#or maybe it was 1534...

[fideidefenswhore]

There’s a scene in the Tudors where Anne and Henry get into a fight about his mistress and Henry reminds Anne that he can “strike you down as quickly i as raised you” did he actually say that to her? I remember reading that he would say that a lot to anyone who displeased him.

This one, right?

The report is from Chapuys (September 1533), since someone's asked I thought it might be interesting to break down in its entirety rather than the excerpt:

The King holding it certain by the report of his physicians and astrologers that the Lady would bear a son, has determined to hold rejoicings and solemn jousts to make up for (pour regor de) the shortcomings of the last, which were shameful and beggarly, and already some of the Lady's favorites have sent to Flanders to buy horses. 

What does he mean by the shortcomings of the 'shameful and beggarly' last? I suppose it could be in reference to the jousts cancelled in 1516, but if he's referring to the celebrations for the last son in 1511, they were "the third most expensive spectacle of Henry's reign"; so it's an odd remark...

The King has taken from his treasures one of the richest and most triumphant beds (lictz) which was given for the ransom of a duke of Alençon. It was well for the Lady that it was delivered to her two months ago, for she would not have had it now ; because, being full of jealousy, and not without cause, she used some words to the King at which he was displeased, and told her that she must shut her eyes, and endure as well as more worthy persons (aussy bien que vailloient mieulx quelle), and that she ought to know that it was in his power to humble her again in a moment more than he had exalted her. By reason of which words there has been some grudge, and façon de faire, so that the King has been two or three days without speaking to her. No doubt these things are lovers' quarrels, to which we must not attach too great importance, yet many who know the King's disposition consider them a very favorable commencement for the recall of the Queen.

The remark about "she would not have the bed now" is Chapuys' commentary (added to the script for the scene linked above), the report about what Henry said begins after 'told her'.

There's other reports from + about this time (one from the same source as above, just slightly earlier) that are incompatible with this report, fwiw, so...make of that what you will.

[boleynqueenes]

the people have spoken…

[an3mos-mp]

“Just friends”

Summary: After meeting with Scaramouche and Aether for a group project, Scaramouche decides to be more bold about his advances

Starring: Scaramouche, Aether (This is a Scara x reader, Aether is just a side character)

Genre: Romance, soft smut (does that exist? If not it does now)

Warnings: Suggestive themes, cussing, dirty thoughts

Author’s note: This is literally the second thing i consider “smut” that i have EVER written to bare with me. I couldn’t think of a better title-

Word count: 1534 words

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Your relationship with Scaramouche was… complicated. You always found yourself walking on eggshells around him. You feared the possibility of him finding out about the feelings you harboured because well- have you met the guy? As one of his closest friends, you had first row tickets to watching him break every heart thrown his way and trample on the feelings of every person who dared to open their hearts to him. While it was hilarious, it was also terrifying. So terrifying that it was second nature to hide your feelings while you were with him. Whether you were sitting together in class and he’d make an effort to speak with you alone. Or whenever he would drag you off to some place (often times he had no destination in mind). Or when his eyes would linger a little longer than you’d consider socially acceptable during your group meets with Aether.

Instances like those made it very easy to fall for him. Despite his cold disposition, it was no secret that he cared about you. Some of your friends argued he cared for you a bit too much but at times you couldn’t disagree with them. Times like right now when Scaramouche was too occupied with tracing random shapes into the palm of your hand to listen to Aether explain about his side of the group project you were working on. You kept your eyes on your laptop screen to distract yourself from your racing heart.

“Maybe we should focus on white collar crime?” Aether questioned as he scanned his notes. When he got no response, he rolled his eyes at the both of you before continuing with his little rant on why you should narrow down your research topic. From beside you, Scaramouche had moved closer to you, his head now resting on your shoulder as he traced the letters of his name into your palm.

“Ugh guys, are you even listening?”

Scaramouche spoke without hesitation. “No.”

And that was the beginning of another one of their petty arguments.

