#mary boleyn (sixtended)

[altairtalisman]

List Of Info On Mary “Mara” Boleyn

Mara’s Reference

[blackdiamondwrites127]

Chest Hair

It's been a long time since I made a Hal and Mae Banter post so this one's longer to compensate the lack of content!

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(Everyone, minus Hal, was having a nice breakfast together when a scream came from Hal's room upstairs startled them.)

Anne: The bloody hell was that!?

Anna: Maybe he cut himself while shaving?

Kat: He shaves now?

Mae: It's more likely than you think. *She sips her coffee that she was allowed to have after much convincing*

Cathy: He's going through puberty so it makes sense.

Jane: Maybe you should go and check up on him, love?

Catalina: Mijo!? Hal, are you okay?

(Catalina stands up to go check up on him when Hal comes running downstairs, shirtless and frantic.)

Hal: Look! Look what's on me! *He points at his bare chest*

(Everyone looks at him weirdly until they noticed tiny, faint brown hairs on his chest.)

Mary: You have chest hair?

Hal: Yes! I have chest hair! Why do I have chest hair!?

Elizabeth: Whoah there Hally Bunny. Calm down. It's normal for guys to have chest hair.

Hal: No it isn't! Only some have them but not me!

Edward: I have chest hair too, Hal. I just shave them off when they grow. You can just do that if you don't want them.

Catalina: Mijo, you're a growing boy so it's normal for you to develop hair in particular places.

Hal: I know about facial hair, pit hair, and pubic hair, ma but chest hair!?

Jane: Maybe it's because of genetics, darling? Lina, does your brother and father have chest hair?

Catalina: Not really. The men on my side of the family aren't really hairy. Their facial hair grows slower than average. However...

Kat: Oh wait...you don't mean...

Cathy: Oh...it makes sense now that I think about it.

Anna: I haven't seen it personally but based on your reactions, I'm guessing he has them.

Hal: Who!? Who has them!?

Anne: Your sperm donor, Bun-Bun.

Hal: *He frowns in thought* My sper-- Oh...Oh no...!

Mary: Well it makes sense given that Tudor men are really hairy.

Elizabeth: Glad that doesn't include Tudor women.

Edward: That explains my chest hair too

Hal: Of all the things to inherit! Why chest hair!?

Mae: This is really an existential crisis for you eh, Bugsy?

Hal: Shut up, Mae-Mae! At least you don't have to worry about chest hair or facial hair!

Mae: True dat. If I would have been born a boy then I might have related to your dilemma more.

Cathy: *Shows Mae a photo on her phone* That's your father.

Mae: *Shudders in disgust* Yikes. So thankful of myself right now. I too had a hairy father. So at least I can relate to you on that aspect, Bugsy.

Hal: Nooooo...I don't want chest hair...

Catalina: Mijo, you can shave it off if you don't want it.

Hal: But that's too tedious...

Mary: Hal, you can have it laser removed once you turn eighteen.

Hal: I can? Why can't I have it laser removed now?

Jane: Because you're still young, darling.

Anne: Besides, you might grow to like it and keep it.

Hal: No! I won't keep it!

Mae: Betcha you will.

Hal: Betcha I won't!

Mae: Betcha my allowance you will.

Hal: Betcha MY allowance I won't!

(Hal ended up keeping the chest hair and had to give a month's worth of allowance to Mae.)

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[mariegreythepoet]

Mara’s Regret

Dearest Anne,

I have failed you. I failed you once and I have failed you again and now I can only sit here and think on how horrible I feel for abandoning you in our prior lives. You have no reason to forgive me. I know this too. But dear sister, I will try my very best to make it up to you. I swear it. I may never again have love, for there is no one left who loves me. But I will for damn sure make certain that you are loved.

Your Old Friend,

Mary

I was very conflicted on whether or not to start wiring about Mara again. I suppose I will, if only to give amazing artists more things to work with when creating Sixtended verse stuff.

[lexartsstuff]

Happier

I have been playing 'Happier by Olivia Rodrigo on repeat and @vanessaseymour and I both thought it fit Liz

So here we a bit of angst where Liz looks back on when she had Isabella to herself

I'm actually pretty proud of the shading?? And the tears?? Art be wild sometimes

Liz belongs to @vanessaseymour

Mara belongs to @marygrey

Bella belongs to me

[inquisitive-mess]

Sixtended OC's Height Chart

I think this was long overdue. This is a height chart to all of the current Sixtended Verse OCs on Tumblr. I will update once new ones are made. I did both types just in case. Updated (October 10, 2024)

I like to thank @altairtalisman for the chart I used as a reference and both them and Finch for the help

Amalia “Mali” by @pandora-dusk - 5'3ft or 160.02cm (160)

Anne “Anya” by @toasty-owl-arts - 5'2ft or 157.48cm (157.5)

Anne “Ann” by yours truly - 5'8ft or 172.72cm (172.7)

Arthur Tudor by @djts-arts - 6′2ft or 187.96cm (188)

Cathryn Carey by @weirdbutdecentart - 5'1 or 154.94cm (154.9)

Christina of Denmark by @the-fox-arts - 5′7ft or 170.18cm (170.2)

Dorothy"Roth" by @altairtalisman - 5'4ft or 162.56cm(162.6)

Edward VI by @ratscraftz -5′7ft or 170.18cm (170.2)

