come i draghi e i loro cavalieri e la flotta di Corlys Velaryon (Steve Touissant) capitanata dalla Serpente di Mare, rinominata Regina Che Non Fu Mai in onore di Rhaenys. Anche quest'ultimo ha un duro confronto rimandato da troppo tempo: proprio adesso che ha perso praticamente tutta la sua famiglia, si riavvicina a Alyn di Hull (Abubakar Salim), fratello maggiore di Addam (Clinton Liberty), tra i nuovi cavalieri di draghi scovati dalla Regina: abbiamo la conferma, entrambi sono figli illegittimi e potrebbero avere un ruolo anche nella successione del Trono di Legno.

il (secondo) confronto tra Rhaenyra e Alicent

Dato che si tratta di una puntata dedicata alle discussioni troppo a lungo rimandate, quella più importante e decisiva (e che farà gioire i fan) è quello tra Rhaenyra e Alicent: questa volta è la seconda a voler parlare con la prima, intrufolandosi di nascosto a Roccia del Drago. Le due amiche/nemiche che un tempo provavano/provano ammettono tutte le invidie e le gelosie che hanno avuto negli anni: Alicent (Olivia Cooke) è pronta ad aprire le porte di King’s Landing, alla regina dei neri, senza spargimenti di sangue, addirittura compiendo una scelta dolorosa sacrificare Aegon, pur di mettere fine a questa guerra civile insensata.

Ed è proprio qui che l'ending non delude: durante questo faccia a faccia si nota quanto le due ancora tengano l’una all’altra anche se il tempo, le dispute e gli uomini delle loro vite hanno cercato di danneggiare il sentimento che le unisce. Alicent è pronta a lasciarsi tutto alle spalle e quel “Come with Me” è stato in aspettato sia per chi vi scrive sia per entrambe le protagoniste. Alicent incredula di averlo detto ad alta voce e Rhaenyra che finalmente sembra riconoscere la sua vecchia amica,( io ho un idea ben precisa sul loro rapporto, del resto ognuno è libero di vederci ciò che vuole, ma il sottotesto è là e sta ognuno interpretarlo). Sta di fatto che questa stagione conferma come Rhaenyra e Alicent siano il centro di HOTD. E questa seconda stagione parla proprio di questo. Di loro alle prese con la possibilità di portare la pace prima di un inevitabile guerra, mentre affrontano la propria autorità messa in discussione in un mondo dominato dagli uomini. Piaccia o no, questa stagione è stata coerente per tutta la sua durata, ecco perchè è finita dove è finita.

Manca il colpo di scena che ha sempre caratterizzato la scrittura di Martin e di Game of Thrones: è assente quell'evento culminante che faccia esplodere il climax narrativo, che invece rimane sospeso ma del resto questo non è Game of Thrones ma il suo prequel e non c'è bisogno che sia uguale in tutto e per tutto. L’episodio si conclude con un montaggio che vede susseguirsi i vari protagonisti, con una musica enfatizzata in sottofondo, le pedine sono pronte e la guerra è oramai alle porte. L’unica nota veramente dolente della conclusione di questa stagione è che dovremmo aspettare due anni per il prosieguo della storia.

Conclusioni

In conclusione il finale della seconda stagione di House of the Dragon è fatto da reunion a lungo rimandate e che apre al futuro per ciò che accadrà. Un futuro che intravediamo attraverso la preveggenza di alcuni personaggi, che omaggiano la serie originale, ma sopratutto il destino che attende i personaggi di questo prequel non c’è che attendere la prossima stagione e di sicuro sarà Fuoco e Sangue.

👍🏻

I confronti tra Rhaenyra e Daemon e Alicent, tra Aemond e Helaena, tra Corlys e Alyn.

l’intera sequenza tra la Rhaenyra di Emma D’arcy e l’Alicent di Olivia Cooke è davvero struggente.

Il ripescare la legittimità della dinastia di sangue Targaryen.

Le visioni e le citazioni a Game of Thrones.

👎🏻

Dovremo aspettare due anni per la continuazione.

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Regina Coeli, Regina Infernum-Punishment

Pairing: Boyking!Sam x Reader x KnightofHell!Dean

Word Count: 2025

Warnings: **not a dark fic but has elements.: dub/con-non/con p/v sex, restraints, verbal/fighting, hentai elements

Squares filled: @spnkinkbb RubySam @anyfandomdarkbingo Amputation

A/N: references from Regina Coeli, Regina Infernum

This story set years after stand-alone: Always with the Scissors

The hallway briefly reverberated to the sounds of Zeppelin when a set of heavy, ornate doors opened, admitting the Queen Consort of Hell.

The sound system cuts off as she crosses the anterior area to the bedchamber, where she flung herself face down onto the oversized bed in frustration.

