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youremyheaven · 1 year 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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wonder-worker · 6 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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selfshipping-superhero · 4 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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dreamconsumer · 28 days ago

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Elena of Savoy, Queen of Italy. By Tancredi Scarpelli.

#tancredi scarpelli #kingdom of italy #kingdom of montenegro #house of savoy #Elena del Montenegro #regina d'italia #Regina consorte d'Italia #queen consort #principessa del Montenegro #Кња��евина Црна Гора #Petrović Njegoš #Casato dei Petrović-Njegoš #regno d'italia #royalty

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multiverseofseries · 4 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.

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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.

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Dovremo aspettare due anni per la continuazione.

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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]

#self correction #ladies-in-waiting #asoiaf #westerosi women #women in westeros #medieval society #medieval europe #medieval court culture #definitions

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v3nusxsky · 2 years ago

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Always running | h&c

*Authors note~ Fem reader will be addressed as Isa or Isadora and her hiden name Nora as she is based off my OC Isadora.*

Trigger warning~ panic attacks past trauma

Prompt~ Y/n has a panic or anxiety attack you can choose, due to her past trauma and Larissa is there to help her through it.

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One foot in front of the other. Just keep going. A little further to the safety. Running. It's all you ever did. You'd been running since you were old enough to walk. But now finally at the age of 25 you were running far away. Never to return. Just keep running. Keep breathing. Just a little further. Crossing borders as you fled from everything you knew. It is exhausting but you can't give up. You need to be free. Running far enough to leave your demons in the past, your skeletons in the closest. Leaving behind all the responsibilities, the repercussions of other's actions and most importantly leaving behind reputation. Running to the unknown. Desperately seeking a safe haven. Would you ever get to settle down? What would life be if you weren't always running from everything in your past? Just keep going. Keep running. That's all you could do right?

You'd crossed so many borders that you honestly had no clue where you are. You'd been running for hours now. Exhaustion clouding your judgements, you decided to stop and rest for a while. Risky but needed. And stopping in the town you later knew was Jericho was the best thing to ever happen to you. But when you've always ran settling down is hard. The urge to keep running is strong. The fear of staying still and breathing is even more terrifying than it ever has been. All because of her.

Running alone. Easy. All you worry about is yourself. Keeping yourself safe, hidden and protected. But now, since Jericho, since meeting her and securing your first ever job beyond your title, running was absolutely terrifying. Fight or flight. You definitely would choose flight. But you can't now. You have responsibilities to the students at Nevermore Academy. For the first time you felt you belonged somewhere. And well your crush on the principle of the school? That definitely made you want to stay. But every day you stayed was a day closer to being found. You'd made your best efforts to blend in. Even using a fake name. You can't help the chuckle that escapes you at the thought of calling yourself "Nora Edwards" the quite lonely librarian. Oh no you were so much more. Daughter to the most powerful witch that reigned over the most prosperous kingdom. The only heir. Princess Isadora or Storybrook. Daughter of king consort Daniel and Queen Regina. Princess of the dark kingdom. Second in the rank of powers. Unlike your mother you hate your powers being used to injure or kill. No you refuse to be like her. The route of all evil always starts within. With greed and a thirst for more. Not something you want. So you ran. And you'll keep running from that side of you. As long as it takes. You may be a princess but ruling the dark kingdom isn't what you want. No, you quite like your life as a librarian.

Your friendship with Larissa blossomed on its own. For you it was an instant connection. Your magic calling to you that she was the one. You felt more powerful when you were with her. Like you could take on the world as long as she was with you. She was absolutely stunningly gorgeous and has a heart of gold, so when you feel for her oh you fell hard and fast. Of course it was kept private. Only you knew your feelings. It is too risky to tell her. Magic is triggered by emotion. The stronger the emotion the stronger the magic. There isn't much you can't do. It terrifies you that one day you could lose your control and accidentally forge a magical bond to the shapeshifter leaving her with no choice but to be bonded to you for life. Just like your mother had to Daniel. No you can't. So you hide. Running from your feelings. Running from your own mind. It's only a matter of time until you break you know that. But for now? Just keep running.