Elisabeth "Sisi" by @ratscraftz - 5'6ft or 167.64cm(167.6)

Elizabeth "EB" by @spooner7308 - 5'11ft or 180.34cm (180.3)

Elizabeth ‘Liz’ Seymour by @vancsssa - 5′7ft or 170.18cm (170.2)

Elizabeth “Ellie” Tudor by @me-tizi - currently 4′3ft or 129.54cm (129.5), but will be 5′4ft or 162.56cm (162.6)

Ferdinand II by @weirdbutdecentart - 6'3ft or 190.5cm

George Boleyn by @ellielovesdrawing - 6'4ft or 193.04cm (193)

Guilford Dudley by @ratscraftz 5'8ft or 172.72cm (172.7)

Hans Holbein the Younger by @podsn - 6′0ft or 182.88cm (182.9)

Hans Holbein the Younger by @redlover411 - 5’9ft or 175.26cm (175.3)

Henry Carey by @weirdbutdecentart - 5'0ft or 152.4cm

Henry “Hal” by @blackdiamondwrites127 - currently growing, but will be 6'2ft or 187.96cm (188)

Henry "Fitz" FitzRoy by @sixaustralia - 5'11ft or 180.34cm (180.3)

Henry Percy by @cheemken - 6'3ft or 190.5cm

Isabella of Castille by @weirdbutdecentart - 6'2ft or 187.96cm (188)

Isabella Trastamara by @lexartsstuff - 5'5ft or 165.1cm

Isabella “Izzi” Trastàmara by @weirdbutdecentart - 3'7ft or 109.22cm (109.2)

Jane "Janey" Grey by @ratscraftz - 5'1ft or 154.94cm (154.9)

Jane “JP” by @altairtalisman - 5'8ft or 172.72cm (172.7)

John Astley by @yourdeepestfathoms - 6′0ft or 182.88cm (182.9)

Juan Trastàmara by @weirdbutdecentart - 6'1ft or 185.42cm (185.4)

Juana “Ju-Ju” by @ellielovesdrawing - 5'11ft or 180.34cm (180.3)

Katherine “Kat” Ashley by @yourdeepestfathoms - 5'11ft or 180.34cm (180.3)

Katherine “Kath” Tudor by @ellielovesdrawing - 5'0ft or 152.4cm

Lillia "Lily" Trastamara by @ellielovesdrawing - currently 4'11ft or 149.86cm (149.9), but will be 5′7ft or 170.18cm (170.2)

Margaret “Maggie” of Austria by @weirdbutdecentart - 6'0ft or 182.88cm (182.9)

Margaret Beaufort  by @redladydeath - 5′7ft or 170.18cm (170.2)

Margaret “Meg” by   @me-tizi - 5′8ft or 172.72cm (172.7)

Maria of Jülich-Berg by @blackdiamondwrites127 - 5'1ft or 154.94cm (154.9)

Maria Trastámara by @blackdiamondwrites127 - 5′7ft or 170.18cm (170.2)

Marion Trastámara by @vancsssa - 5'2ft or 157.48cm (157.5)

Mark Smeaton by @ellielovesdrawing - 6'1ft or 185.42cm (185.4)

Mary “Mara” Boleyn by @mariegreythepoet - 5′6ft or 167.64cm (167.6)

Mary Fitzroy-Howard by @sixaustralia - 5′3ft or 160.02cm (160)

Mary Stuart by @to-the-world-we-dream-about - 6′0ft or 182.88cm (182.9)

Mary “Marie” by @me-tizi - 5′5ft or 165.1cm

Mary I "Mari" by @crimsonnight186 - 5'9ft or 175.26cm (175.3)

Robert Dudley by @ratscraftz 5'9ft or 175.26cm (175.3)

Sibylle of Cleves by @blackdiamondwrites127 - 6′4ft or 193.04cm (193)

Thomas More by @spooner7308  - 5′6ft or 167.64cm (167.6)

William of Jürich-Cleves-Berg by @lexartsstuff - 6′0ft or 182.88cm (182.9)

Will Parr by @weirdbutdecentart - 6'1ft or 185.42cm (185.4)

Willie Strafford by @weirdbutdecentart - 5'9ft or 175.26cm (175.3)

[djts-arts]

A new batch of SIXTENDED OCs

William @lexartsstuff

Ann @inquisitive-mess

Mara @marygrey

Hal @blackdiamondwrites127

[yourdeepestfathoms]

The Suicide Queen (part two)

[Ice Skater AU]

Part 1

The Sixtended characters that cameo in this chapter belong to: Mary Boleyn- @marygrey, Meg Tudor- @me-tizi, Jane Parker- @altairtalisman, Christina of Denmark- @the-queen-of-the-castle, Anya Askew- @thenicestnonbinary, Anne Parr- @inquisitive-mess

TW: Referenced self harm

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Bessie’s eyes were stinging when she woke up that morning. She groaned, draping an arm over her face, and knew it was going to be one of those days.

She hauled herself out of bed and gazed around her small dorm room. She always thought it was rather dull compared to some of the others she had seen, simply having a bunk bed with a black couch underneath it, a desk, a single shelf for her belongings, and a venus fly trap that she took care of better than she took care of herself. Thick grey blackout curtains were drawn tightly over the single window; she preferred to use light from the lamp sitting nearby or the fairy lights strung across her ceiling. She never turned on the overhead fluorescents if she didn’t have to.