“Something vexes thee?” The whiskey-roughened voice of the Queen’s fraternal polyandry consort inquired, and she lifted her head, seeing black instead of green eyes.

“I didn’t tell you to stop!” He soundly smacks the naked female demon riding his cock bare thigh, leaving a vivid red handprint, and orders her to turn around.

The Queen Consort shifts to observe the demon, hands bound in a pair of binding cuffs behind her back, awkwardly maneuvering around on the mattress and into reverse cowgirl whimpers.

“What did I say about no noise!”

The Knight of Hell’s voice vibrates in staccato and abruptly sits up, grabs his current sex toys braided hair in one hand, yanks the demon into a painful arch while gripping his engorged member, glistening with their combined fluids, and notch his cockhead between her swollen pussylips forcibly slides her back down onto his shaft then shoves her head down to touch the mattress between his bowed legs again reclines in repose against the bed’s pillows.

The demon quietly straightens up and resumes bouncing.

The Queen watched her consort close his black eyes, breath puffing out from between his slightly parted, succulent lips as his toned muscles flex periodically under the slight softness of his stomach in response to the hot, slick, velvety channel intermittently clenching around him.

The Queen Consort briefly flicked her eyes back to the demon who was striving to hold off orgasming until permitted, closed hers, listening to the rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh and occasional squelch, felt herself becoming aroused, rubbing her thighs together, desiring friction felt his hand sliding in between, his thick fingers stroking over her mound.

“I can smell how wet you are,” that made her reopen her eyes, watching his shift to their sultry chartreuse. “I wanna taste your sweetness,” Dean runs his tongue slowly over his plump lips, wetting them to emphasize how much he wants her riding his face.

The Queen Consort removes the Knights hand, slides off the bed, and exits without a backward glance.

“All right, meetings over..everybody out!”

Several members of Boykings council jumped in their seats, spinning to see the Knights Of Hell standing in the doorway with black eyes and red flannel-clad arms crossed, conveying he was not joking.

They nervously turn back to his elegantly dressed brother seated at the head of the table, reading the document in his hands.

“We are in the middle of something. Whatever it is can wait.”

“No.”

The Boyking’s kaleidoscope eyes focused on his older sibling.

Dean could be a pain in the ass on a good day, but today wasn’t a good day, and Sam was not in the mood to deal with him.

“What was that you said?”

“You heard me..”

“..come back later.”

“No.”

Except for the set of his shoulders conveying his annoyance, the Boyking sat expressionless, allowing his vantage point to notice the visible outline of his brother's substantial cock straining against the jeans material. He was now curious as to why.

“Fine, state your business.”

“That’s the problem.”

“What problem?”

“Family Business.”

The Boyking blinked, not following his knight's train of thought. What did Family Business have to do with this?

“Dean, I don’t have time to decipher your nonsense.”

The Knight walked to the table, placing his hands on the edge and leaning forward, “Fallen can into my room.”

“Dean.”

“Where I was breaking in my latest toy..”

“..Dean.”

“Turned down fun time, and we both know how much Fallen loves..”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, DEAN!!!”

Sam’s eyes transformed into glistening onyx as his chair flew backward, shattering upon the stone wall in a fury created by his brothers' flagrant disregard of his mandate that what happened in private stayed private, mimics Dean's stance.

The council members didn’t so much as twitch an eyelash, knowing that drawing either Winchester's attention would result in their demise. They were finally ordered to leave and, as silently as possible, gathered their items and escaped the oncoming storm.

“Crowley,” the former King of Hell stops, “finish going over those details we discussed, and any discrepancies you find, notify me immediately.”

“Of course, Sam,” the contract-savvy demon replied, smirking, “Squirrel,” and departs.

“Now that you have my undivided attention, we’ll finish this discussion privately.” Pushing off the table, Sam walked passed his brother, knowing he’d follow.

The word spread fast among the Citadels residents when there was trouble between the Winchesters, not a damned soul was to be found in its vast hallways.

Dean threw himself on the oversized leather couch as Sam crossed to a tall cabinet pressing on an ornately carved panel, opened a hidden compartment, pulled out a crystal decanter, and, after pouring two fingers of a liquid into a matching tumbler, moved to stand before the lit fireplace still fuming.

“You interrupted a congress that has been in progress since I acquired my Consort.”

Dean gets up, “I don’t think our Consort, the Queen Of Heaven, Hell, and Earth, would appreciate being referred to as acquired like one of those goddamn dusty tomes you still collect.” Snatching the glass from his brother swallows half its contents in one go.

“And for the record, you got to give her a name, not me. So as I see it, since she favors both of us in sexual congress, I’m entitled to call her whatever I want.”

“You named her after a fucking Jessica Drake porno!”

