#antoinette asks

[anto-pops]

Playing With Fire - Sebastian Sallow x Female!Reader

Summary: “Maybe we should forget about waiting for the wedding. Maybe I should plant my seed early. Right here,” his rough, possessive fingers pressed down harder, making you quake violently. “That way everyone will know who you belong to.” 

Alternatively summarized as you try getting Sebastian's undivided attention by making him jealous, but he doesn't take too kindly to your methods...

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: 18+, aged up characters, Auror!Sebastian Sallow, Unspeakable!MC, explicit sexual content, possessive behavior, breeding kink, rough sex, voyeurism

Ahem... whatever this is, it's up on Ao3

There was no mistaking the murderous glint in Sebastian’s eyes as he dragged you through the hallway towards his office. Some Ministry workers stared, their eyes wide with alarm as the Auror manhandled you along behind him. Others whispered, because it wasn’t everyday that an Unspeakable such as yourself found themselves being bullied so brazenly. Everyone could see clear as day that something was going on between the two of you. 

But no one dared to move. No one wanted to risk piercing the suffocating silence that emanated from Sebastian. His pounding footsteps were louder than any verbal form of fury, anyway. 

It didn’t surprise you that he was acting like this. What he had seen you and your colleague discussing was important; top secret, official Ministry business that you were sworn to keep secret. Any information pertaining to the Veil in the Death Chamber was strictly prohibited from being reiterated outside of the Department of Mysteries. So when your fiancé had walked into the main hall of your workplace and spotted you and a coworker hunched over a table together– shoulder to shoulder and murmuring in low voices– of course his first reaction had been to get territorial. 

This was Sebastian Sallow, after all. He had never been the sharing sort, especially not when it came to you.  

You and your colleague clamming up upon his arrival probably hadn’t helped you look any less guilty, but that was what you’d been counting on. Besides, what choice did you have? The topic of discussion was classified. Your fiancé of six months knew that you weren’t at liberty to discuss your work– not like he could as an Auror. 

Still, that hadn’t stopped him from wordlessly yanking you away from your poor, terrified associate. Sebastian hadn’t made a noise the entire time he hauled you behind him through the Ministry towards the Auror offices. 

The door plaque with his name on it glinted mockingly as the man shoved it open, pulling you inside quickly before shutting it with a resounding boom. Before you could so much as blink, Sebastian had you shoved against his desk, pulling a gasp from your throat and sending a litany of parchment and other trinkets clattering to the ground. He didn’t so much as glance at the mess. 

No, he was too busy glaring at you as he peeled his coat from his shoulders. The attire was thrown harshly atop a small, cushiony chair in the corner of the room as if it had offended him somehow, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything about it. You were too busy analyzing the fire blazing in his dark, penetrating eyes. You had lit it, and you were now faced with taking the brunt of the heat. 

“What the hell was that?” Sebastian’s voice was gruff when he finally spoke, leaning forward to pin your hips to the desk with his own. “Since when did Unspeakables work so closely together with one another?”

“Sebastian, it was nothing. We were just discussing our findings–”

His face ducked lower so it was directly beside your ear, his warm breath fanning across your skin as his fingers dug into the curve of your waist. “Does ‘discussing findings’ have to be done in another man’s lap, or did I miss that addendum in my letter of employment? You were practically inside of him.” 

You inhaled sharply when Sebastian’s blunt nails raked up your sides, pulling your tucked shirt out of your skirt. “It was just work. You know I can’t talk about it with you–” 

“Maybe you should,” he growled, pulling back to grip your chin and force you to look at him. “Maybe I need to know what warrants such familiarity amongst Unspeakables. Did you want me to catch you like that? Were you secretly hoping that I would walk in and find you cozying up to some random man that wasn’t me?”

“No! Of course not– you’re blowing this out of proportion!” 

“Am I?” He leaned down again, brushing his lips against your jaw before his mouth curved up into a wicked smile. “I’m your fiancé. I’m the one you said yes to when I asked you to marry me. I’m the only man you should ever let get that close to you. Or do you not agree?” 