You sighed before you zoned out. Scaramouche and Aether quarrelling in the background. You often zoned out and you weren’t very proud of the direction your thoughts about Scaramouche had been going. The hopeless romantic in you always added the most effort to your scenarios to make them romantic. For example, love confessions under a starlit sky. Or swapping anonymous love letters as you both entertained the possibility of a romantic endeavour together. This time around, however, it was Scaramouche interrupting one of your study sessions with a gentle caress to your cheek. His gaze was soft as he leaned in toward you, his other hand lingered near your thigh. Then he would whisper something openly perverted in your ear.

The sound of snapping fingers shattered your fantasy and brought you back to reality.

“I asked you a question.” Scaramouche said, his unwavering gaze upon you.

Your embarrassment was hard to hide because you had a fantasy like that in his presence. “Sorry, I had something on my mind.”

He raised an eyebrow. “This is the fourth time today. What’s so interesting that it’s occupied your mind so religiously?” He teased in a way that made you almost believe he knew exactly what was on your mind. You averted your eyes.

A big mistake. Scaramouch smiled. You covered your mistake by changing the direction of the conversation to Aether. “Let’s wrap this up so we can all go home.”

Scaramouche hummed in amusement. “Now you’re changing the subject. Are you trying to hide something?” He challenged as he tilted his head to the side. As an expert at hiding your feelings from your friend, you absolutely sucked right now because he was putting you on the spot.

“So you are hiding something.” His smile turned cunning. “What is it?”

Aether interrupted your conversation. “Can we deal with our project first?” He said, unamused. You both heeded his words before actually working on the project. Two hours down the line, Aether left Scaramouche’s apartment leaving you two alone.

Scaramouche was insatiable but of course you didn’t know this. If you were to keep your secrets, he would keep his too. It was hard for him to ignore you daydreaming more often as of late. Was he boring? That thought itself made him reel with jealousy. What could be more important than him that you use your time together to think about it? Was it a person? He was surprised you couldn’t feel his eyes on you every time you studied in his room together. It annoyed him how his presence didn’t seem to affect you much and while he liked the idea of you being very comfortable around him, it drove him mad that he was the only one who would ever feel the tension between the both of you.

You broke him out of his inner turmoil with a basic question about the project. How could you not know the answer to this, he wondered. But you did know the answer to it. You didn’t know how much longer you could handle being under his intimidating gaze. A moment passed before he sighed and began his explanation while showing you his notes.

“The macro theories explain everyone’s behaviour while micro theories focus on people as individuals rather than as ‘one’.” He drawled on, his voice monotone because of how mundane this was to him. You weren’t even paying attention to his words. Instead you watched his fingers as he trailed them over quotations from his notebook. You admired the sensual way his fingers traced the edge of the page as he explained. Soon you found your gaze on his lips. They glimmered under the light in his room because he would occasionally lick his bottom lip during his explanation.

Scaramouche rolled his eyes when he noticed you were no longer paying attention to him. Typical. He turned to you with irritation but it faded when he saw your gaze locked on his lips. His breath hitched.

You looked up when you realised he stopped talking and muttered ‘Oh’ when you realised how close he was to you. For a moment you both stared, daring the other to act on the tension you had created between each other. You didn’t have the guts to do that and Scaramouche knew that.

Scaramouche trailed his fingers along your hand and wrapped it around your wrist. When you didn’t pull away he closed the distance between you and placed his other hand behind your neck. His breath fanned your lips, hesitation lacing his actions. When you didn’t resist he pressed his lips against yours.

He pulled you closer to him, the contact between your lips becoming more rushed and urgent. He grasped the front of your shirt with his hand while the other fiddled with the waistband of your pants. You gasped into the kiss at his touch and brought him closer with your hands that were now wrapped around his neck. You bit his bottom lip then soothed it with your tongue and he allowed himself to melt against you.

You pushed Scaramouche onto his back and trailed kisses over his jawline then down to his neck. He gasped when your lips kissed a particular spot and this encouraged you to linger on that area a little longer. His hands were in your hair in seconds, pulling at the strands like his life depended on it. You shivered at the sensation and continued your assault on his neck. You used one of your hands to support you as you hovered above your best friend, the other hand snaking its way down his chest. You parted from Scaramouche’s neck and kissed him once more as your hand grazed one of his nipples causing him to break the kiss to whisper your name with desperation. Your stomach curled at the sound.