On her way down from her bunk bed, Bessie stumbled on the last rung of the ladder and nearly hit her head against the wall directly behind her. She wished she had. She longed for her skull to shatter and for her brains to ooze out, signaling that she was no more in this horrible world.

Her bare feet sunk into the fluffy white carpet in front of her couch. The softness brought on an odd sense of comfort and she sighed softly.

  “Another day,” She said to the taxidermy crow sitting on her desk.

She wondered if the reason why nobody liked coming into her room was because of all the vulture culture stuff she had. Her shelf was full of various animal skulls and bones, she had a bottle full of fangs, a jar with peacock feathers sticking out of it, and even a real kangaroo fur she bought from an antique store hanging up on the wall. A lot of people found it creepy and ‘cruel’, but she found it all fascinating.

After watering her venus fly trap, which she had named Jackie, she grabbed some fresh clothes and her shower supplies and stepped out into the hallway.

Her dorm building was notorious for its decorations during the holidays. It was always set up, regardless of what season it was. Right now, black and orange fairy lights were suspended across the ceiling, with little rubber bats and spiders hanging freely, signaling Halloween. There were even a few skeletons and zombies standing around in the corners, which never failed to scare the absolute shit out of Bessie when she got up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night.

Several girls were already awake and mulling around, getting ready for the day. Mary Boleyn and Meg Tudor were chatting loudly outside Mary’s dorm room, talking about something some idiot said in their political science class. Margaret Dymoke was waiting impatiently outside of Christina of Denmark’s room, yelling at her to ‘hurry her ass up.’ Jane Popincourt was whisking out of the bathroom, shamelessly swathed in a pure white robe. Bessie shuffled past her with her head down and entered the bathroom.

Along with Jane Parker and Anne Parr, The Beast was there to greet her inside.

  “Good morning, darling,” It said from the reflection of the mirror.

Bessie used to have a mirror in her room. She had to get rid of it after she punched it while having a mental breakdown and shattered the entire thing. She remembered all the heads peeking out of the other rooms as she walked the broken thing to the dumpster outside.

Bessie felt Jane and Anne’s eyes on her as she trudged into one of the open showers. Their conversation resumed after she turned on the faucet, thinking the sputtering of the showerhead would drown out their words, but Bessie could still faintly hear them.

  “…She’s so weird.”

  “…Yeah. I’m surprised the counselor hasn’t called her in yet.” 

  “…They haven’t already? Damn. I thought literally everyone telling them about how she cries herself to sleep at night would be enough.”

  “…Clearly it’s not. I kinda feel bad for her.”  

  “…Yeah, me too.” 

Their gossiping whispers disappeared as they seemed to exit the bathroom, and Bessie was left in silence once again.

But only for a moment.

  “You wanted attention, didn’t you?” Said The Beast. Even with the spraying water, Bessie could still hear it so clearly. Probably because its voice came from inside her head, and it wouldn’t quiet down no matter how hard she covered her ears.

  “Not like this,” Bessie muttered. She stared down at her naked body, at the slimness of her sides, at the sunkenness of her stomach, at the cuts marring her stomach and thighs. She splayed her hands open in front of her and looked at the scoring on her wrists, the point system of her constant losing battles. She clenched her fists.

  “Be grateful,” Said The Beast. “They could ignore you. And don’t say you would want that because I know how you react to being shunned.” Even though she couldn’t see it behind the curtain, Bessie knew it was smirking. “You would be alone with me.”

Bessie grit her teeth. “Shut up.”

She roughly grabbed a bottle of vanilla milk and papaya shampoo and squirted way too much into her hand. She began scrubbing it violently into her hair, making sure to rake her nails down her scalp so she could feel the pain. 

Hey, at least she was bathing. Her hair had been a greasy mess for about two weeks now.

  “They can ignore you, but you can’t ignore me,” The Beast said. “I’ll always be here, darling. I’m your best friend. I’m your only friend.”

  “Shut up!” Bessie yelled, yanking back the shower curtain and flinging the shampoo bottle at the mirror The Beast was reflected in. At the same time, Anya Askew entered the bathroom with her showering supplies and gave Bessie an extremely confused and concerned look. 

Bessie jerked the curtain back so only her head and shoulders could be seen. “Umm-- S-sorry, I was--” She glanced at the mirror, and Anya’s eyes followed, but she knew she couldn’t see The Beast smirking in the glass. “Thought I saw a spider! G-guess I was wrong! S-sorry!” She wrenched the curtain shut completely and backed up against the wall, covering her face with her hands.

  “I don’t even need to ruin your life,” The Beast said, sounding like it was right behind her. “You do it for me. You make my job so easy.”

Bessie squeezed her eyes shut, feeling a few tears stream free. She sniffled and swiped them away quickly. She couldn’t cry this early in the day. She needed to retain some shred of dignity.

Turning her attention back to the shower, Bessie began scrubbing her body with apple-scented soap, wincing when any open cuts on her skin stung in reaction to the chemicals. The scars, those that hadn’t scabbed over yet, were still gooey and red, the flesh around their edges white and puckered from the water. The faint paint they caused brought a dull sense of clarity within Bessie.

God. How much more of a freak could she be? Was she some kind of masochist or something?

No… No, she only liked pain when it was self-inflicted. She didn’t like when it was put upon her by someone else. He proved that.