That is all what built up to this moment. Classes at Nevermore had ended a few hours ago, you elected to stay in the library. Being around the books always had the calming effect on you. Maybe it's because of all the time you spent with Princess Belle when she was held captive in the castle? She was the one who taught you to read. To believe In love. To believe in the good. Belle became more of a mother figure to you than the Queen herself. That's why you helped her escape the hell. Briefly you wondered where she was now. Did she find the man she mentioned? Did she go back to her kingdom? Was she Queen Belle now? You'd never know tho, all communication with Belle stopped the day you ran. It was just too risky. Brushing your thoughts off you continued to potter around the library replacing the books on the empty shelves. That's when you felt it. The ping through you magic. The ping that filled your stomach with dread. She was reaching out. Occasionally Regina would ping your magic through the bond she had forged when you were not old enough to understand the danger of it. Bonded to your mother for life? At three of course that sounded lovely. The pings getting stronger as you attempted to block her out. Get her out of your head. Run away. Panic rose through your body the stronger the pings became. Normally she'd give in by now. No this felt different.

Through the bond a message was sent. You couldn't block this out. Her rage broke through any defences you attempted to put up. Her message is simple. "I will find you Isadora Saige of Storybrook. She all but snarled the last bit. "You can't run forever princess!" That's all it took to send your mind into a flurry of frenzied thoughts. You had to leave. Run. Go away. You can't go back there. Yet your body refused. It's all because of her. The heart wants what the heart wants. No matter how much the brain tries to convince the heart it knows best, the heart will win. So here you stood in the library immobilised but the panic.

The thick mahogany door to the library opened louder than normal, causing you to hurry into the corner of the room like a scared child. They had found you. All that running was worthless. You wouldn't survive going back. And knowing the bond your mother already knew of your feelings for the headmistress. Larissa wasn't safe. You knew your mother. Playing dirty was something she excelled at. She isn't above hurting or killing people to achieve what she desires. You knew that all to well. You still sat curled into the corner limbs shaking like a leaf in a storm. You waited on bated breath for the dark knight's to grab you. Breathing erratically. But it never came.

"Oh Nora, what's happened? You're okay it's just me." The concern evident in her voice. The voice of an angel. Immediately feeling safer knowing she was here. But the guy feeling that your mother was coming still keeping you in the throes of your attack. These attacks have been occurring since you were a child. You knew what you needed. But never felt safe enough to seek it. Through short ragged breaths you managed to grit out "I'm n-ot N-Nra"

Of course you are honey. You're gonna be okay. May I touch you?" She questioned triggering the outburst of emotion you were afraid of. Immediately running on adrenaline you drew yourself to full height taking off the glamour spell you used to slightly tweak your appearance hiding your true identity.

"The lost princess? You're her?" She breathed out seemingly taken back by your new appearance. Shorter now, glasses perched on your nose, dark almost raven coloured waves just passing your chest. There was no going back now. Still running on adrenaline the truth exploded in front of you. Larissa still crouched down, baffled by what was unfolding in front of her.

"Lost?" You chuckled. You most certainly weren't lost how it was intended. "I fled my mothers kingdom. Just kept running. Never sure what or where I was going. Not ever settling in one place too long. Avoiding people to reduce the risk of being caught. Till I met you. My magic calls to you. I'm drawn to you. My love for you is strong. So strong in fact my magic attempts to create a bond with you but I can't allow it. I love you too much for that. Larissa trust me when I say I run for a reason. Please don't tell anyone." You trailed off realising what you were asking and your admission of love for the women. Your magic igniting inside you.

"You? Love me? Your the princess? This is you? Magic bond? Wh-what?" She managed to whisper out weakly. Your hands still shaking you came to crouch in front of the woman. Your panic attack still raging on, but the women you loved comes first. No matter what. You could sense her confusion over this.