“Of course I agree, but I can’t help what happens when I’m at work–” 

Your excuses were silenced by Sebastian’s teeth suddenly clamping down on your earlobe, a startled hiss bursting from you before you could stop it. “Liar,” he whispered. “There’s this thing called professionalism. You could tell your colleague,” he spat the word venomously, his grip on your waist tightening, “that it’s inappropriate to discuss your findings so close together. You could remind the oaf that you’re engaged– that he doesn’t stand a chance with you, and that he should quit while he’s ahead.” 

Sebastian shifted his hips back and gave himself space to begin undoing the buttons of your blouse, his hands moving startlingly fast over the clasps. You hardly had the time nor the ability to stop him– not with how turned on you found yourself becoming. Some might say the man you were in love with was overbearing and possessive, and they would be right… but those facets of Sebastian’s character were parts of him that you relished in. 

Which was exactly why you had made sure to set the scene he had walked in on perfectly. 

You’d known your fiancé was coming to pick you up for your lunch break since he had been so busy with work recently. He had promised you last night that he would make his recent absence up to you at the first opportunity, but a lunch date wasn’t exactly what you’d had in mind. You had been hoping for this exact scenario the moment the two of you made it home in the evening. 

Sebastian forgoing waiting and dragging you to his office, though? That hadn’t been expected. He wasn’t even going to bother with waiting to stake his claim on you. 

And despite your nosy, fellow employees lurking around outside the door, you liked that he wasn’t waiting. A lot. 

You glanced down at your chest once Sebastian had yanked your blouse over your shoulders, discarding the attire over his shoulder roughly. He ripped your brassiere away next, instantly kneading one of your breasts in his large hand with dizzying possession. “Look at me,” he hissed, the authority in his voice compelling you to listen. Through your lashes, you could see the heady flush creeping across his cheeks as he stared down at you, his ruddy skin a byproduct of lust and rage. “Say it. Tell me who you belong to.” 

You didn’t hesitate for a second before whispering, “You, Sebastian…” 

Your voice trembled meekly, your eyes fixed on his as you tried to play innocent in the face of his wrath. But he saw right through your ruse– he always did. 

“Tell me the truth, darling.” Sebastian demanded, his tone smokey and icy all at once. “You knew what you were doing back there, didn’t you?” 

That devilish smirk reserved solely for you appeared on his face– the one that promised ruin and domination. He knew you had planned for this. He was well aware that you had been upset with him for prioritizing work for the last two weeks. You had told him as much time and time again, but there was little either one of you could do about it. The Ministry demanded much from its two prize workers; when duty called, you both answered at the drop of a hat. It was an unfortunate side-effect of being the Hero of Hogwarts and the youngest Auror to ever be assigned his own team. 

Sebastian knew you as well as you knew him. He could read you like a book– was intimately familiar with the way your brain worked. Your shoddy attempt at appearing demure wouldn’t work on him. 

His impatience was made palpable when he pinched the peak of your breast between his index finger and thumb, wringing a whine from your throat that you struggled to keep quiet. “Y-Yes,” you finally answered, your voice catching. “Yes, I knew what I was doing.” 

“You like to play dangerous games, darling. Is this what you wanted? You wanted me pissed enough to ruin you here with all these people around?” 

No. You had hoped for your bold actions to result in Sebastian stewing in jealousy for the entire day, then driving him to ignore his office at home to give you some attention. The plan had been for this exact situation to transpire in the comfort of your own house. Not here. Not while the two of you were at work. “Not… exactly…” you croaked. 

He chuckled darkly, releasing your breast and your waist to free his cock from the confines of his trousers. The full length of him was already at play– the tip leaking violently and bulging veins conveying his excitement well enough. He reached up to shove at your shoulder, guiding you back against the desk quickly and mercilessly, “Yeah, I’m sure you thought you had it all figured out, huh? Too bad I can guess every move of yours before you make it.” 

His cock glistened in the office light as he gathered the fabric of your skirt into a messy heap below your navel, holding it there as he slapped his length against your wet folds. “So don’t argue with me when I give you exactly what you wanted, darling.” 

The blunt head pressed against your dripping entrance, the pressure driving your heart into your throat as you stared up at Sebastian with wide eyes. He flashed you another sinful smirk before shifting forward, driving the entirety of his length inside of you in one fluid motion. 