She shook her head, sending a scatter of water droplets flying throughout the small space. She twisted underneath the hot water, washing off all the soaps and suds still clinging to her frame. 

She was clean once again.

  “Or as clean as a teenage whore could be…”

Bessie just barely managed to bite back a yell, remembering that Anya was still in there with her. So, instead, she just closed her eyes and breathed out heavily.

After drying herself off and wriggling into her clothes for the day- grey sweatpants and a plain black sweater- Bessie stepped out into the rest of the bathroom. Even with the mirror completely fogged up, she could still see The Beast’s red eyes glinting at her hungrily as she walked to one of the sinks.

  “You’re beautiful,” The Beast cooed, materializing in the mirror over the sink she was using.

  “Shut up.” Bessie growled, thinking that Anya couldn’t hear her because of the running water.

  “I’m just complimenting you,” The Beast said innocently. “You should thank me.”

Bessie glared down at the sink as she began brushing her teeth with so much force her gums began to bleed. She spit bloody toothpaste foam into the drain before washing it out, gathering her things, and storming out of the bathroom. She faintly heard The Beast chuckling deeply before the door shut.

Once back in her door room, Bessie put her showering supplies back in their place and set her pajamas on the couch for later. She brushed out her long black hair, not caring if it was dripping wet, and then gathered her school supplies, put on her glasses, and left the dorm building.

Upon stepping outside, Bessie’s glasses instantly fogged up. She took them off while walking forward, wiping away the cloudiness until they were clear again. She put them back on and saw a black truck sitting by the curb.

Bessie froze.

All the dorm buildings on Princeton University were further away from the main campus, fenced in by brick walls and a gothic-looking gate. That meant that, unless Bessie wanted to try and scale the walls, she only had one way out. And she would have to pass the truck to do that.

Gathering up all her courage, Bessie began striding towards the gate. There were kids already outside in the courtyard, surely He wouldn’t try anything… 

Her confidence disappeared completely when she crossed the threshold, and Bessie fought the urge to turn and run back to the safety of her dorm. She bit her lip, willing herself not to cry as she walked by the truck. The windows were so tinted that she couldn’t see inside, but she knew He was looking back at her.

The truck rumbled to life upon her crossing the street. Bessie didn’t run, knowing that running would only make Him chase her. Maybe He would just go away if she moved slowly and acted like she didn’t care…

A tear ran down her cheek as the truck began rolling along behind her. She turned sharply and walked up a short flight of stairs that led up the curve of a small hill. Princeton University’s sprawling, plant-filled campus was then stretched out to her, but not even its thriving beauty could calm her nerves.

Bessie walked faster, keeping her head down. She knew she should be monitoring the truck, but she didn’t want to look at it. She didn’t want to risk seeing Him.

She tried to distract herself by looking around. The lush, healthy emerald green grass was sprinkled with early morning snow, glinting softly in the pale light slipping down from the blanket of grey clouds in the sky. It was too dull for shadows to be cast, and yet a dark shade grew from her feet and smiled at her wickedly.

  “Come to me, darling,” The Beast said.

Bessie jerked sideways and ran right into someone without even realizing it. She heard a grunt and instantly tottered backwards, apologies spilling from her lips.

  “Sorry! I’m so sorry! I-I wasn’t watching where I was going!” Please don’t hurt me…

The person she had rudely bummed into stepped back, blinking brown eyes that were so dark they looked like pieces of ebony infused in their skull. Bessie realized it was a woman a year or two older than her, and she was the most beautiful person she had ever laid eyes on.

Internalized homophobia had always been one of the many problems Bessie had, but not even THAT could disagree that this was the most gorgeous human being to ever grace the earth.

She was a dark-skinned woman, tall and muscular, looking like she was capable of crushing Bessie’s skull between her thighs like it was a watermelon, and Bessie found herself longing for that to happen, and not just because she was suicidal. Her short dark brown hair was cut into a style that screamed ‘I AM NOT STRAIGHT!!’, tucked gently into a vermillion beanie, which only fueled Bessie’s hope that her gaydar wasn’t messing up. She was dressed in black jeans and a red-and-black flannel, which had its ends tied together over her stomach. When she spoke up, her voice was husky and warm, tinged with a German accent.

  “You’re good,” The woman said. “No worries!” She smiled down at Bessie, but it disappeared in almost an instant. “Hey, are you alright?”

Bessie sniffled, and she realized there were a lot more tears than she had thought. She opened her mouth, lips quivering, and pointed to the truck nearby without even thinking her decision through.

  “Th-that truck,” She whimpered out. “I-it’s following me.”

Bessie expected the woman to dismiss her panic, saying something like, ‘there’s trucks everywhere!’ or ‘how do you know for sure that it’s following you?’, but instead she glared at the truck and flipped the driver off as it sped away.

  “Fucking creep,” The woman muttered. She turned back to Bessie, looking concerned, and set a hand on her shoulder. When Bessie flinched at the contact, she respectfully pulled her arm away, and Bessie cursed her instinct to recoil at any touch because she really wanted this woman to touch her (just not like that, not like that--). “Are you okay?”

  “Y-yeah,” Bessie said, quickly wiping away the tears that were still on her cheeks. “Th-thank you.”

The woman smiled that beautiful smile again. “No problem!” She seemed to sense that Bessie was still on edge because she then said, “Would you like me to walk you to class?”