"Princess Isadora Saige of storybrook Larissa. Daughter to king Daniel and Queen Regina of the dark kingdom. Second most powerful witch in all the realms." You sighed you hated this. God you wish you were someone else. Anyone else really. "Larissa I've been drawn to you since day one. I love you so much it's physically painful to stay away from you. But I have to protect you. From her. I'd take all the pain just to ensure your safety. You have to understand that what I'm asking of you is for the best darling. You must not tell anyone I'm the princess. Just Normie Nora okay?" You watched her reaction carefully looking for any signs of her not doing as you had asked. "Nor-Isa- um why are you running?" The curiosity radiated from her aura at the question. So you carefully explained the cliff note's version. The only reaction you were given was shocked gasps at the more ruthless parts.

By the time you'd finished explaining, just how your magic works, tears streaming down your face the panic was flooding your body once more. Your magic was unique you could do multiple things, like bonding and feeling the other's emotions, wielding the elements such as fire and hell you even possessed the ability to influence the thoughts of others. Hands shaking as you pulled yourself into the corner rocking slightly. A feeble attempt to calm yourself. "I-Isa-I what do I do? Breathe darling I need to know what to do." She whimpered out. Love radiating from her aura only adding to your panicked state.

"L-L-Ri-ss-a, I if you help" you took a short gasp of air the oxygen slowly leaving your lungs, "you will be bonded for life... to me." You warned.

"Darling, your love isn't unrequited, I just didn't think Normie Nora would want Shapeshifter me. Now hush and let me help. You need to breathe can you do that?"

"I - hold me?" You whimpered out the lack of air was dizzying now. Making the panic worse.

Swiftly, strong arms pulled you into her lap, hands tracing mindlessly over your spine hoping you'd copy her breathing pattern in an attempt to regulate your own. Tears trailing down your cheeks, you felt it happening. The emotional outburst caused your magic to reach out, bonding you to Larissa. She gasped out at the sudden unfamiliar feeling of your emotions surrounding her. She could feel the panic you were feeling like you were feeling her emotions. The love Larissa was pouring into the bond slowly calming your distressed state. A whimper escaping you as your mother pushed against your bond. A sharp pain running over your heart had you realising a silent scream. The older women terrified at what was happening.

"Isa! Isa what is it?" She frantically rushed out.

"M-mo-th-r " you gasped through the waves of the squeezing pain. You hated that she could do this. Magic really does suck sometimes. You attempted to push calming vibes into the bond as the waves eased off. This was a punishment from the queen. You'd bonded to someone other than her, this made her furious. You knew that. But you'd be damned if you were to say you wanted nothing more than Larissa. Your body laid limp in her arms, exhausted as you waited out the pain. Your mother couldn't keep it up forever. After all it exhausted her using this much magic over such a distance.

"Rissa?" You whimpered scared of her reaction to all this new information. "I I'm sorry I didn't tell you... I was scared. I've always ran. You make me want to stay. I didn't want to hurt you. I'm sorry I'm so sorry your fated to me now" you sobbed in her arms.

"Hey hey princess, I am happy to be fated to you dear, and you don't need to run no more because we will be here for eachother. Queen Regina won't hurt you here." She promised with so much confidence it was hard not to believe her.

"What if she tries you don't know what she's capable of Rissa" the fear was still laced in your voice.

"Isa you are loved by so many in Nevermore we have a school of witches, seers, vampires, wear wolves, sirens, gargones and more who would happily defend "miss Nora" she reassured me. "Isa?"

"Mmm? "

"It's a pretty name for a pretty lady."

"Isa for you Nora for everyone else yeah?"

"Okay my darling Isa"

With that your body subconsciously snuggled closer before giving into the exhaustion you felt.

Larissa held you there until you came round just protecting and processing the whole event. Who would've knew her fated love with be a secret princess? She looked down as you slept her index finger tracing your features of your face watching as a content sigh escaped and you snuggled impossibly closer. Yes this maybe a fucked up way to find out. But you had eachother now. And she promised herself there and then that you her darling Isa wouldn't ever have to run again.

Word count ~ 2512

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kickingitwithkirk · 1 year ago

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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.”