You gasped– no, cried his name as he breached you. It was so sudden. So deep, so thick, so overwhelming, that your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you struggled to adjust to the abrupt intrusion. The sound of your voice would likely carry. The people milling about outside of Sebastian’s office could probably hear you, and maybe some of them were even listening in considering the spectacle they had witnessed leading up to this moment. 

But you didn’t care. You couldn’t care. All you could focus on was the feeling of his cock stretching you open after two long weeks of forced celibacy, and you loved it. 

Your walls fluttered and clamped down on him, wringing a groan from Sebatian’s throat that intermingled with your panted breathing. “So tight…” he groaned, hunching over you as he planted both of his hands on either side of your waist. “You like this, don’t you, love? Making me watch you fawn over some other bloke just so you could end up under me, stuffed full of my cock?” 

Your eyes were half-lidded when you met his unwavering stare, your lips parted around shaky exhales and soft mewls. Then you nodded, no longer interested in trying to uphold your innocent facade. “Yes…” 

Sebastian’s eyes flashed, and then he was straightening his spine so he could lend his full strength to his movements. The first jerk of his hips had his cock punching into you so roughly that you cried out again, and you felt his nails bite into your skin in response to the sound. “No one could ever have you like this,” he grunted in-between thrusts, raking his fingers down your sides and leaving angry, red welts in their wake. “No one could ever fuck you the way I do. Isn’t that right? Tell me.” 

“Yes,” you gasped, your back arching off the desk when you felt him plant his thumb against your clit, circling the nub rapidly as he pounded into you. “Only you– there’s only you, Sebastian.” 

“Damn right there’s only me,” he echoed wickedly, his lust-dark eyes narrowing at you as he watched you writhe around atop the wood. Pleased with your confession, he angled his hips just so, aiming for the area inside of you that he never failed to find with stunning proficiency. It didn’t take long– barely half a second– and then your body began to tremble in response to his assault on that magic spot. The head of his cock kissed against it over and over, and coupled with his unrelenting attention on your bundle of nerves, you felt tension take root deep in your gut. “You’re mine, darling. There’s a band on your finger that proves it.” 

Your moans turned high-pitched, and your fingers dug into the wood of the desk as you desperately tried to ground yourself. “S-Sebastian– fuck– I can’t–”

The lone hand on your waist shifted so it was splayed across your lower stomach. Sebastian grinned maniacally as he applied a careful amount of pressure there, forcing you to feel every inch of his cock as he hammered into your cunt with feral intention. It knocked the air clean from your lungs– your breathless gasps of his name suddenly quiet enough that you knew he was the only one who could hear them. 

“Maybe we should forget about waiting for the wedding. Maybe I should plant my seed early. Right here,” his rough, possessive fingers pressed down harder, making you quake violently. “That way everyone will know who you belong to.” 

Fuck– it was too much. His dirty, shameless talking, the brutal thrusts against the deepest parts of you, his thumb moving ceaselessly over your clit. It was overwhelming– all of it threatening to send you careening over the edge even though you didn’t want a second of the euphoria to end. 

Sebastian’s nails dug into your skin– right above where he knew your womb was– branding you with crescent shaped imprints that made your stomach lurch with arousal. You weren’t walking out of here without marks, that was for certain. Markings from the man you were set to marry would litter your flesh for days to come, and that thought made the tension in your gut amplify tenfold. 

“S-Sebastian,” you whimpered, lifting a shaky hand to grasp the one he had splayed against your stomach. “I– I love you, I’m sorry– I love you–” 

He groaned when your walls fluttered around his cock. It was as though your body was trying to swallow him deeper– sucking him in further as you neared your blissful precipice. “You can’t do that anymore, darling,” he leaned down, capturing your lips with his briefly before biting down on your bottom lip. “No more taunting me like that. No more.” 

You nodded helplessly beneath him as he rammed his hips into you for emphasis, tears of pent-up pleasure quickly welling in your eyes. “I won’t. I promise, I won’t– please, I’m so close–”

Sebastian’s thumb pressed harder against your clit, circling the nub too fast and too firmly for you to think straight. Your legs kicked out on either side of him at the overstimulation, your voice falling off into a sharp, strung out sob as you continued to plead brainlessly. 

