#english monarch

[royalty-nobility]

Henry VIII's First Interview with Anne Boleyn

Artist: Daniel Maclise (Irish, 1806–1870)

Date: 1835

Medium: Oil on Canvas

Collection: Private Collection

DESCRIPTION

Daniel Maclise turned to historical subjects in the early 1830s. The present subject, which was shown at the British Institution in 1836, shows the first meeting of Henry VIII and Anne Boleyn, which occurred in about 1527 and which led to their marriage in 1533 following the annulment of the king's first marriage to Catherine of Aragon. In 1536 Anne was tried on dubious charges of adultery and beheaded in the Tower of London. Maclise's painting shows Henry standing on a low dais and with Anne demurely standing at his side. Members of the court occupy the surrounding space, and seem to be aware of the likely repercussions of the evident attraction that he feels for her. In the shadows to the left is seen the figure of a cardinal of the Catholic Church, who raises his hand to his mouth in a gesture that expresses his concern that a known supporter of the Protestant cause should have gained the particular favour of the king. As queen, Anne did her utmost to promote Reformation doctrines. The interior is intended to represent Hampton Court, the splendid palace that Henry took over after Cardinal Wolsey had been discredited and forced from office.

[illustratus]

"Page and Monarch forth they went, Forth they went together, Through the rude wind's wild lament, and the bitter weather" — Good King Wenceslas

by George Sheridan Knowles

[derww]

DAY 18: EXPLOSION

CW: Death, violence

That's what Minute feels when Wemmbu, realizing that he is no longer immortal, rushes to run: superiority.

His last week has been a sequence of failures to the extent that it has destroyed all desire to protect everyone in him. He was crushed, and the only way he knew how to deal with it was to take up the sword. The plan was complicated, but he put everything on the line to bring it to fruition – and oh, fuck, it's worth it. Because only for a moment, but fear flashes in Wemmbu's eyes.

He is not used to getting satisfaction from the weakness of others – he killed people, but it was a task and a job, something detached and infinitely sterile, not deserving of special emotions. In a way, this month has turned him inside out and stitched a new man together.

At first, Wemmbu is sarcastic and ironic, even in such a situation, even being on the verge of death, and he clutches the spyglass tightly in his hand, and explosions rumble from above, but they do not reach them. At one point, no longer able to pretend that the situation is not serious enough, Wemmbu goes quiet.

He dies pitifully, infinitely deep underground, surrounded by obsidian, to the laughter of Minute and his allies, and at the moment when Pentar pierces his stomach and the blow goes through, and Wemmbu suffocates in blood and, it seems, tears, a pulling hum sweeps through the server.

Still smiling, he turns to his friends – and hey, they finally defeated the evil god! The one who took away his presidency! Who messed up the server and pushed his friends into betrayal! What a fitting death for someone so pathetic. He is finally satisfied.

They return to the spawn: Wemmbu is here, frozen in one place at point zero, staring at the wall and desperately trying to move, but being pushed back to his place by an inexorable force.

He should be dead – like everyone else – because it's hardcore, and he was killed. But his divine essence seemed to be trying to argue with the universe itself for the right to continue.

And Minute would never be the same, but he could breathe deeply again, and even though he wasn't working for the future of the entire server, he still had people he really cared about. And they were there, not like those who had spent many months with him only to betray him later.

Trying to find a way to finally get rid of him here and now, they walk around looking for a working way to kill him again. But Wemmbu, even if absolutely helpless, does not drown, does not burn, and is not wounded by the sword – as if, bad thought, he were immortal again, but Minute easily calms himself down, saying that this is impossible.

Wemmbu stares at Pentar in front of him. Even in such a situation, he continues to grin. An unknown force does not allow him to say a word, and they rightly laugh at this. There is no doubt: they have the opportunity to finally deal with this today, and they don't want to wait another minute. And push Wemmbu outside the spawn chunks and bookban him? After all that he had to go through to get here, it sounds like an easy walk.

From time to time, Wemmbu twitches, turns, and shifts his gaze, but they quickly get used to it because he is still unable to really move. What difference does it make that he's struggling if he never gets out? Once upon a time, infinitely long ago, Minute was his friend. He did not understand well what could lead to the current situation.

They're relaxing. It's easy because there's no one else on the server who can beat them. They chat, continuing to come up with ways to simplify their work, to smash Wemmbu's stupid head, finish off the remaining Players and finally go to celebrate the victory. Wemmbu looks at them with a terrible stare. He tries to touch them – to punch them; he wants to punch them. He fails.

"He shouldn't be immortal," Ash mutters. "I disabled his immortality; he should be equal to an ordinary person for the server. Then why is he-"

Minute is deafened with the heavy and multiplying and pressing to the ground and so loud hum of bans. Right before his eyes, Jumper, Pentar and Asha are being torn to shreds. Not even a body part remains of any of them. But Minute, even if stunned, even if cut, even if almost blinded, but he survives-

Minute survives Minute survives Minute survives Minute survives

A desperate howl bursts from his throat.

Still not fully realizing reality, he looks down, completely dumbfounded. Wemmbu still doesn't move, but his gaze is fixed on Minute. He's not smiling. His hand clutches a spyglass.