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Sam/Jared: @idreamofplaid

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

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bloodcursecycle-if · 5 months ago

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(may be updated as the story progresses)

The Queen of the Woodlands Kingdom

Name: Claudia Velia d'Emeraude Gender: Female (she/her) Age: 51 Status: Alive Appearance: Medium Olive-Toned skin, Long Wavy Dark Brown hair, Dark Green eyes Cursebearer Status: No Bio: Claudia is the current Queen of the Woodlands Kingdom and is one of Alceste's mothers. She's a shrewd and cunning leader, but has a high-strung and anxious personality. Her personality is balanced out well with her wife's more calm and steady personality. Their children call her "Mother" to differentiate Claudia from her wife. She is very annoyed and anxious that Alceste is basically ignoring his Curse.

The Queen-Consort of the Woodlands Kingdom

Name: Regina d'Emeraude (née Elbites) Gender: Female (she/her) Age: 51 Status: Alive Appearance: Light skin, Medium-Length Straight Brown hair, Teal eyes Cursebearer Status: No Bio: Regina is the current Queen-Consort of the Woodlands Kingdom and is Alceste's second mother. Before marrying into the royal family, she was a commoner, which caused a bit of a fuss when Claudia went to marry her. Unlike her wife, Regina is calm and steady with a rational mind, complementing her wife's more high-strung and anxious personality. Their children call her "Mom" or "Mama" to differentiate her from her wife. She is also concerned that Alceste is brushing off his Curse.

The First Princess of the Woodlands Kingdom

Name: Eirene Regina d'Emeraude Gender: Female (she/her) Age: 22 Status: Alive Appearance: Light skin, Long Straight Dark Brown hair, Teal eyes Cursebearer Status: No Bio: Eirene is the First Princess of the Woodlands Kingdom and is Alceste's younger sister. She is highly interested in governing and politics, often shadowing her mother as she goes about her duties. She's mature, polite, and well-put together. She's very proper and finds her older brother's numerous flings and carefree nature to be annoying, at best, and irritating, at worst.

The Second Princess of the Woodlands Kingdom

Name: Lyssa Claudia d'Emeraude Gender: Female (she/her) Age: 20 Status: Alive Appearance: Medium Olive-Toned skin, Chin-Length/Bobbed Wavy Brown hair, Dark Green eyes Cursebearer Status: Unknown Bio: Lyssa is the Second Princess of the Woodlands Kingdom and is the youngest of Alceste's sisters. She's taken up an interest in healing rather than politics, governing, or war/military. She takes many trips out throughout the Woodlands Kingdom's territory, learning and visiting the common people to help treat them. She's caring, but a bit shy and quiet and nervous when meeting new people. She gets over it quickly, though. While she has a close relationship with everyone in her family, she's more distant than the others.

The Second Prince of the Woodlands Kingdom

Name: Orin Regis d'Emeraude Gender: Male (he/him) Age: 15 Status: Alive Appearance: Light skin, Medium-Length Straight Dark Brown hair, Teal eyes Cursebearer Status: Unknown Bio: Orin is the Second Prince of the Woodlands Kingdom and is also the youngest of Alceste's siblings. He hasn't decided on a focus of study yet, but he seems to be leaning towards military/military strategy. He enjoys playing pranks on people of the palace and the court, often earning him the ire of some nobles. He, like his brother, is also pretty laid-back, easy-going and carefree. Unlike Alceste, though, Orin is able to take some things seriously.

Princess Eirene's Lady-in-Waiting and Member of the Woodlands Kingdom's Royal Court

Name: Daphne Leido Gender: Female (she/her) Age: 22 Status: Alive Appearance: Medium Olive-Toned skin, Long Straight Dark Brown hair, Grey eyes Cursebearer Status: No Bio: Daphne Leido is a noble woman who's a member of the Woodlands Kingdom's Royal Court and is one, if not the, closest of Princess Eirene's Ladies-in-Waiting. She also happens to be Alceste's ex, having been together for 2 years before splitting up. Commoners like to call her the "Wannabe Princess", a title which she's annoyed with. She's polite and nice with an air of reserved elegance. She is often found walking around with Eirene in the palace gardens or on her own in the library.