“Please, Gods, please–” 

His lips were directly against your ear when he growled, “Go on, love. Come for me. I want you drooling and crying– too full of me to even fucking walk.” 

Sebastian never relented as you crept closer to the brink. His thrusts turned brutish, faster, and more unforgiving as he furiously worked his thumb over your bundle of nerves. The animalistic grunts he let loose were laced with a tangible hunger that finally caused the knot in your stomach to snap. 

And it snapped hard. 

All at once, your body seized. Your back arched off the desk and pressed against his chest, a ragged moan ripping from your throat and echoing throughout the room so loudly that it left little room for interpretation to any listeners outside. Your walls clamped down on his cock like a vice– your cunt milking his length as though it never wanted to let him go. Your fluids soaked his trousers as your thighs trembled, wave after wave of pleasure washing over you and leaving you a boneless, twitching mass atop the desk. It was utter rapture. 

But Sebastian didn’t stop. 

“So fucking perfect,” he growled, his breath hot against your cheek before he stood straight again. “But I’m not done yet.” 

His ferocious pace never wavered as he resumed his earlier upright position; one hand on your stomach and the other maddeningly focused on your clit. Sebastian kept pounding into you, letting you ride out your climax while forcing your body into another, knocking the wind from you with such fervor that it bordered on cruel. Your hips twitched in a feeble attempt to escape the overstimulation, but the hand on your lower midriff kept you firmly in place. 

“S-Sebastian, wait,” you whined, squeezing your eyes shut against the persisting pleasure he bestowed upon you. “I-It’s too much–” 

“You’ll be fine. You wanted this, remember?” He slammed into you again, laughing breathily when you dug your nails into the top of his hand. “I’m just giving you what you indirectly asked for, darling.” 

Merlin– you had bitten off way more than you could chew. 

You sobbed, the sound laced with both pain and pleasure as your body went limp beneath him. Overly sensitive. Helpless. He was going to make you regret goading him into such a frenzy. 

The sordid sound of Sebastian’s hips slapping against your wet cunt was sloppy. His finger moved in every direction over your clit, the slickness covering every inch of your lower half making the pad of his thumb slide all too easily around the nub. Every time he made direct contact with it, you jolted. Senseless noises fell from your lips as you were brought to orgasm once again, more evidence of your arousal gushing around Sebastian’s cock and staining his clothes, but he hardly paid it any mind. 

Evidently he had more pressing matters to focus on.

His head tipped forward, a guttural moan tearing from his throat and reverberating through you as he endured your walls tightening around him. It was like nothing could throw him off, his tempo withstanding the feeling of your body sucking him in greedily, the force of his thrusts causing your shoulder blades to scrape against the wood of the desk. Mussed strands of his hair fell into his eyes when he looked back at you, his pupils blown wide, and his lips parted around a telling gasp of your name. 

After what seemed like an eternity of brutal overstimulation, Sebastian slammed home deep before finally stilling. He buried himself in your cunt all the way to the hilt as he panted hard, pressing down against your stomach with enough force that you groaned– and you were certain he could feel himself emptying his load inside of you. At least, you certainly could. The hot spurts of his seed scorched you all the way to your core before it started to seep out and drip onto the floor. The sound of it escaping your ravaged center prompted Sebastian to grind against you– trapping his oozing spend in your body with his own. 

How the hell were you supposed to go back to work after this? 

The feeling of his fingers ghosting over your cheekbone pulled your heavy eyelids apart, and you were met with your fiancé drinking in the sight of your fucked-out expression with sinful male satisfaction etched across his face. His gaze flicked down towards your left hand, and he gingerly lifted it towards his lips to kiss the diamond studded gold band around your ring finger. All you could bring yourself to do was hum questioningly, your mind still too frazzled to form a proper sentence. 

“I think we need to recall the wedding invitations we sent out…” 

That snapped you out of your post-coital stupor quicker than a lightning strike. What did he mean, recall? 

Surely he wasn’t implying he wanted to cancel it. 

Had you fucked up worse than you’d imagined by taunting him? Was he calling off the wedding? Had your selfish urge to get his attention ruined your future with him before it had even started? Your eyes went wider than saucers, and your voice was tight when you croaked, “What? Why?” 