You toyed with his nipples while moving your knee between his thighs, Scaramouchs arching further into your touch. You savoured the little gasps and noises he made as he lost himself in the pleasure you gave him. He began to roll his hips against your thigh over time and to you, this was a sign to go further. So you did.

Your hand trailed down his chest and creeped over his abdomen before settling on the waistband of his pants. You halted and broke the kiss. Scaramouche immediately protested but he cut himself off with a shameless whine when your hand held him from over his pants.

“You have such a pretty voice.” You said before leaning in until your lips brushed against his ear. “You should sing for me like this more often.” You felt him shiver from beneath you which only spurred you forward, “Would you like another kiss?”

He nodded and breathed, “Just not on my lips this time around.” You found his shameless behaviour very endearing but before you could act on his request, your phone rang from the bedside table. It was Aether. You realised why when you noticed his keys beside your phone.

Shit.

[c0smicp3ach]

𐙚 ๋࣭ ⭑baked love- kento nanami

summary: nanami x gn!reader, cafe/bakery au, curseless au, fluff, first fic pls be nice

words count: 1534

By all means, Kento Nanami was not a late person. He was either extremely punctual or not attending at all. However, somehow, he was running a whopping fifteen minutes late to work. Maybe it was because he took too long to get ready. Or maybe it was because of the new employee at the cafe that caught his eye today. 

Normally, Nanami would stop by his local cafe every Wednesday morning to grab a croissant and a decaf espresso on his way to work. However, when he walked into the bakery, he was not met with the usual mundane employee but rather a new, refreshing face staring back at him.

When you think of Kento Nanami you would think calm, cool, and collected. Yet the blonde salaryman staring back at you is far from that. He was a partially disheveled, blushing mess. Everything you’ve said to him had gone in one year and out the other. The only thing he was able to make out was the 3rd,

 “Can I get you anything, sir?”

Your voice was genuinely music to his ears. Compared to his usually depressing and suffocating life, you were the air he needed to breathe. Regardless of this three-minute encounter, he felt like you were perfect. Angelic even. Returning to his senses a few seconds later, he could tell you his usual order, a croissant and decaf espresso.

 He stepped aside as he waited for you to make his coffee and checked his watch. His encounter with you had already set him back five minutes due to his absent-mindedness when seeing you. If it was anybody else, he would’ve been back on his way to work. He tried not to, but watching you work completely had all his focus. Everything you did was done diligently and cautiously, which he enjoyed dearly. Even the way you, packaged the croissant was done with care. He likes to think that you did it just for him. 

He laughs to himself at how delusional he thinks he’s being. Of course, you have to work carefully; it’s your job-

“Decaf for..Kento?” You announced cheerfully, completely breaking his train of thought. He hesitated before going over to the pickup counter, hoping he could strike up a really quick conversation with the end goal of getting your number. 

He adjusted his tie and brushed his hand over his hair to fix any loose strands. He briefly thought about how ridiculous he was being. He’s known you for ten minutes, practically risking his no-tardy streak, all for someone who has only glanced his way twice (which is part of your job, might he add). Yet, he thinks it would be all worth it in the end if he succeeds. 

He waited for you to notice he was there so you could hand him his drink, and when you did, you gave him a smile that he thought made his knees weak, fingers just gently brushing up against his for a literal millisecond. That alone caused his mind to go blank, ruining his plan of getting your number. 

All he could do was get his breakfast and mumble a brief “thank you” before rushing out the front door. Maybe he could get to work quickly now that his adrenaline was pumping through his body.

He wasn’t sure how he ended up here on a Friday afternoon, but Nanami had convinced himself he needed to order another croissant or maybe even some more coffee. 

Instead of heading home from work after a tiresome day, he found himself standing at the entrance of your cafe. He was a little disheveled since he was trying to make it there before you closed for the night. He honestly thought he wasn’t going to make it in time. He didn’t even plan on coming at all and was in the process of looking for a new cafe to go to, as he didn’t think he could face you without turning into a fumbling mess. 

When he stepped inside the cafe, he realized how empty it was, with you, him, and another patron being the only ones inside.

“Welcome, I’ll be right with you!” You called from the counter, as you were still tending to the other patron’s order. He stayed silent as he waited on his side of the counter for your attention. He used this as his redemption to try to get your phone number again. He adjusted his tie like last time, looked in his phone camera to make sure his hair was presentable. 