#blood curse cycle #info post #side characters #woodlands kingdom

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snowbellewells · 1 year ago

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Self Promo Sunday: "Bless What is Given You"

I realize that it's time to roll out the Christmas-y fics, but I had one more Thanksgiving story, and I didn't want to leave it out. I hope you will still enjoy it, even in December. There’s a nod to a missing moment from 3x19, but then it jumps to post s6 in Storybrooke, to all of them in their happy beginning… Most of this is also written in Robin Hood's point-of-view, so there is some Outlaw Queen in amongst the larger Swan Jones Charming Mills family fluff, if that is a deal-breaker for anyone...

** Also available on AO3, if that is your preference **

by: @snowbellewells

“Do you mean to tell me you think you know better than a queen?” Regina’s haughty voice practically dripped disdain from each clipped, precise syllable she spoke. The perfect arch of her sculpted brow rose in question, disbelief and disapproval clear on her challenging, flawless face, even if her tone had not made her opinion more than apparent. “My mother was Rumplestiltskin’s most prized pupil; he sought me out himself to train me as well, chose me to cast his precious Dark Curse… Do you honestly think the fact that you can scare off a few monkeys with your arrows and you’ve been squatting in his deserted castle makes you a better judge of...of…” Even though she spoke the “you” as though her mouth was swallowing something foul and her face scrunched up accordingly, it seemed that the formerly Evil Queen was at a rare loss for words to express just how ridiculous the very idea was.

Unfazed, the scruffy archer gazed right back at her cheekily, seeming more than a bit amused by her ruffled feathers and inability to continue. “Not sure that is quite the distinction you’re making it out to be, Milady,” he offered with a smirk.

From across the way, Snow couldn’t seem to resist chiming in with the outlaw who had once befriended a princess on the run; who, in what now seemed like another life had helped her fine-tune her skills with a bow and advised her on spots in the forest where one could most easily hunt game to eat without encountering Regina’s guards. Though Snow had long since made the choice to put their painful and sordid history in the past, there was something that teased a warble of delighted laughter up her throat at the sight of this bandit who once graced “Wanted” posters by her side agitating Regina to the point of losing all her icy, polished reserve. “It is a bit of a dubious honor, Regina, you have to admit.”

Charming beside her dipped his head to hide the chuckle rumbling in his chest as well, reaching across their round council table’s polished surface to squeeze her hand. The shepherd-prince consort would have been lying if he refused to admit there wasn’t a part of him who enjoyed watching her Majesty flounder for her unaffected poise. It went without saying that the curse they were speaking of had ripped he and Snow apart and taken their daughter from his arms almost the moment she was born; consigning them all to 28 lonely years of misery. The truth was that plain and that simple, but he wisely held his tongue. At least since his recent pirate friend had gone off on his own after their arrival back in their land, Robin was someone with whom he could break a bit of the tension and who might lighten all of their dark and despairing moods once in a while.

As they returned to discussing the plan to raid Gold’s castle here in their home realm, knowing Zelena had holed up in the Dark One’s stronghold - with Rumplestiltskin himself still prisoner - it became clear it was really the only method they had left to try, to hope that the man who always knew so much more than anyone else would also know some way out of this mess, some way to stop Regina’s rage and envy fueled half-sister. Belle across the table looked pale and strained, her lips pressed together in a thin line but determined, needing to help in whatever way she could. Even if they couldn’t free her True Love, even if his mind were already too fractured by his near death, the half-possession that had held his son’s mind within his body as well, and then that son’s violent loss, he wouldn’t want things to continue as they were; with him under Zelena’s control and bent to her will. Belle had to cling to that truth if nothing else.

Seeming to sense her flagging spirit, Charming saw Leroy sitting next to her place a clumsily large, ax-calloused hand over her slender, tiny one and give it a reassuring squeeze. The dwarf leaned over to whisper encouragingly to the petite beauty, and the prince realized that even within his inner circle of friends and allies there were deeper friendships, and stories leading to them, that he didn’t know, as Belle’s petite frame relaxed and her tense shoulders lowered slightly at the stout little man’s clearly welcomed assurances. The former shepherd thought he just made out the kind, if gruffly voiced, words, “Hang in there, Sister, the battle ain’t over yet.” Charming smiled; that might as well be a mantra for all of them.

