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mr-nauseam · 6 days ago
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See a post saying toxic yuri should win this year and I agreed. Its why I do an unhealthy attached between Julia Snow and Aelia Mars (whos a doble Snow bc she was cousin of Tigris dad...
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ROUND 1B, MATCH 4
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WHAT MY PROFESSOR OF MEDIEVAL HISTORY SAID ABOUT THEM
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I.László (Ladislav I.) 1077-1091
as mentioned bellow, during his rule, the whole Salamon situation was sorted out, and the foreign relations were consolidated, so that's nice
or would be if he also wasn't the first king of Hungary to focus on expanding the borders of the country, he tried to conquer Croatia (using some business with his sister, who married there, as an excuse), but in his absence Hungary was attacked by Pechenegs, so he had to rush back home
finished christianization of Hungary, during his reign developing religious culture, canonization of first Hungarian saints (I.István, his son Imre, saint Svorad and Benedict), also founded new bishoprics, chapters and provostrics
lest you think he was all gung-ho about the church and would let it do whatever it wanted, he also wrote two law codes, which among other things limited the right of the church to provide asylum to criminals
he also, just like Kálman mentioned in the previous week, called up a church synod, where many important questions were settled (celibacy of the clergy, tithes etc.); overall this guy was kind of a big deal, even beyond the sainthood he later obtained?
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I.Mária (Mária I.) 1382-1385 1386-1395
her father died when she was still a minor, so the nobility took the liberty of supporting antiking, sparking a civil war
Zsigmond of Luxembourg, then her fiance, saved her from captivity by rebellious nobles and secured her (and his own) possition on the throne
lest you think this was a start of some lovestory, they apparently ended up hating each other's guts, honestly Zsigmond's paternal grandparents Eliška Přemyslovna (Elizabeth of Bohemia) and Jan Lucemburský (John of Luxembourg) give one a pretty good image of what those two might've ended up looking like if they had kids
but before that family drama could take place, Mária fell off a horse and just... died. apparently, she was pregnant at the time.
honestly not much to say about her merits as a monarch, but her story is pretty sad, and hey, she's a girl, and those usually do numbers on these polls, so
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Hayloft - Intro
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Series Masterlist - Bucky Masterlist - Full Masterlist
Summary: A young girl finds a soldier hiding in the hayloft on her father’s farm. Intrigued, she visits him more and more until her father finds out and puts him to work. As they grow closer, something else grows too.
Pairing: James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes x OC Jenny Richelle “Ricky” Hill
Warning: Strong language, inaccurate war description
Author’s note: Based on the song Hayloft by Mother Mother and the lovestory of my grandparents. I am Dutch and the war was a bit different here, so I will be basing this on the stories I’ve heard about my grandparents.
Word count: 1624
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Early in the morning, just afte sunrise, a girl steps on her bike to cycle to work. She works in the post office because she is expected to work as the oldest sibling despite her amazing academics. The eldest has a role to fulfill and she’s accepted that by now, but she can’t help but wonder what could have been had she gone to college. Oh well, it’s all past now. She cycles through the street trying to tune out wailing mothers, partners, sisters, and others. Recruitment had hit the town hard. Most young men were already taken. She couldn’t be happier that her brothers are not of age yet and her sister isn’t allowed to serve. And she? Well, she would’ve loved to rise above her station. Make her parents proud by joining the army but women aren’t allowed to do so. And so she puts her bike on its lock in front of the post office and heads inside.
Early in the morning, just before sunrise, a man cautiously tiptoes through the fields of a farmer just out of town. Just far enough to get cover, just close enough to be able to run if needed. Just days ago he watched everyone he loved get recruited. Either by free will or by force. They didn’t care. You have to fight for this nation to keep it free. He’s seen too many people die already. He’s done his part but they don’t think so. He watches as the farmer’s family gets ready inside the farmhouse. He watches, who he considers to be, the eldest daughter put breakfast on the table for everyone and gather her things to leave. He watches as she steps outside and onto her bike. She didn’t see him. He looks around for a place to hide. The hayloft. Of course. While the family is still inside, he climbs into the hayloft and hides in hopes no one will find him.