[leclercskiesahead]

The British crown

[heartofbalemoon]

since the fem f/o exchange ( @donahdevotees ) is ongoing, i'm gonna infodump in for my oc x canon beans [specifically for caesar/crowe bc hyperfixation goes brrrr and i require content for them <3]

them, an infodump 👑 ❤️ 🐦‍⬛

* knowledge on zenless zone zero lore is optional but if it helps with your vision, i encourage you!!

♡ carefree adorkable leader of a biker gang × campy charismatic hostess/entertainer and community matriarch of new eridu (very much a gay icon)

♡ crowe blackforest (right) regularly hosts/partakes in shows at the 404 livehouse (in sixth street)! - i'm talking live singin/dancing, burlesque, comedy roasts, vogue balls.. not only that but as the community 'Mother', she takes in and brings together people from all walks of life; those who have lost relatives to ethereals (monsters), those ostracized for their identity, those looking for a purpose, etc. and they'd even help crowe out with her shows!

♡ crowe is very much a refined older woman (34 years), emotionally mature kinda girlie,, and given she's a crow thiren (humanoid with animal traits), she's incredibly smart - known to exploit opportunities and tell who is being sincere with their intentions. just because she's a sweetheart doesn't mean she can't be vicious when facing ethereals or hostile forces; her nails turn into talons similar to that of a crow's in combat mode! and she's very protective of her community (& caesar) 🐦‍⬛

♡ as for her partner caesar king (left), she is the leader of a biker gang dubbed the sons of calydon! she's pretty strong and straightforward, always ambitious when it comes to being the overlord of the outer ring! 👑

♡ caesar may do things her own way but she also takes on any valid suggestions other people provide her! and once caesar gets to know/trust you, she *absolutely* trusts you. and did i mention that caesar's has a soft tender side? she's a big romantic at heart, super curious about romance stories & media.. you might even catch her blushing!

♡ while caesar is primarily the 'top' of the duo, it's crowe who has the reins; her charisma and great perception skills allow crowe to find ways to make caesar's heart race in any way she can..! like,, crowe finds it amusing when she teases/flirts with caesar and caesar's pure reactions brings her an endearing sense of awe <3

♡ they're both notable figures of their own regions (crowe being from new eridu, caesar being from the outer ring) - and they also work really well together in terms of fending off rival biker gangs (in the outer ring), beating ethereals & ensuring that both of their circles are thriving!

♡ they are incredibly sweet with each other.... even caesar's gang and crowe's followers take notice and egg them on shfhhfgh-

♡ pet names i'd imagine them going for;

● crowe → caesar; 'my (good) king, my darling, my dear overlord, cutie, pookie bear, honey'; (not to be confused with her casual use of 'honey~ 💅')

● caesar → crowe; 'my queen, babe, darling, sweetheart'

thank u for coming to my ted talk- have more of them 🫶 (haven't done a ref sheet for crowe in time my apologies... orz)

[the-meme-monarch]

i barely interact w utdr anymore but like why are there always so many weirdos on your posts when youre just saying "hey i see these guys family" 😭😭😭 youre utdr's strongest soldier im so sorry theres so many clowns here o7 keep it up

well we Are on the zero reading comprehension site after all :/ unfortunately zero reading comprehension in this case includes 'disrespecting clearly marked boundaries'

[arttsuka]

post oc lore king/queen !!

😭 I don't really have lore tbh, mostly vibes. Everything is too underdeveloped for lore

I have vague ideas of what I want my ocs to be.

For example, I want to put these guys in a 'time travel' kinda situation, where a murder takes place (that phone guy, who was the only one who knew how to help them get back in their time).

The only thing worse than their designs are the names

[secretagentsagainstwhatever]

I don't even mean it as hyperbole when I say the monarchy should be burnt at the stake.

[macaron-n-cheese]

God pondering if the English Monarch is going to be gay, mentally ill and/or sickly, a girlboss, or an absolutely horrible person

[royalty-nobility]

Queen Elizabeth in Coronation Robes

Artist: Old Master

Genre: Portrait

Date: circa 1600

Medium: OIl on Panel

Collection: National Portrait Gallery, London

Description

Queen Elizabeth I of England in her coronation robes, patterned with Tudor roses and trimmed with ermine. She wears her hair loose, as traditional for the coronation of a queen, perhaps also as a symbol of virginity. The painting, by an unknown artist, dates to the first decade of the seventeenth century (NPG gives c.1600) and is based on a lost original also by an unknown artist.

[illustratus]

King John granting the Magna Carta at Runnymede, on the bank of the River Thames near Windsor, England, 15 June 1215

by Ernest Normand

[wonder-worker]

"Lailler brought another gift from [Louis XI to Edward IV] – or rather, three gifts: an ass, a wolf and a boar. The boar was the emblem of the duke of Brittany; the wolf, less heraldically evident, represented the slavering Charles the Bold. That left the ass, which, by extrapolation, could only be Edward. The ass didn’t have any heraldic connotations with the house of York; it simply showed what Louis thought of the English king."

-Thomas Penn, "The Brothers York: An English Tragedy"

CACKLING

[non-un-topo]

Forever fucked up over the fact that sometimes you have to write the thing you desperately want to read/watch because it doesn't exist yet

[captainsamta]

Sketches (for fun)

[vox-anglosphere]

HRex-VII