“You know Jessica Drake’s stuff?”

“You damn well know I watch porn too!” Sam huffed, “figured you’d pick something more like what was her name? The one you nailed from those Casa Erotica videos.”

Dean bites on his full bottom lip remembering the Good Faith Church’s APU chastity counselor Suzy Lee and ex-porn star Carmelita.

“Even if Y/N permits it, it still doesn’t give you the right to call her that publicly.”

Dean smirked, “So what’s it to be, Sammy? Cutting out my tongue or,” running a finger across his throat, making a wet noise.

“One day, I might have to.”

That stopped the smartass retort forming on the Knights lips watched Sam's broad shoulders sag before softly inquiring, “Remember how I was before her?”

Dean threw back the rest of the drink, recollecting his brothers' suffering.

Their existence in the Underlands progressed from months to years to decades; they found the Knight couldn’t replenish his superior blood fast enough, forcing Sam too, once again, resort to feeding from inferior demons during the in-between times.

Dean even briefly flirted with bringing Ruby back from the Empty for his brothers' exclusive use in whatever manner of choosing but scrapped the idea after observing Sam’s increased feeding leading to his excessive overindulgence in pussy and, much to his displeasure, others' cocks.

It began a cycle of spiraling the Boyking into physical pain and melancholy and knowing Ruby, the demon, would manipulate him for gains like before.

“Yeah, Sammy, I remember,” he replies in such a quiet tone his brother pauses before switching back to the initial reason his anger kindled.

“I guess I can’t keep this a secret from you anymore. That meeting you interrupted was the latest counsel referendum about options to fortify our defenses.”

“Fortifi..what the fucks going on, Sam?”

“Cas received a message from Joshua warning Heaven's incursion is imminent.”

“We have an ironclad deal with those dicks to stay outta each other's realms!”

“When we were in that prison realm, Y/N indicated there was a chance that the Angels would interpret removing her as a sign.”

“A sign of what?”

“God wants her restored upon all the thrones.”

“You brought her here knowing that and said nothing?!” Dean twists his free hand into his short hair, a leftover trait from his human days, indicating he’s freaking the fuck out.

“That wasn’t a referendum, Sam, it was a Greek Referendum…and you’re taking the rest of us down with you!!” He barked in a tone that once would have brought his kid brother to a heel then Dean's expression shifted to trepidation.

“Did Joshua say how much time we have before those dicks attack?” The Boyking started to divulge when, “Holdup, did he say anything about Chuck coming back?”

“Chuck never left, and some time ago, someone resumed publishing his new writing...”

“All this goddamn time, you knew and said nothing!” Dean's eyes flared black and threw the empty tumbler into the fireplace hearth, followed by a swing toward Sam's jaw, but it ended up quashed when a sensation flairs deep within, doubling the Knight over, and falls to his knees.

“You never learn.”

Dean peered up as Sam loomed over him with his imposing stature, and his eyes changed, not into the common onyx or the occasional yellow, denoting his actual status.

Instead, they transitioned into an ethereal luminosity.

“You’ve gotten away with things not because you’re a Knight of Hell but my brother,” Sam sighed, “but today you undermined my authority in front of the entire counsel because you never could shut the fuck up!”

The Boykings' attention transferred as the Queen Consort entered the chambers and glanced at the kneeling Knight moves to stand beside Sam, tipped her head back eyes fixated on him.

Sam cups his Consorts jaw, and leaned over, gently kissing her before responding to her inquiry, “Yes, it’s time.”

Y/N walked backward, motioning for Sam to follow began removing her clothes, and smiled as he stripped off his jacket and began unbuttoning the shirt.

“Dean, do you remember the last time we punished you for insubordination?" Sam glanced back and saw his brother's cock once again straining against the material of his jeans. "How we bound you, used you as nothing but a toy for our pleasure? Then Y/N inserted something that kept you orgasming.”

Dean closed his eyes at the memories and felt the sensation that’d dropped him morph into that long-ago pleasure. Groaning, he groped for the zipper and, in frustration, ripped his jeans open, freeing his turgid cock starts stripping wire.

“Guess you’ve figured out she didn’t remove it,” Dean's eyes snapped open and saw Sam, lying naked on an oversized chaise chair with Y/N leaning back on his chest, legs splayed over his playing with her dripping pussy, stripped his cock faster, “Or what it's intended for.”

Pausing his self-pleasure watched his brothers vast hands wrap around his consorts' hips and her face contorts into painful pleasure as he roughly fucks his substantial cock into her cunt repeatedly, using her as nothing more than a fleshlight rasped...

“If you’d have just done as asked Dean, freely consume her grace, wouldn’t have had to resort to this.”

The Knight's hand froze as his brother's words penetrated his pleasure-clouded mind, “What’d you do?”