‘Morning Jenny, how are you doing,‘ an older woman asks Jenny with a smile on her face. Her name is Michelle and her husband was drafted, but everyone knew there was something off between them. Michelle would often have odd explanations for random bruises and scratches. Jenny put one and two together very quickly after she started working at the post office. But now that her husband’s gone, Michelle has been thriving. Things couldn’t be better for her right now. ‘You know, same old, same old,‘ Jenny answers, shrugging off her coat, ‘just happy the remainder of my family wasn’t taken away.‘ ‘That’s fair,‘ she hums, ‘oh, I saw a young man flee the soldiers this morning. There’s been a lot of that in the news these days. I’d watch the farm a little closer if I were you.‘ Jenny chuckles, ‘lots of nooks and crannies to hide. And with two girls on the farm-‘ ‘Don’t worry about that. My father has a shotgun loaded and ready if they dare,‘ she chuckles, ‘wouldn’t want to be put against the wall for hiding someone.‘ ‘By the way,‘ Michelle says as she puts a hand in front of her mouth in shock, ‘did you hear misses Wednesday was hiding her cousin? He’s shipped off and she’s been put on the wall.‘ ‘Dear lord, how the world has changed. That is cruel I must say,‘ Jenny murmurs as she sits down at her post. The girls look up as the door opens. In walk three soldiers looking nothing less than annoyed. Well, the two younger soldiers look annoyed. The older one, who seems to be higher ranking, does seem to enjoy himself. ‘Good morning ladies,‘ the higher ranking one says while he takes his hat off. ‘Good morning,‘ Michelle says with a smile, ‘how may we help you?‘ ‘I am sergeant Winter, this is private Jonas and private Greenland. We got orders to post the pictures of stowaways at the post office,‘ the man tells them, ‘may we?‘ A question out of friendliness, to give the women fake freedom to decide but they know it’s just for protocol. ‘Of course, Jenny, help them clear the board,‘ Michelle gestures at Jenny to hurry. She hurries from behind the desk to clear the cork board that holds folders for some events that couldn’t be anymore and small neighborhood announcements. Jenny clears away the things that passed or aren’t happening anymore and pins all their own announcements to the right so that the pictures can be hung on the left. All the while being stared at up and down.  It makes her a bit uncomfortable, but she knows others have it worse. One of her friends got felt up and down by a soldier each time she had to pass one of their stations. Frisking they called it. Grabbing a girl’s boobs and butt each and every time she passes your station isn’t frisking, that’s groping. At least these soldiers hadn’t tried to touch her yet. ‘Could I get you gentlemen a cup of coffee,‘ Jenny asks to be friendly. ‘That would be wonderful,‘ sergeant Winter smiles. The other two seem to have a bit of a grin on their faces while they keep working. Jenny doubts they get much time to drink coffee. It’s the least she can do. ‘Michelle, you do want coffee?‘ Michelle nods and so Jenny disappears into the back and reappears with a tray with coffee cups, milk, sugar, and some biscuits. The soldiers thank her and finish their work and coffee. Jenny insists they take another biscuit for the road, even if they don’t want to, and then it’s just Michelle and Jenny again. ‘Friendly gentlemen,‘ Michelle murmurs. Jenny gathers the coffee cups and takes a look at the cork board. ‘Any interesting faces?‘ ‘Johnny Meadow,‘ Jenny reads, ‘used to go to school with that lad. Real smart kid, left town to study law and came back because mom and pop weren’t doing so swell.‘ Michelle gets up and walks over to Jenny. She studies the faces of the men on the board. ‘Seems like most these kids skipped town,‘ she guesses, ‘I haven’t seen any of these faces around.‘ Jenny looks a little closer. ‘You’re right. Most of them say where they’re from. There are a few from a town over, but this one,‘ she points at a fine looking gentleman who seems to have served at one point judging from his picture, ‘is from another state.‘ ‘You gotta admit it’s impressive,‘ Michelle shrugs, ‘I couldn’t do it.‘ ‘I think I could,‘ Jenny grins, ‘avoided my dad with secret boyfriends often enough.‘ Michelle looks at Jenny with an impressed look. Jenny shrugs and chuckles. ‘Oh you rascal,‘ Michelle laughs as she pushes Jenny a little, ‘let’s get back to work. I got a few letters for you to deliver.‘
The man watches from under the hayloft as he sees the girl on the bike come back home. She looks tired and her hair’s a mess, but there’s something about her. He watches her fix her hair a little bit, put on a pretend smile, and wait. Two younger men run outside to greet her and take her bag off her shoulders. She messes with their hair and puts her arms around their shoulders with a big smile on her face. A true family. How wonderful. He wishes he could see his mother again. Or his best friend. He wonders how he is doing now that he’s gone. They used to rely on each other a lot. He wonders when he might be able to go home, if ever. He sighs and tries to get comfortable on the hay but he has a hard time going to sleep on an empty stomach and the hay pricking his skin isn’t really helping though it is more comfortable than sleeping on the ground. He tosses and turns, trying to avoid making the wood creak. A soft meowing almost makes his heart stop out of shock, but luckily his head quickly registers the sound. A cat? He pushes himself up on his elbows to look over the haystack. Coming towards him is a small, probably juvenile, white cat with beautiful long fur and deep blue eyes. It almost looks like a ghost cat. He smiles as he tries to get the creature to come closer. ‘Hi there, who are you,‘ he coos quietly, holding his hand out so the cat can sniff it. She doesn’t take long to curl up next to him. It makes him feel comfortable for the first time in weeks. Something about a pet curling up next to you just clams the nerves. He freezes at the sound of the front door of the farmhouse opening. ‘Alpine,‘ a woman’s voice calls and he watches the ears of the little white creature peek up, but she doesn’t really make an effort to move. After all, cats are on their own schedule. ‘Alpine, where are you?‘ He hears the voice come closer and then he hears the ladder creak. That isn’t good. ‘Alpine?‘ He throws the cat towards the front of the hayloft where the ladder is, but the cat isn’t having any of it. He tries to bury himself under the hay while the cat tries to get back to him. He sees a woman’s face peek over from the ladder. She hasn’t seen him yet. ‘Alpine, what are you playing at,‘ the woman laughs as she sees the cat trying to bury itself with him, ‘come on, I got some scraps left for you.‘ The cat doesn’t list to her. The girl sighs and climbs onto the hayloft, letting herself fall onto the hay just inches from where he’s laying. He feels his heart beating faster and faster.
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