Sebastian’s grin was equal parts reassuring and terrifying. He ground his still-solid cock into you again to wring a strangled gasp from you, the squelching sound making you flush from the top of your head all the way to the tips of your toes. “Because I don’t think I want to wait until spring anymore. The sooner I can make you mine, the sooner I can spend all of my spare time trying to fuck a baby into you. That is, if I haven’t already… that would really keep other men away, wouldn’t it?” 

You glanced down to where his pulsing length was still sheathed in your cunt– its unwavering hardness a testament to how Sebastian was nowhere near finished with you. He pulled back before ramming his hips against you again, forcing a startled, pleasure-induced yelp from your throat. When you looked back up at him, you found that the fire in his eyes from earlier was burning brighter than ever, inextinguishable in its intensity. 

Oh, gods. You’d really done it now. 

[shrimpyjackal]

I may have not done anything finished today , but I did these two.

You will never see the full page, cause I don't like the proportions of some characters here, but girls are pretty

[mttonex]

FEED US MORE OF UR FANCLONES 🤬🤬🤬!!!! /silly

ok here's them all with canon clones 😁 basically just who i think they'd be friends with

EAT UP!!!

[enlitment]

I think I might have won the horrible french revolution takes lottery today with opening up Instagram to this gem of a post:

[thomas-the-goat-of-satan]

crazy how Lestat spent like, twenty years fucking a woman that he didn't even really like on a platonic level because he was so genuinely deranged that he was like, "well if my husband really loved me, he'd want me to fucking KILL her! and the fact that he hasn't explicitly requested that I murder this woman is proof that he actually hates my guts and is waiting for the soonest opportunity to rip my heart out and leave me." and Louis, who is equally as insane but slightly better at pretending that he's not, knows what Lestat is waiting for. and he wants Lestat to kill her too! but he could never ask, because he refuses to lose. lose what, who knows. and so for twenty years, he stows away in his coffin and repeats a nightly mantra of, "I want her dead I want her dead I want her dead I WANT HER DEAD-" and then he wakes up and is like, "of course you're welcome to see her, Lestat my beloved, I'm totally cool with this!" because he's a total liar.

[tabellae-rex-in-sui]

Please tell us more about Bordel Patriotique?? 👀

Bordel Patriotique is that one political porn pamphlet from 1791 that features a bunch of political figures of the time. The author claims to be Marie Antoinette opening a "Patriotic Brothel" meaning a brothel that embraces the revolution and serves the people. It's all very satirical. There's a few pages about the importance of fucking in a Republic-honoring way or whatever, usual porn pamphlet stuff, but at the end there's a few scenes of dialogue (and sex) between real public figures. Here's the cast of featured characters and their roles:

Danton fucks Marat at one point. Also whoever wrote this REALLY hates Marat.

You can read it here

[cry-ptidd]

As a major fan of historical fashion with a current fixation on 18th century Versailles fashion, I desperately need to see Laura in 18th century Versailles fashion, pretty please? 🥺

(Also, did Laura take advantage of the Reign of Terror period of the French Revolution and basically saw and made it an all you can eat buffet? Taking the ‘eat the rich’ literal? Also Laura singing ‘Cą Ira’ would give me life lol)

Here's your Versailles Laura anon ✨ (she's not a fan sadly)

Also, Laura during La Terreur is a well-fed Laura.

She didn't ideologically participate in the Revolution, but she loved the chaos and violence because it gave her a lot of place to hide. Any sightings of her were dismissed and corpses littered the streets. She ate a lot in that period (which helped her recover from her wound) by eating the decapitated/hanged bodies all around and snatching the leftovers. She still knows the original revolutionary songs by heart in 1999.

[nalyra-dreaming]

Penny for your thoughts??

https://x.com/loustatsx/status/1827573543321694305?s=46&t=4KuXYNdvGjJi7uN7cIR9Zg

*sighs*

Lestat didn’t want an “open relationship“ either. He wanted Louis to fucking feed.

And he went about it in the worst way, granted. And the tale we were fed then tried to paint it as a more general thing when in reality Lestat didn’t sleep around at all, he returned only to Antoinette at times, for decades.