Bessie looked surprised, but nodded fervently. “Y-yes. Please.”

The woman nodded and began walking with Bessie, scanning around the area as if she were a guard dog. “I’m Anna, by the way.”

  “Bessie,” Bessie said.

  “Bessie?” Anna echoed.

Bessie blushed faintly. “It’s silly, isn’t it? It’s the 21st-century, who names a kid ‘Bessie’ if they aren’t a cow?” She gave a small laugh, shifting her belongings in her arms. “Umm-- My real name is Elizabeth.”

  “I think Bessie is cute.” Anna commented.

The blush turned from a light pink to a deep, dark red in an instant. Bessie’s pale skin definitely didn’t help make it any less noticeable. 

  “R-really?” Bessie stammered, wide-eyed.

  “Yeah!” Anna nodded, grinning. “It’s impossible to create a nickname for my name unless it’s the dumb ‘Anna Banana’ one.”

Bessie giggled. “What about ‘Annie’?”

Anna thought it over, then tipped her head at Bessie with a smile. “I like Annie, actually. Good thinking, Bessie.”

Bessie’s ears felt like they were on fire, but, for once, it was in a good way. She couldn’t help but smile back shyly.

  “Okay, so I actually have no idea where we’re going,” Anna admitted. “I’ve just been following you. I’m new here.”

  “Oh,” Bessie said, nodding. “That explains why I’ve never seen you before. Where’d you come from?”

  “Düsseldorf, Germany,” Anna said, which explained the really attractive accent. Bessie’s face burned even hotter. “I’m living in an apartment down the road. I prefer to have my own personal bathroom.”

Bessie giggled. “I get that. Living in a dorm has its perks, though.”

  “Really? Like what?”

Bessie was silent. “Hang on, I’ll think of something…”

Anna laughed loudly, and Bessie couldn’t help but join in.

  “You’re funny, Bessie,” Anna said as they got near the math building. “I like you.”

Bessie faltered. “R-really?”

  “Really!” Anna said, then tilted her head. “You seem surprised.”

  “Oh, no, I-I just--” Bessie trailed off awkwardly, not wanting to spill stupid stuff and ruin her friendship with this woman. She shook her head. “Nothing. Nevermind.” She looked at the large building looming over her. “Well. This is my stop. Thank you again for helping me. I had a really good time talking to you.”

  “I did too,” Anna smiled. “See you around, Bessie.” She gave a saluting goodbye before turning and walking down the sidewalk with her hands in her pockets.

Bessie watched her go, her heart thumping wildly in her chest. Not even the frigid wind could cool down the heat on her face.

  “Bye,” She whispered long after Anna had walked away.

[super-nova5045]

guys there's something we really need to talk about, i think.

okay okay so people make sixtended ocs right? other tudor historicak figures that they six-ify?

and i've said it before, but people make six-ified mary boleyn, george boleyn, mary howard and jane boleyn. but what about a *certain* someone else?

sorry guys but i will NEVER stop talking abt him.

henry howard was a cousin of anne and kat, and a second cousin of jane seymour too.

he was also queer. and beheaded.

and a "close friend" of henry fitzroy, h8 and bessie on the bass' bastard son, the son mentioned in no way.

no offence guys but i think people should know more about him!! he was really interesting and a pathetic meow meow sorry guys.

(remember, reblog > likes. please reblog this if you can, it really helps)

[redladydeath]

List of all the historical figures mentioned (both directly and indirectly) in Six:

Agnes Howard (Howard’s step-grandma) Amalia of Cleves (Cleves’ little sister) Arthur Tudor (Aragon’s first husband) Catherine of Valois (Henry V’s wife, Henry’s great grandma) Christina of Denmark (one of Henry’s marriage candidates) Edward VI (Seymour’s son) Edmund Howard (Howard’s dad) Elizabeth I (Boleyn’s daughter) Elizabeth of York (Henry VII’s wife, Henry’s mom) Francis Dereham (one of Howard’s abusers) Francis Weston (one of the guys accused of adultery with Boleyn) George Boleyn (Boleyn’s little brother, accused of incest with her) Hans Holbein (Henry’s painter) Henry, Duke of Cornwall (one of Aragon’s children who died young) Henry FitzRoy (Bessie’s son with Henry) Henry Mannox (one of Howard’s abusers) Henry Norris (one of the guys accused of adultery with Boleyn) Henry V (Henry’s distant cousin) Henry VI (Henry’s great-uncle) Henry VII (Henry’s dad) Henry VIII (a dick) Margaret of Anjou (Henry VI’s wife (and an absolute badass)) Margaret Shelton (one of Henry’s historically confirmed mistresses) Mark Smeaton (one of the guys accused of adultery with Boleyn) Mary Boleyn (Boleyn’s big sister and one of Henry’s historically confirmed mistresses) Mary I (Aragon’s daughter) Clement VII (the Pope at the time of Henry and Aragon’s divorce) Susannah Hornebolt (possibly the female painter mentioned by Parr) Thomas Boleyn (Boleyn’s dad) Thomas Cromwell (Henry’s chief minister) Thomas Culpeper (one of Howard’s abusers) Thomas Seymour (Parr’s fourth husband) William Brereton (one of the guys accused of adultery with Boleyn) William Shakespeare (you know)

...

did i make this list partially to see who are the remaining candidates for sixtended universe designs

maybe so

[thequartz0ne-archived]

Here’s my SiXtended oc Mary Boleyn

[altairtalisman]

Here's my half of the art trade that I'm doing with @lexartsstuff, she asked for a Boleyn sleepover so I included @ellielovesdrawing's George, @mariegreythepoet’s Mara, Anne, and Jane Parker in the sleepover.