By the time you finished helping the other customer, he felt ready. Honestly, it's a little better than ready. Nonetheless, he didn’t take into account that you and he would be the only two in the place.

“What can I get for you?” You smiled. He started feeling his palms sweat, but he had to stay level headed. He didn’t even really know what he wanted to order, but he did know he wanted something he could talk to you about.

“Are the strawberry danishes any good?” Great! Perfect! He could feel himself fighting back a smile as you locked eyes with him. 

“I haven’t tried them yet! However, I personally enjoy any of the croissants.” A person after his own heart. Truthfully, he doesn’t even care for Danishes very much. He just wanted to make conversation. This was going better than he thought. 

“Interesting. Which one is your favorite?” He asked joyfully. He could tell you were a little taken aback, maybe unprepared for anyone to ask for your opinion on the pastries. He hoped you didn’t say the plain ones, as those are the only things he ordered from here. He was hoping you would recommend him something as sweet as he thought you were. 

You thought briefly before deciding, “I think the chocolate ones are out of all of them.”

“Perfect, then I’ll get one of those and a small peppermint tea please.” You nodded as he handed you his card. Handing it back, you went to get started on his order while he went to go mentally freak out near the pick-up counter. All he had to do was say, ‘Can I maybe get your number please?’ It seemed harder than he thought, but as long as everything ran smoothly, he’d be fine. 

Once you were done with his order, he practically bounced in your direction, rehearsing those six words. He took the small bag with the croissant from your hand, 

“I really hope you enjoy these. I am slightly biased since I made these myself, but I think they’re the best croissants in town.” You said with a small laugh. He chuckled, so excited to try your baking.

“I’ll have to take you up on that.” He grinned. Your fingers brushed briefly when you handed him his tea, which had him feeling his heart race for the millionth time that week. All he had to do now before he left was to get your number. He felt his hands dampen again and his heart rate pick up. He was so nervous you would say no that he thought he would be sick.

“Could I maybe-”

“Can I get your phone number?” You had beat him to it. You practically fought back a smile, and he felt his eyebrows nearly lift off his forehead. 

“Oh! Yeah, of course.” He replied with a grin. Nanami had never felt this way before. He felt his heart flutter when you pulled out a pen and a sticky note to hand to him. You’ve been waiting for him to ask you since the Wednesday he came in. You thought he was handsome and had a charming aura when he approached the counter. You didn’t think he would come anymore this week, as he didn’t stop by yesterday or this morning, so imagine your surprise when he came in forty-five minutes before your shift ended. 

“I’ll text you?” You smiled as he nodded with a smile.

Although his plan didn’t go how he wanted it to, he technically succeeded in a way. When he got home, he felt like he had something to look forward to for the rest of the night. He felt a little uneasy as he wasn’t sure if you were actually going to text him or not.

He constantly checked his phone throughout the night. He had already prepared dinner, but there were no new messages. He was beginning to lose hope as he decided to go and get ready for bed.

As he was exiting the bathroom, he practically felt his heart drop through his stomach as he checked his phone one last night. 

(1) new message

[digisims2]

The real reason I logged in today was because I installed couple of Sims, each in their own folder so I knew I'd get duplicates and planned to sort them out but before that did this important little step:

Searched the whole folder for *.package to get all the package files listed. After that I set the order to "size" starting from the biggest one and it revealed me this;

Now you're probably wondering, what's so bad about these randomly named files I've highlighted. Well, maybe you've heard of the file that can make your game crash at for example sim aging to elder? Or perhaps your game randomly crashes when random sim enters your lot? Sometimes the file is called "uhkjhihjkj(11)" and it's a file that likes tagging along with packaged Sims and occasionally people pack it together with recolors that are actually using in-game meshes thinking that it's an oddly named mesh.

Well it's not a mesh. This file has few characteristics that make it pretty easy to spot: firstly usually the random name (or the uhkjhihjkj(11) mentioned earlier), secondly the file size, I've seen few slightly different sized ones but usually it is 6807KB or 6.64MB depending on where you check the size. Thirdly, if you open it in SimPE the contents will look like this:

It contains 1534 CRES resources, and as you can see it's CRES:es of all(?) base game accessories, clothes, hairs and who knows what else. The list is so long I never bothered checking it all though. Point however is that for whatever reason this file corrupts very easily and causes game to crash at random moments. And even if it doesn't corrupt it's just plain junk file that's taking space on your hard drive.