Btw, Antoine(tte) is based on Antoine - and in later books it is revealed that Lestat went to Antoine bc he didn’t feel understood by Louis and Claudia, which is hinted at, even within the tale, in the hotel scene.

[marquisdeglad]

Alright, was Marie Atonette a bitch or was that something the French Revolutionaries made up?

Marie Antoinette was an out of touch aristocratic rich girl, who had the bad luck to be queen of France during one of the worst periods of economic inequality the country ever faced. Her biggest crimes were marrying a supremely incompetent and unpopular king, and wearing fancy, expensive dresses at lavish parties when the peasants were being taxed into starvation.

Everything else? The Jacobins and the rest of the revolutionary mob slandered her to justify killing her. They had already decided the king and queen had to die, as they were symbols of the oppressive monarchy the Revolution overthrew, but they needed to make it look good to the population.

You have to remember - the peasantry and lower classes of France were legitimately suffering and oppressed, both economically and legally. But the Jacobins were bloodthirsty maniacs, led by a man who was called "The Incorruptible" because his fanaticism was unwavering.

So, was Marie Antoinette a good person? Who knows. She was incredibly privileged in a time when many had nothing. She was hated by many. She was vilified by the propaganda machine of one of the most fanatically violent revolutionary parties in human history. She was demonstrably out of touch. She was obviously in over her head.

Her last words were to apologize to the the executioner for accidentally stepping on his foot as she climbed into the guillotine.

[fanghaunt]

blorbo image for my mental health 🩸

[pynkhues]

I love that whole exchange so much. You've probably talked about this before, but do you think Lestat's "I like a little variety" is just a complete lie? Like he's upset that Louis seems to be rejecting him/harming himself with vampire vegetarianism, so he's trying to make him jealous and goad him into killing Antoinette? Because I don't get a sense that Lestat is desperate to periodically have sex with new people in general, he really just seems to want Louis and everyone else is a distraction or a place-filler, not fun "variety"

(x)

Ooo, I haven't actually, anon! It's a really interesting question to consider. Mmm, I think I'd say no, I don't think it's a complete lie, although I think it isn't nakedly honest either? I think one of the fun/tragic things about Lestat as a character is that he's so often living in the moment and losing himself to the feeling of right now that a lot of what he likes and wants changes moment-to-moment. His impulsivity is a part of his general hedonism and personality, but it's also a product of his unmanaged trauma from his abuse, rape and neglect, and his need to keep things constantly moving forwards and always having someone to crawl into bed with is ultimately a means of distracting himself from the things that he's done and the things that have been done to him.

Liking or wanting variety is, to me, kind of a part of that? Both in the sense of the impulsivity of it all and not wanting to deny himself pleasure, but also in the sense that Lestat just always needs someone to land with. Because I agree with you that I don't think Lestat is needing to have sex with new people periodically (hell, his relationship with Antoinette is almost as long as his relationship with Louis, so it's a case where he has a mistress as opposed to being someone who fucks around), but Lestat was a neglected child who's early experiences of love have him 3 for 3 with RAINN and that has I think manifested in him the duelling needs of commitment and options.

He says explicitly in the later books that he went to Antoin(ette) when Claudia and Louis made him feel stupid, and while I think his dependence on her is inherently tied to - like you said - Louis' attempts to reject his vampirism, ergo Lestat too, an effort to get him to kill her, as well as his insecurity in his relationship with Louis, who still hasn't told him he loved him, and, by the end of even s1, tried to leave him a few times, I think feeling pushed out of the family unit was probably a factor for him keeping Antoinette around after Claudia's birth too.

So yeah, I think a part of liking variety is about in-the-moment hedonism and pleasure chasing and fun, but I also think Lestat's needs are generally less about needing to fuck around than they are about trying to (literally) bed in options so that he won't be alone if Louis does reject him. He's both a stage five clinger and a slut! He's demanding and withholding! He forces everyone to deal with his histrionics and next minute he's entirely emotionally unavailable! He wants options and he wants to climb into Louis' coffin and never, ever get out of it! He's a mess of contradictions! Baffling and insane and tragically that's why everyone's obsessed with him, hahaha.