Also featured in the art trade are:

@lexartsstuff's Isabella Trastámara

@vanessaseymour's Elizabeth Seymour

@redlover411's Hans Holbein

@pandora-dusk's Amalia of Cleves

@weirdbutdecentart's William Parr

@inquisitive-mess's Ann Parr

I hope this is acceptable Lex!

[blackdiamondwrites127]

Adventures if Little Hal: New Year Birthday!

Everyone: 10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

Catalina: *Hugging Hal tightly* Happy birthday mijo!

Hal: *looking confused* Huh? Hal not birthday. It new year.

Jane: We know, darling but it's also your birthday!

Mary: So happy birthday!

Hal: *still looking confused* Hal thought Hal birthday tomorrow.

Edward: The clock already struck twelve.

Anne: So that means it's already tomorrow, kid! It's your birthday!

Hal: Really?

Anna: Yeah! That means you're a year older now!

Kitty: You're a big boy!

Elizabeth: A big little boy

Hal: *finally getting it* Hal big boy now!

Cathy: Great! Now let's all sing 'happy birthday' to the big boy so he can blow out the candles!

Mae: Want cake now!

Hal: Yay! Hal share cake with Mae-Mae!

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Henry Duke of Cornwall, born January 1, 1511

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HAPPY NEW YEAR GUYS!!🎉🎉🎉

[altairtalisman]

Mary “Mara” Boleyn’s Reference

Mara Boleyn is the Sixtended Verse OC created by @mariegreythepoet

Due to the lack of info collected, not much can be said of her personality except that she’s wary towards majority of the Sixtended Verse OCs.

Her relationships with the queens remain fairly positive except with Catalina, whom the latter dislikes.

According to @weirdbutdecentart​‘s knowledge from interactions with the creator, Mara likes looking up information on her children from her past life, and would’ve taken them in again after reincarnation.

As seen in the first screenshot, Mara doesn’t have a high alcohol tolerance and will be much more emotional as well as open about herself. She isn’t picky when it comes to sleepwear, but based on the screenshot above, she leans towards comfortable clothes.

Regarding her romantic and sexual orientations, Mara identifies as a panromantic asexual as shown in the second screenshot.

[blackdiamondwrites127]

The Miracle Child

Been wanting to write a one shot about Hal's reincarnation and I finally got around to it!

Hope you guys will like it!

"Amid the twilight skies of my life, You placed a treasure. A brightly shining star where there was none. You have granted us a sun." -Joseph: King of Dreams

All was quiet in The Palace.

The inhabitants have all retired for the night after a hearty dinner and a few hours of watching a movie together. Only a few members of the house were still awake in their rooms. Either on their phones or waiting for sleep to come. One of them is none other than the first queen herself.

Catalina tossed and turned in her bed. Somehow having trouble sleeping lately these past few days despite having a relatively healthy sleep schedule. Something just felt...

...off.

And she couldn't put her finger on it.

Ultimately, she gives up on waiting for sleep to come and sighs. She kicked the covers off of her and swung her legs over to the side of her bed. Sitting up, she puts on her house slippers and exited her room to go to the bathroom. She came back after a few minutes and closed her bedroom door behind her, she froze mid step when she saw what was on her bed.

It was a baby, cooing and bundled up in a yellow fleece blanket. 

Why in the purgatory was there a baby on her bed!? It wasn't there earlier when she left! Did someone break in and placed that baby on her bed?

No, that's just absurd!

While Catalina was trying to figure out how the infant got in her room, the baby started whimpering, as if sensing that someone was in the room with them and they want attention from said someone. The first queen snapped out of her thoughts by the whimpering and slowly approached the baby. Gently, she picked the baby up and cradled it in her arms.

The moment the little one was in her arms, something in her mind flickered on like a light switch. 

My son.

This is my son.

This baby is her son.

The son that she gave birth to on the first of January, fifteen eleven. The son she lost after a mere fifty two days.

Henry: Duke of Cornwall.

With tears brimming in her eyes, she held her newfound son close to her chest. Her maternal instincts instantly got her swaying slowly and gently rocking Little Henry in her arms. Her teary gaze glued to the little prince who had stopped whimpering by now and is all but snuggled up in Catalina's arms.

Content with being held.

"My son..." she whispered. The first of many tears falling down her face. Some even landing on the baby's cheek but the little one did not stir as he slowly succumbed to sleep.

She slowly walked around her room as she continues rocking her son to sleep. It didn't take long for the little prince to fall asleep in his mother's arms. Catalina gently sat down on her bed, still carefully cradling the, now sleeping, infant in her arms. As if the young prince would break due to how small and fragile he is. Her golden gaze remained on her sleeping son. She was afraid that looking away, even for a second, would make him disappear. And she can't bear to lose him.

Not again.

 "Your loss truly hurt me so, but waiting several centuries for your reappearance is truly worth it," she  whispered. 

Little Henry coos in his sleep. Shifting a bit in her arms before settling down again after finding a comfortable position to sleep in. Catalina carefully lifted him up and gently kissed his forehead. She smiled when he scrunched up his little face after his forehead received her kiss.  