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Robin of Locksley, otherwise known in the Enchanted Forest these days by his more colorful moniker of Robin Hood, simply could not seem to help it. He knew something about him - be it his cavalier attitude towards risk and danger, his leisurely and rather lax methods of ruling over his crew (Can he help it if he’d trust them with his life and has never had cause to question their loyalty or skill?) or perhaps it was just his very form and person she objected to. Whatever the case may be, he couldn’t help goading her Majesty, rattling that posh control of which the woman seemed so proud. Behind the cool and haughty veneer Regina Mills carefully wore, he sensed something injured - fragile, even - though she would be appalled at the thought that any weakness showed, he had no doubt of that. The irony, of course, was that bit of a chink in her flawless armor was the one thing that kept him from dismissing her as another selfish, cruel royal stepping on the backs of those less fortunate to get ahead. Her tiny show of pained humanity, the loneliness hidden behind those large dark eyes, beguiled him no matter how hard he tried to resist; drew his empathy where otherwise he would have had only scorn for her past actions and the villain she had been.

They were in the Dark Castle; seemingly, hopefully, having escaped Zelena’s notice so far, but stymied by a large door into the chamber where Rumplestiltskin had to be imprisoned. They had searched the entire rest of the castle and found it empty. None of them were foolish enough, however, to assume that the fact that they had not yet seen the Wicked Witch meant that the way ahead was safe or that she had not laid hidden snares for any intruders. Particularly not if this door were the barrier beyond which she was hiding the powerful being she meant to both use and prove herself to. There had been no other closed doors until this one, after all.

With a huff of impatience, as if she couldn’t be bothered to waste another second of her time - even with safety - the former Queen reached forward, her perfectly manicured hand nearly to the golden inlaid handle despite the Princess Snow’s warnings for caution and the Lady Belle’s wise suggestion that they wait. What appeared as bold unconcern and decisiveness radiated down her spine of steel, held ramrod-straight, but there was a slight tremor in those pale fingers, one he would have missed if he hadn’t been seeking it, just before they closed around the polished metal.

Some strange shiver of foreboding knowledge borne of a life in the forest, in the shadows, constantly on the move, pursued and on the run, made some more-than-tangible knowledge run through him, and Robin’s limbs and muscles were reacting before his mind issued a conscious order. Knowing the proud woman plowing ahead would not heed any words he called out anyway, he had silently reached over his shoulder, pulled an arrow from his quiver, nocked it to his bow, and let it fly before another moment passed, startling Regina enough as its course whistled past her ear to make her jerk back several steps.

The feathered missile embedded in the heavy oaken portal with the solid “thunk” of a shot ringing true, but to the horror of all, rather than remaining there, vibrating from its landing, the arrow was lost from sight as the entire door was engulfed in instantaneous flames.

Watching the blaze which would undoubtedly have devoured her as well had he allowed her to pull open that door before loosing his arrow, Regina paused for mere moments before whipping around, dark eyes flashing, to arrest him angrily. “That arrow nearly took off my head!” she barked, voice as sharp as jagged glass.

Robin shot back, unable to keep himself from rising to the bait. Her lack of gratitude didn’t even surprise him by that point, but he hadn’t intended to be chastised for his quick-thinking aversion of danger either. “Where I come from a simple thank you would have sufficed.”

The regent’s black eyebrow rose in eloquent derision, making her opinion of where he came from quite clear without speaking a word. Yet, despite that hateful, snarling facade he could see the slight tremor he had previously noticed in her pale hands become a full-body quivering that, while still not plainly visible, had to be making it hard for her to remain standing, much less glaring at him with such vitriol. Her full, blood-red-painted lips trembled minutely as well until her perfect white teeth bit into the lower one, stilling it and making him swallow heavily with some reaction he couldn’t explain. She was shaken; that much he knew. But he could understand refusing to admit fear, not being able to let it show for the sake of those who follow, who must see strength to stay their course.