[houseofbrat]

If MM had posted this nonsense, she would be mocked by millions. No mention of her FIL's cancer journey. Hey Charles, how about smelling the roses after you've gone through another hellish infusion? The healing power of nature has been known for generations. Really? Are you smoking daisies? No mention of her patronages except the Royal Marsden for the last YEAR. This is a vanity project worthy of MM for being equally vacuous and, yes, pointless! Look what happens when you swap out the plural pronouns. It's truly Markle-esque.

"I have turned my hand to film, personally launching a new video revealing how I have embraced the healing power of nature during my cancer treatment. The series, which will be released on SP’s social media channels, began today with “Spring,” a three-minute film narrated by me and including footage of me and Prince William on the Isle of Mull earlier this month. The other… I sought comfort and strength from being outdoors with my family during my cancer battle last year. Nature has been my sanctuary. The natural world’s capacity to inspire me, to nurture me, and help me heal and grow is boundless and has been understood for generations."

It's true though!

There would already be columnists writing for the Daily Mail already ripping this to shreds before the sun set if Harry and Meghan released the same exact video.

But since this is Will & Kate, it's just congratulatory acknowledgements of this video's existence.

Yup!

Pushing videos like this out to the world screams either mental breakdown or failed self-deletion attempt + mental breakdown.

And no one has prevented her from pouring more gasoline on her reputation.

THE KP TITANIC is full of yes men and yes women.

[shrimpyjackal]

OMG IM IN LOVE WITH YOUR SWAP AU ITS AMAZING!! SHSJJSJS

one little quick question for it: who are dev’s friends in this au? It is Jasmine and Winn or are they just the mean friends, basically just Hazel’s partners in crime? Or it would be trev because him and Dev’s friendship is one sided so in this au it wouldn’t be?

I love your art btw it’s so good 😭😭 make sure to take breaks when you need it and stay safe, healthy, and hydrated!!

i was taking so long only `cause.... I coudn `t choose what route to take, I had to get a consultation with my friend

Our gold girlie thinks that "Everyone is my friend, don `t be silly!" but in reality no they `re not girl you can `t talk to them without your tablet/phone in front of your face-

But if we dive a bit fron Haze `s explanation

do any of yall remember "I WISH BEV WAS IN LOVE WITH ME!" from The best of luck? Our boy Trev is here to fill that gap instead of Bev

Haze thinks that Bev is her bestie- ...ofc she isn t, Hazel is a gem for talk shows, but outside of them she and Bev are not talking a t a l l

Hazel will never admit that she loves Jasmine s clarinet skills, she thinks that liking something many others like too is "unoriginal"

She envies Winn, because "They can wear such comfy clothes! A-and do activities! " in short: yes, Jasmine and Winn will be Devin`s friends

[mttonex]

vlad and marie?? they’re one of my favourite rarepairs ever

I think they're cutiee

[enlitment]

Do you have any book/movie/podcast recs for entering the frevblr Fandom? I'm very into marie Antoinette, but I want to dive into the rest of it

Hi, thanks for the ask!

Marie Antoinette is an interesting gateway to frevblr, as she tends to be quite unpopular here. But I'm certain that if your interest in her runs deeper than an appreciation for the glamour and aesthetic, you'll fit right in!

MOVIES

I myself started with watching La Révolution française (1989). The movie has been criticised a lot here, and for good reasons, but I still think it works well as an introduction, as long as you don't treat it as the literal truth.

Plus, finding differences between the movie and a more accurate historical interpretations is, at least for me, part of the fun! You can watch it here. I would definitely recommend watching the second part with subtitles, as @saint-jussy points out some of the movies... biases as the scenes play out.

There are certainly better movies to watch though. La Terreur et la Vertu is one of them. It has been recommended to me by people on frevblr (@nesiacha I'm pretty sure?), and I'm definitely more than happy to pass the recommendation on!

There's also the Danton (1983) movie, but I'd personally recommend to go straight to the source and read Stanisława Przybyszewska's The Danton Case (and Thermidor, if you find yourself liking her style!). It feels different from the more contemporary plays, but I personally think it's great! It also covers the period of the Revolution I'm personally most invested in (1793 and especially pre-Thermidor 1794).