"Such an adorable little one."

He coos in reply and Catalina could only chuckle softly.

The first queen had gotten too preoccupied with her son that she hadn't realized that hours of the night passed by and making way for the morning hours. The first rays of the sun peeking through the curtains that covered her windows. Catalina didn't get a single wink of sleep for the entire night but she didn't mind.

Watching over Little Henry was far more important to her than sleep itself.

She was too distracted in watching her son sleep that she didn't hear the knocking on her bedroom door or noticing it being opened.

"Mamá...?"

Catalina hesitantly removed her gaze from her baby and found her daughter, Mary, standing at her door. Looking at her with wide eyes and mouth agape. The teen's gaze moved from her mother to the sleeping infant in her mother's arms.

"M-Mamá...what...?" she asked. Gesturing to the baby.

"Mija, this is...this is your brother," Catalina replied.

"My brother?" Mary asked. Clearly bewildered by the situation she walked in.

She was just asked by Jane to go and check up on her mother since it wasn't like her to sleep in this late. So she did and came upon her mother, sitting on her bed and cradling a baby in her arms!

What a bizarre start to the morning!

"It's a confusing story, mija. Even I'm still figuring out how he got here," Catalina said.

"Is that...really my brother?" Mary asked.

The first queen nodded. "Your older brother to be exact. He was the one I told you about. The one who lived briefly," she explained.

Mary walked over to take a closer look at the infant. Catalina smiled and pulled back the blanket a bit so her daughter can have a good look. The infant cooed and slowly opened his eyes. Revealing golden browns similar to Mary's. The top of his head was covered with a thin layer of dark brown curls but not as dark as his sister's.

"Wow," the princess murmured.

Catalina smiled. "Do you want to hold him?" she offered.

The teen panicked a bit. "A-Are you sure?"

Her mother nods in approval. "I'm sure. Here. I'll show you how to hold him,"

The first queen demonstrated to her daughter on how to hold her arms out when receiving a baby. Mary copying her as best as she could.

"Hold him carefully and securely in your arms now. Mind his head," Catalina said as she gently handed Mary her brother.

The princess started to freak out a bit when Little Henry started to fuss and whimper as he was being moved.

"Stay calm, mija. You're fine," Their mother reassures.

Mary calmed down and held her brother gently yet firmly in her arms. The little prince calming down once he was settled in his sister's arms. Mary looked at the infant in her arms then at her mother. Catalina chuckled softly at the stars in her daughter's eyes.

"He's so light," Mary said.

"I know. I can guess that he's only about a month old," Catalina said.

"How did he even get here?"

"That, I'm not sure of. I just went to the bathroom for a few minutes and then he was already on my bed when I came back."

Mary nodded in understanding. They did all appear in this life at random after all so it was no surprise that her brother just appeared out of the blue. Catalina smiled as she watched her daughter cradle her son in her arms. She realized just how much sleep she lacked when she lets out a big yawn and her eyelids were instantly heavy and droopy.

Now she knows how Cathy feels when pulling an all nighter.

Mary noticed her mother yawn. Looking closely, she can see the dark bags under her blood shot eyes and droopy eyelids. Not to mention, she was a bit pale.

"Mamá, did you even sleep at all last night?" she asked.

Catalina shook her head while yawning a second time.

"No. I was too preoccupied with your brother. I was afraid that if I look away or put him down, he might disappear," she said.

"I can look after uh..."

"Henry."

"...right. Little Henry here and you can get some sleep."

Catalina waved it off. "I'm fine, mija. I have things to do today anyways," she said.

Mary raised an eyebrow. "Like what?" she asked.

"Buying things for the baby like clothes, nappies, bottles and formula. I also need to look for a crib and other necessities that a baby needs," her mother answered.

"I'm sure Cathy can let you borrow Mae's things for the time being. You really need to sleep."

"Perhaps but I don't want to bother her with borrowing when I can buy what your brother needs."

At this point, Little Henry decided to voice his opinion and started to fuss and cry. Mary tried rocking him back and forth to calm him down but he was having none of it.

"Give him here," Catalina said. Holding her arms out.

Mary gently passed her crying brother to their mother who then tries to calm him down. Still, he kept on crying.

"Maybe he's hungry?" Mary suggested.

"Maybe. Perhaps borrowing a bottle and some formula might do some good," Catalina said.

"I'll go and ask Cathy."

"Wait. I'll come with. Might as well have the family meet the newest member."

Catalina stood up from her bed and followed her daughter out of the room and downstairs where the others were. Gathered at the table and having breakfast.

"Does anyone hear a baby crying?" Anna asked. Looking up from her phone.

"It's not Mae since she's right here with me," Cathy said. Cradling her baby in her arms. The baby was giggling and clapping happily as Elizabeth and Edward were making funny faces to make her laugh.

"Maybe it's the neighbor?" Kat suggested.

"That's one loud baby if we could hear all the way from here." Anne said.

"Maybe it's...Catalina!?" Jane exclaimed upon seeing Mary and Catalina walking over. The first queen carrying a crying baby in her arms.

The others looked at her in shock. Their eyes mostly on the crying infant.

"I can explain but I'm going to need a bottle of baby formula please," Catalina said.

"Uh...sure! Wait here," Cathy said. She handed Mae to Anne before running upstairs to her room to fix a bottle of formula for Catalina's baby.