Now you're probably (hopefully!) looking through your Downloads folder to see if you have this file/these files and that's a good idea. Also good news is that you don't need to panic, if you find this kind of file in your game just delete it. Nothing will break, nothing needs it so your recolors will remain working. It's literally a junk file and it's perfectly save to delete so please do so.

I felt like making this little PSA since I realized that not everybody probably is aware of this stupid file lurking out there in random downloads. + this way I can just link this post whenever it sounds like somebody might have this particular issue with their game so I won't need to type it all over again every time.

[herawell]

#but mary being maybe partly guiltly like ‘oh it wasn’t something wrong with me’#when her father starts taking mistresses again#but then he changes but it’s because of Tommy#(i think if no tommy he would have moved on but been Absolutely Fucking Miserable)#(which is his fault but also the social historical context)#anyway tangent!#but mary as an adult realising that thomas blames himself for norwich when it was#henry’s cascade of bullshit that bought him back (henry did not intend that at all but it’s what happened)#is Something maybe????

Does Mary blame or resent Henry for Thomas Seymour’s attack, since his affair with Jane Seymour helped embolden him?

You know I’d never thought of that but yes, almost certainly yes. (Also thinking about how indirectly Henry’s affair with Jane + The Seymour Men bought Norwich back into the picture…)

[polizwrites]

PoliZ’s Hot Bucky Summer MasterPost

I am thrilled to have gotten a blackout for this super-fun (and super-hot!) 13-week event hosted by @buckybarnesevents! I ended up with eight fics (a mix of one-shots and chaptered fics - all of which are complete!) and a total of 12,987 words written. Three of the works are rated Mature, with the others being Explicit; I paired Bucky up with Tony three times, Steve three times, Steve and Tony once, and Clint once.

See below cut for the list of prompts/fics, with ratings, pairings and word counts.

Week One: “Louder, let everyone hear you.” + Noisy Sex + Exhibitionism: Coming Clean [Bucky/Tony, Bucky/Steve, Explicit, 621 words]

Week Two: “What should I call you?” + Master + Alpha: The Business of Pleasure - Chapter One [Bucky/Steve, Explicit, 990 words]

Week Three: “Really? Here?!” + Someone Else’s House : Making Themselves at Home [Bucky/Tony, Mature, 411 words]

Week Four: FREE WEEK + Acarophilia [Scratch Kink]: The Business of Pleasure - Chapter Two [Bucky/Steve, Explicit, 884 words]

Week Five: “We’re…” + Friends with Benefits : Coming Clean - Chapter Two [Steve/Bucky. Bucky/Tony, Explicit, 1017 words]

Week Six: “I won’t be able to stop myself.” + Gone Feral : Riding Out His Rut [Bucky/Clint, Mature, 1534 words]

Week Seven: “Put this on for me.” + Collars: All Our Faults Laid Bare [Bucky/Tony, Mature, 900 words]

Week Eight: “Maybe this'll help you relax” + Cockwarming: Conflicting Priorities [Bucky/Steve, Explicit, 581 words]

Week Nine: FREE WEEK + WAM (Wet & Messy): Overflowing with Passion [Bucky/Steve, Explicit, 596 words]

Week Ten: “Shhhhhhhhh…” + Gagged + Voyeurism : Coming Clean - Chapter Three [Steve/Tony, Bucky/Steve/Tony, Explicit, 1196 words]

Week Eleven: “You look good like this.” + Kneeling + Tied Down + Ruined: The Business of Pleasure - Chapter Three [Bucky/Steve, Explicit, 2033 words]

Week Twelve: “What should I wear?” + Nothing : Love is like a muscle (and you make me want to flex) - Chapter One [Bucky/Tony, Mature, 1200 words]

Week Twelve: FREE WEEK + Optional Prompt: Mutual Masturbation: Love is like a muscle (and you make me want to flex) - Chapter Two [Bucky/Tony, Explicit, 1024 words]

[blueiscoool]

A 14th-Century Papal Bull Discovered in Poland

A lead seal found in northwestern Poland has been identified as a rare papal bull from the reign of Pope Boniface IX (1350-1404). It was discovered in 2021 north of a former cemetery in the village of Budzistowo by metal detectorists with the PARSĘTA Exploration and Search Group. Dirt and corrosion made it difficult to identify at first. Specialists in Kraków cleaned and conserved it, revealing the inscription that marks it as the seal of Boniface IX.