Oh, and if you're not put off by old movies, I have watched the 1927 Napoleon and thought it was really spectacular! It focuses mostly on Napoleon obviously, but you get to see the revolutionaries as well, in a way that is now rarely portrayed on the big screen.

PODCASTS

When it comes to podcasts, there's one called Revolutions which covers the French Revolution in great detail, but I haven't listened to all the episodes myself yet. It's not always perfectly accurate but I think you can see that a lot of work went into it.

I'd usually recommend BBC's In Our Time as a solid starting point for any topic you might be interested in. They bring on academics that specialise in that topic and often have great discussions. That said, if there's one thing I've learnt this year, it's that the French Revolution and the BBC don't really mix...

BOOKS

As for books, Twelve who ruled by R. R. Palmer is a classic! It helps to show how the evil all-powerful dictator Robespierre narrative is very much a myth.

I have also read Scurr's biography of Robespierre as well, but I feel like I'd risk being thrown to the Luxembourg if I recommend it to anyone. It's a fun read but Scurr's approach to historiography is often... let's say lax and a bit too creative a lot of the times. McPhee's Robespierre: A Revolutionary Life is meant to be much better, but I'm sadly yet to read it!

I also loved Marat's biography - Jean Paul Marat: Tribune of the French Revolution! I love a good biography and Marat is such an interesting and important figure for the revolution.

That said, if you are looking for books to read, @saintjustitude already put together a great list here!

Hope this helps, and welcome!✨

(if anyone feels like adding things to this feel free to reblog!)

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i'm often mad when loustat fan said Louis should have killed antoinette himself bc Lestat wanted just to be desir and confident. But it's not true. Lestat stay for decade with Antoinette and the point is it didn't matter if she lived or not because had Louis killed Antoinette, Lestat would picked another person. Louis understand it well and I'm tired of the fandom wanted Louis to always prove himself in whatever Lestat put up on him. Antoinette might be a white woman, I feel like her worst hater are white women... which is weird bc they are using her whitness as a way to hate her. I think they hate her bc she's a woman. Because Lestat's whitness and the fact he's a cis guy never bother his fandom. I can't take those view on Antoinette seriously. I agree she's not an interesting character, just Lestat's pawn. The only upsetting thing is Antoinette, as a white woman, had some agency. She had her own income, her reputation but she throw it away in favor of a man who never give a shit about her. Yes, I understand she was manipulated but it sting. If she didn't become a vampire, and just stay in relationship with Lestat, she would have turn like Serena Joy in the Handmaid's Tale (from the Book who was a soprano).

Antoinette is hard for parts of the fandom to come to terms with bcuz fandoms are mostly made up of white women. It hits closer to home for those characters to exist and be shitty rather than other characters that are more removed from how ppl personally identify.

I come and go seeing comments in all directions about Antoinette and it's bcuz she's a white woman who was complicit in antiblackness bcuz she expected to benefit from it herself in the end. She didn't and it called attention to why she didn't and made ppl reflect on that and feel uncomfortable. It is meant to be a sad story but also reflective and critical of how white women often move in the world.

Louis never could have killed her bcuz he knew that's what Lestat wanted and it was one of the ways he retained any semblance of v mild control in the relationship. As u wrote, Louis doesn't have access to the same protections as any of the white ppl around him, so he's learned how to survive otherwise using other means, even as a vampire. Lestat knows Antoinette upsets Louis and Claudia acts as his mouth piece on it multiple times (illustrating the burden that children often take on with dysfunctional parents, as well as the emotional labor often piled on black girls/women). Lestat keeps waiting for Louis to vocally tell him himself to kill her and he won't, bcuz he doesn't want to verbalize his feelings like that. He's protective of his emotions and feels he's been dismissed a lot on the few instances he's said things out loud to Lestat, so why keep telling him this hurts him when it's obvious?? Why react at all?? It's the only way he can protect his pride and also dig at Lestat's own insecurities at the same time. Lestat and other white characters are used to being loud and abrasive to get reactions, but that's not something the other characters who aren't white can v safely do in return, which is why it's a much rarer occurrence and typically followed by a great consequence to them.