Thankfully, the clearly magical blaze soon expired and the way before them was as clear and unbarred as all the previous entryways they had encountered. Not without a bit of trepidation, but also as brave and determinedly as he had long since learned their hero contingent to be, Prince Charming and Snow pressed forward, followed anxiously by Belle (whom Robin’s heart panged for as she clearly ached to find the man she loved still able to recognize her and navigate his own mind) and the rest of their group. Regina just to the side, looked for all the world as if she were in no particular hurry to enter and see her former mentor, but could instead care less one way or the other. Hanging back, the outlaw of Sherwood Forest made sure the others had passed through the door and into the other room, well out of hearing, before he stepped up to Regina’s side, drawing almost nose-to-nose with her. He then leaned forward practically brushing the shell of her ear as he murmured. “There’s no need to pretend you’re made of stone, your Majesty…” He put precise emphasis on the title which she had let him know in no uncertain terms she preferred upon their first meeting in the forest. “In fact, with the present company, I believe you might get much further by letting them see that you have doubts and fears, just as they do. I know I like you much better seeing you as more than the Evil Queen.”

At her sharp intake of air with his last pronouncement, he pulled back quickly, half expecting a slap to be stinging his skin at any moment. Instead, he found color rising hotly up her neck, her chest rising and falling strenuously in that ridiculously low-cut corseted gown, and her generally looking more flustered and affected than he had ever seen her before.

She opened and closed her mouth soundlessly for several seconds until her tart tongue seemed to return to her, then spit out a quick, “Insolent bandit,” before moving to brush past him and follow the others.

Something in Robin snapped and surged to life in answer to her challenge; not allowing her to push him aside, he grasped her upper arm firmly and held on, her back to the wall and crowding in close to her, until their breaths were mingling in the same air, their faces were so close. Even as his pulse pounded and his heart rate skyrocketed, Robin wondered what had come over him. The woman had maimed and killed, schemed and plotted for her own selfish ends, and stood for everything he had devoted himself to toppling. She was nothing like his beloved Marian had been; someone with whom he would not have imagined sharing a thing in common - and yet he couldn’t fight the pull he felt. The need to imprint upon her not to put her life at risk so needlessly again.

Sweeping forward, he dove into an all-consuming kiss, taking her mouth with his and giving no quarter, delving further instead, and swallowing the whimper and hum that escaped her throat unconsciously, despite her best attempts to remain unaffected.

Regina’s hands grappled blindly at his biceps as if trying to steady herself. She scrabbled for solid support before helplessly melting against him, opening for his questing mouth and giving herself over to the heated embrace. When they finally broke for air, she was breathless, and he huffed out a winded chuckle himself when she managed, “Well, Thief, that really was quite pleasant… Even if you do still smell of forest.”

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Several realms, curses, and years later, in Storybrooke

The three men and their half dozen offspring of various ages creeping through the woods on the border of Storybrooke out near the town line are quiet and intent, completely and unabashedly focused on their prize. Up ahead, atop the small rise of a hill as the sun climbs fully into the cold, clear November morning sky, their prey struts proudly, stopping occasionally to offer its warbled call or peck at the rough ground beneath its feet. They have been tracking the large turkey for some time now, since before day fully dawned, and the time to strike has come at last.

Briefly, the thought flits through Robin’s head that this could be the same tom that had escaped himself and his Merry Men in this same forest years ago, when the hunt had been interrupted by the nightmarish interruption of a winged simian attacker and LIttle John’s subsequent transformation. To this day, the large and otherwise unflappable man stays far away from this particular section of the forest and refuses to go anywhere near the town line on foot. A quick glance at David and his preteen son to the right, then Killian and his little girl and second son to the left, gives him the hint from both men’s expressions that they are also remembering that rather ill-fated day, as bows are readied and last instructions offered.

He can only hope they will face nothing so unexpected this fine morn. The turkey before them has been promised to grace the main table of the large community Thanksgiving feast, and between the three men and their brood of adventurous junior hunters it is a matter of pride that they not return empty-handed today. Roland was promised the first unobstructed shot, and the young man, just barely a teenager but already capable and thoughtful as an adult, has already taken aim and is readying his shot to fly, much to his half-sister Margot’s displeasure as she stands just behind her big brother at Robin’s elbow. She is as untamed and mischievous as Roland is quiet and serious, and was much put out at the decision that Roland as the oldest child should get first chance, arguing rather heatedly that Roland might be biggest but she was the best shot. His blond-braided, green-attired second child is one of the best shots he’s ever seen at barely ten, but if she doesn’t learn to keep her temper and her slightly spoiled younger sibling petulance under control, he is certainly in for further trials in a few years.