Bullae were round seals, usually made of lead, that were hung on silk strings affixed to the parchments of official proclamations and documents. They were legally valid and highly recognizable signatures. Metallurgic analysis found that this one was made of pure lead derived from galenite deposits in Cyprus, Sardinia, Greece and Spain. This composition indicates the bull is original, not a later copy.

The reverse inscription reads: BONI/FATIUS/PP:VIIII. The obverse features the images of Saint Peter and Saint Paul identified by the inscription SPASPE above their heads.

In the 9th century, what is now Budzistowo was founded by Pomeranian tribes as the fortified settlement of Kołobrzeg. The settlement was on the Parsęta River 2.5 miles from its mouth on the Baltic Sea, and was rich in salt, fish, iron ore and arable land. The Polish Piast dynasty conquered the area in the 10th century, and Kołobrzeg grew into a regional center of the trade in salt and salt-cured fish.

It became a seat of a bishopric in 1000, but the area would only become thoroughly Christianized in the 12th century. St Mary’s church was built at that time. It was converted into an abbey in the 13th century when German settlers founded a new town of Kołobrzeg on the Baltic and the former Pomeranian stronghold was renamed Old Kołobrzeg. A monastery for Benedictine nuns was then built in Old Kołobrzeg.

Historians hypothesize that the bull was kept at the Benedictine monastery, based on a reference in the comprehensive history of Kołobrzeg written by the 18th century Pastor Johann Friedrich Wachsen. He recorded that in 1397, Boniface issued a letter of indulgence for the Benedictine nuns. It guaranteed a full indulgence to anyone who visited the local church.

With no relic relating to the monastery surviving to this day, [Dr Robert Dziemba, the head of the Kołobrzeg History Department,] says that if it is proved that this bull is the same one referenced by Wachsen it would be nothing short of “a historical revelation”. […]

Dziemba speculates that this particular papal bull may have been lost in the 16th century.

“After the 1534 congress in Trzebiatów introduced Lutheranism to Pomerania, the document simply lost its value,” he said. “Maybe the bull was thrown out when the duchy took control of the monastery as a result of this congress – but maybe it was lost centuries later. We will probably never know when and why it was discarded.”

The conserved bull has gone on display in the Museum of Arms in Kołobrzeg.

[varteeny1234]

i'm just. this is the third sbk x reader i've written. man

Summary:

It felt like time didn't pass, while you were here, floating in the nothingness that was the glass tube. You didn't know why you were here, you didn't even know where here was. It felt like a fog had coated your mind, and you couldn't keep ahold of your memories. It was dark, too, but you were pretty sure that that was because your eyes were closed. ~~~~ Reader has been tubed by the monkey man and fool rescues them :3

Words: 1534

Chapters: 1/1

Warnings: IT'S ANOTHER X READER. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Ship: fool/reader

dear [REDACTED]: i hope you like it :P

It felt like time didn't pass, while you were here, floating in the nothingness that was the glass tube. You didn't know why you were here, you didn't even know where here was. It felt like a fog had coated your mind, and you couldn't keep ahold of your memories. 

It was dark, too, but you were pretty sure that that was because your eyes were closed. 

You could hardly hear the sounds coming from outside the tube, as well. Not like anything out of the ordinary ever happened, of course- the most that occurred was someone (Avid, maybe? It was hard to tell, but his voice was clearly distinguishable as his) monologuing every once in a while. 

Part of you wondered how much longer you'd be here, if anyone was ever going to find you stuck in here, if anyone would break you out of this stupid glass. You could probably gather the energy to eventually break yourself out, but... surely someone was coming, right? 

(You tried your best to believe it, but enough time spent unable to move your body while being quite possibly the loneliest you'd ever been made it difficult.)

(There was someone you remembered... there was someone you knew that cared.)

(Why couldn't you remember their name?)