“It’s the only way to get you to join us.”

The Knight, hearing the Consorts ethereal voice after years of silence, watched her double-tap Sam’s hand, and he slowed his thrusting into a gentle rolling motion.

“That drink was..wasn’t only alcohol,” she stumbled over her words as the Boykings' long fingers teased her clit, keeping her on edge, “infused with my grace to act..activate the Ovi in you...”

“THE WHAT IN ME?!”

”You inspired the idea, your erotic anime thing, which led her into hentai,” Sam says, “and Plan B.”

“Plan B?”

“That Ovi she implanted contains an undiluted dose of her grace,” Sam sighed, ”If you’d only supped from each other, it would’ve been...”

“Would’ve been what, Sammy?”

“When the casing finish’s deteriorating, your body will absorb her Grace which won’t be pleasant, be far worse than the Demon Curing Ritual.” His brothers' countenance pitched darker than the Empty, “But I’ll do anything to keep those feathery dicks outta here.”

The Boyking snapped his fingers, and a clear, squishy orb encapsulated the Knight felt his consorts' confusion answers..

“You’re the one who inquired about vores.”

SPN TAGS: @donnaintx @lyarr24 @flamencodiva @b3autyfuldisast3r @lassie-bird @nancymcl @spnbaby-67 @leigh70

Sam/Jared: @idreamofplaid

Dean/Jensen: @thoughts-and-funnies @stoneyggirl2 @akshi8278 @beabutterfly987 @smoothdogsgirl @siospins2

#boyking!sam x reader x knightofhell!dean #boy king of hell sam winchester #heed the warnings #knight of hell dean winchester #sam winchester #dean winchester #boyking!sam #knightofhell!dean #winchester brothers #moc!dean #bloodjunkie!sam #spnkinkbingo #anyfandomdarkbingo #supernatural au #spn au #supernatural

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horizon-verizon · 1 year ago

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Ladies-in-Waiting and Maids-of-Honor (Europe, but Mainly England)

*Self Correction*

From this post about the Strong sisters...

These are concerning official positions and assignments, not wives and daughters who just happen to follow their husbands and fathers to court and hang out with royal/high-ranking noblewomen (a bit different with girls/children but can vary). Both emerged from the French medieval queen (c. later 1200s) having her own "queenly" household the more time she spent with the king

A lady in waiting was/is:

(usually) currently married or widowed (thus older and going more toward Consorts and Regnants)

considered as something of a companion/secretary to a female royal family member (i.e., princesses either of "the blood" or consorts), a Queen Consort, Queen Regnant, even Queen "Mothers" & Dowagers OR higher ranked noble women

they do not cook & deep clean chambers nor look after the lady/princess/queen, these are servant jobs; they would mainly supervise those who did or relay messages of orders/directions

more often financially independent from the mistress bc they are married or a widow

Duties of a LiW (all quoted from Wiki):

proficiency in the etiquette

languages [profiency]

dances

horse riding

music making and painting prevalent at court

keeping her mistress abreast of activities and personages at court

care of the rooms and wardrobe of her mistress

secretarial tasks

supervision of servants, budget and purchases

reading correspondence to her mistress and writing on her behalf

discreetly relaying messages upon command

More duties (Brittanica):

putting on and removing the queen’s clothing and bathing her

*expected to put her needs above those of their own husbands and children

spent most of the day with the queen and provided her with companionship and entertainment in her private chamber

attending to the queen [in public functions] and participating in such events as ambassadorial receptions and masques -> proficiency in several languages

expected to maintain high moral standards -> avoiding scandal and often staying disengaged from politics...yet..."many queens required their ladies-in-waiting to pass along intelligence about their families and members of the court" Why?:

Exercising political power in the medieval and early modern patronage systems of royal courts was in fact a key element of the lives of ladies-in-waiting and often the reason that they sought such offices. A lady-in-waiting had direct access to the queen, who wielded varying degrees of influence over the king and his court. This allowed ladies-in-waiting to advance the petitions and career interests of their families and others. Many ladies-in-waiting received no official compensation for their work and were understood to have taken the office solely to gain social and political capital. [...] Ladies-in-waiting were particularly powerful in the courts of female monarchs who ruled independently, as they had direct access to and influence with the highest power in the land.

A maid of honor was:

always unmarried (thus usually much younger)

sometimes and in some courts, the "juniors" to the ladies in waiting; can be conceptualized as a sort of "apprentice" to LiW in regards to etiquette, learning from her higher-ranked superirors

can be entirely or mostly dependent on the mistress due to her unmarried status

[2nd source for "maid of honor": William Tighe, 'Familia reginae: the Privy Court', Susan Doran & Norman Jones, The Elizabethan World (Routledge, 2011), pp. 76, 79]

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