Even in the few silent moments afforded him as they all hold their breaths, Rob feels the gratitude and love he has for his children, and the friends and adopted family surrounding them, surge through him with new strength. He had so very nearly left this world, numerous times over, as had the men on either side of him, and the women each of them loved. It was part of the heavy mantle they wore when standing against the Darkness in the world and fighting it back from the light and good time after time. Still, what better time than the present holiday to give thanks for the fact that they are all still standing and present to celebrate together?

Roland lets out a soft breath and then releases the arrow, just as a sharp cry rings out to the left. His son’s aim is true, but the bird is startled from its perch just in time to have the shot glide by beneath its talons as it takes flight. David on his right is already directing Leo to adjust his aim quickly and get off a second shot, even as Robin’s eyes sweep to where Killian is righting Hope from a tumble over a jutting tree root, brushing off her dark leggings and checking her for injury as she clearly struggles to hold back embarrassed and disappointed tears.

What he hasn’t banked on is his daughter’s inability to wait her turn or hold back any longer. Quick as whip, Margot lets fly, striking the bird right as she intends and sending it toppling from the sky. Mouth falling open in surprise at her audacity and her skill in equal measure, Robin can’t help the surge of pride at his daughter’s prowess, even if he knows he should admonish her for taking Leo’s moment from him and wondering if he should be making certain Roland doesn’t feel overshadowed. However, his eldest spares him the trouble when he whoops and claps Margot on the shoulder, crying out “You got him on the fly, Sis! Nice one!”

When the whole group converges together, he decides to let the lecture about abiding by the rules and taking turns slide for the time being upon noticing that Leo looks rather relieved that the pressure to prove his mettle before their quarry escaped has been taken off of his shoulders. Instead, he claps his little girl on the shoulder, squeezing with gentle affection until she looks up at him, beaming. Like her brother before her, she is growing much too fast, turning into a young lady before his eyes, and so for a moment, he lets himself revel in the fact that she still wants to spend time out in the woods with him and wishes to make him proud. Her papa won’t hold the favored spot in her heart forever, so he may as well savor it while he can.

He thinks Killian’s youngest, barely old enough to be tromping around out here with them in truth, looks a bit teary at the downed and unnaturally still bird before them, so he hurries to bag their prize for the journey homeward and puts it out of sight over his shoulder while Killian picks his tired youngest up off his feet and begins asking him how many different types of trees he can recognize from their leaves on the way back. That seems a bit difficult for a five-year-old until little Liam David begins happily babbling (suitably distracted thankfully) and pointing out oaks, maples and scotch pines as the pirate’s unerring sense of direction leads their whole troupe out of the forest toward the main road where they’ve left their trucks, Margot takes his hand, and Hope her grandpa’s, and Roland and Leo fall in behind talking amiably and carrying the bows. Apparently they have a budding naturalist in their midst as well, and Killian Jones - as usual - knows exactly what he is doing.

When he, Roland, and Margot trail back into the mayoral mansion some time later, discarding their muddy boots by the door, but still scattering crumbled leaves and dirt in the entryway, Regina stands in the hall shaking her head, and directs the children toward the laundry room to discard their outerwear before heading up to wash for dinner. She looks at him, trying to muster exasperation, but unable to do so. That flawless Queen is long gone; she has come a long way since they snapped and snarled at each other in self-preservation back in their home realm, neither wanting to fall in love and risk heartbreak again.

Snatching his jacket collar and pulling him in close, Regina nips at his lips playfully before murmuring against his scruffy cheek, “You still smell like forest,” she mocks, “but somehow you’ve managed to steal my heart.”

He shakes his head, offering back words she’d stunned him with once long ago, “That’s not quite the way I remember it. If I recall, your heart was given to me,” he whispers, emotion taking over the jest, “and a person can’t steal what’s been given to him.”

All in all, he’s been given much more than a simple archer from Sherwood Forest could have ever hoped.

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