"Lina, how...what..?" Anna asked. Trying to comprehend why the matriarch of their family had a baby with her.

"He just appeared on my bed last night. That's all I can tell. I don't know how he even got there," Catalina said.

Cathy came back downstairs and handed the bottle of baby formula to her godmother. Catalina thanked her and adjusted her hold on her son before feeding him. He was instantly quiet and focused on draining the entire bottle.

The family was silent as they all watched the little prince have his breakfast.

"So...who's that exactly?" Kat asked. Breaking the silence.

"This is my son," Catalina answered.

"I didn't know that you had a son," Anne commented.

"He's not as well recorded as the others. Then again, most of my stillbirths were rarely recorded.

"What's his name?" Jane asked. Walking over to the first queen.

Catalina paused and looked up. Gauging what their reactions will be.

"Henry."

Immediately, there was a tension that appeared in the house.

Ever since arriving in the twenty first century, the queens made an unspoken agreement not to mention he-who-shall-not-be-named in the presence of each other in order to avoid potential trigerring. So this little one having to be named after his father might be a problem.

"Uh...is...is there an alternative..." Cathy asked.

"Well...I remember calling him 'Hal' to differentiate him from his father," Catalina said.

"Hal. Yeah, Hal is good," Anna said and the others agreed.

"Then we'll call him Hal from now on," Jane said. Smiling sweetly.

The newly named Hal finished his meal and Catalina sets the bottle down on the table before gently patting his back to burp him.

"What's his story?" Anne asked.

"I gave birth to him on the morning of January first, fifteen eleven. Of course, giving birth to a son finally solidified my position as a sovereign and the entire kingdom celebrated his birth. It was the most expensive celebration we've ever done. He was perfectly healthy back then but he suddenly fell ill and died fifty two days later," Catalina explained.

"Oh...Oh I'm so sorry, Lina," Cathy said.

Catalina shook her head. "It's fine. What's important is that he's here now and hopefully here to stay," she said.

"I'm sure he's here to stay, mamá," Mary said. Catalina smiled at her daughter but there was a twinge of fear in her eyes. Fear that, just like in the past, her son will be gone after fifty two days and fate was just being cruel to her.

"Does that mean I'm not the only boy in the house anymore?" Edward asked. Snapping Catalina out of her spiral of anxious thoughts.

"Looks like it," Elizabeth said.

"That also means you're a big brother now," Kat said. Smiling at her nephew.

Edward's eyes lit up and cheered at the idea of him being a big brother. Jane chuckled in amusement at her son.

"Looks like we have a new member of the family now," Anna said. Smiling at the baby in the first queen's arms.

"Indeed," Catalina said. She turns to Jane. "I'm going shopping later to buy things for the baby. Would you like to come with?" she asked.

Before Jane could answer, Mary quickly interrupted.

"Ahem! Mamá hasn't slept at all last night," the teen said.

"Lina!" Jane exclaimed.

"What? My son just appeared on my bed out of the blue! Of course I'm not going to sleep!" Catalina reasoned.

"You are not going anywhere until you march upstairs and get some sleep."

"But the baby--"

"I'll look after the baby. I promise he'll be here when you wake up and you don't have to worry about essentials because Cathy is willing to lend you some for the time being."

"But--"

"Catalina de Aragon from the House of Trastámara, do not argue with me or I will make you regret arguing with me."

Catalina pouted. "Fine," she said. Finally giving in. Then there was suddenly a sound of a whip cracking. Everyone looked at Anne, who had her phone out and a smirk on her face.

"Whipped," was all she said.

Anna and Kat burst out laughing and gave the second queen high fives. Cathy sighed and face palmed though she was hiding an amused smile behind her hand. Mary, Elizabeth and Edward snickered at this.

Jane and Catalina were not quite amused.

"I will deal with you later, Anne. Catalina, upstairs. Now," Jane said.

Anne raised her hands up in surrender but still maintained her smug expression. "Worth it."

Catalina walked back upstairs. Jane following right behind. They entered her room and the first queen sat down on the bed while the third queen went to pull the curtains in to block out the sun. Catalina yawns for the third time. Her eyes getting drooping even more.

"Give him here," Jane said. Holding her arms out.

Catalina hesitantly handed Hal to Jane. The blonde held the little prince securely in her arms.

"Off to bed with you. I promise he'll be the first one you'll see when you wake up," Jane said.

Catalina sighed and laid down on her bed. She looked towards Jane before closing her eyes and immediately falling asleep. Jane smiled and gently kissed the first queen's forehead.

"Sweet dreams, Lina," she whispers.

Jane looks down at the baby in her arms just as he had let out a big yawn and smuggled up in her arms. Slowly falling asleep as well. She smiled and gently kissed his forehead. He coos quietly.

"Sweet dreams to you too, Hal."

[lexartsstuff]

So my precious panini, Isabella, is a gay disaster. Like creator, like character I suppose

Izzy finally meets the eldest Boleyn after a show and she's.. pleasantly surprised

Mara Boleyn belongs to @marygrey

George Boleyn belongs to @ellielovesdrawing

[altairtalisman]

@marygrey’s Mara has a surprise date in store for @lexartsstuff’s Isabella, with @weirdbutdecentart100’s Willie supporting Mara and Jane Parker just... yeah, she’s not helping her fellow disaster lesbian today.