All this meant that it was a surprise when suddenly, out of nowhere, there came what you thought was the sound of (muffled) screaming from somewhere off in the distance. It still felt uncomfortable to try and make better sense of it, but you could guess with relative certainty that someone was mad. Someone was furious. 

And they were coming closer and closer to where you were stuck, judging by the volume's steady increase. 

Then, there was an explosion, and everything around you shattered, literally, and you fell down, out of the tube. In the split second after, you could think so much clearer, and the sounds and the smells and the colors- oh, there was so much red- made you want to curl up and hide away from it all. You'd grown numb at some point, your senses were all incredibly overstimulated. 

You expected to land on shattered glass. The tube had exploded, after all- aside from hearing the noise, your eyes had opened (albeit briefly) and you could smell the smoke. 

But instead of leaving you to fall, your savior- the one who'd come to rescue you from this awful place- caught you and lifted you into their arms. Their body was so warm... you felt like you could fall asleep. 

"No, no, don't go to sleep, stay awake. Come on, stay with me- I'm going to get you home. You can sleep then... once you're safe, you can sleep all you want! But for now, I really need you to try and stay with me. Just- hell, I don't know what I'm saying- just listen to my voice, alright? I'll keep talking to you," the mystery person said, starting to walk somewhere. "You shouldn't fall asleep while we're still here." Their voice was deep, and though it was rough as if from screaming, it was calm, and familiar. 

You clung tighter to them. Some of their skin felt like it was made of... paint? 

Something within your slowly-recovering memory stirred. It wasn't paint, it was something much more important- you didn't know what it was, but you knew that about this person.

You knew them. 

"Yeah- yeah, I've got you, that's it. I got rid of that- that damned monkey. He won't be bothering either of us for a while, at least, not if he knows what's good for him. I'll kill him a thousand times if that's what it takes for him to get it through his head that you DON'T TOUCH MY FAMILY- sorry. Sorry, I shouldn't yell..." 

They'd quieted back down once they'd noticed you flinching at the noise. That was nice of them. Your eyes were still closed, but somehow, you could imagine exactly how their guilt left their brow furrowed and their gaze just a little sharper.

"Get ready for a drop. I, uh, might have burned the ladder out of here, so we're taking the sky route." 

Before you could decipher whatever they'd meant by sky route, gravity itself seemed to change as they held you close to them while in complete free-fall. Without fully meaning to, you instantly snapped your eyes open and looked around- you were indeed falling downwards- and away from the stony, mossy underside of an island.

A second later, the mystery person had wings splayed out behind them, catching the wind and lifting the two of you back up towards the clouds. 

Now that you could see their face, your brain seemed to be kicking itself back into gear. 

Fool. Of course it was him who'd come to get you- there was no way he would have ever left you there. 

You tried to say his name, but you coughed instead. Fool looked down at you, and the not-quite-liquid half of his face that was normally a happy golden color was now a bright, angry red. There was a dangerous glint in his eyes, but because it was Fool, you knew it was really just protectiveness- towards you, specifically, at that. The thought made your heart warm pleasantly.

(The red liquid was much warmer than the gold had been, you noticed.)

"Y/N?" He said. You opened your mouth, trying to respond, but he shushed you. "Hey, now, don't try to talk yet. We've got all the time in the world for talking after you recover. I'm taking you back to Birch kingdom. It's safe there, Avid won't come anywhere near, I think I made my point pretty clear that if I can see him from the top of Big Bircha then he's too close. He hurt you- he's going to pay."

Avid... Avid hurt you? That name was familiar- oh, right! Avid, the monkey from the Jungle kingdom. 

He was the one that trapped you?

...Fool was going to keep him from ever hurting you again. He would keep Avid from hurting anyone ever again. You wondered what exactly he'd done that made him so sure Avid wasn't planning some form of revenge. 

Well, there'd been fire and explosions back where Fool had found you- OSSHA, that was what the building was... at least, you assumed so- so that had to have been part of it. Maybe the screaming you vaguely remembered hearing was the other part?

Before you could get too lost in your thoughts, Fool brought your attention back to the present. "Heads up, we're about there. Glad it's a short flight, at least."

You blinked slowly, and looked down, and the leaves of the giant birch tree in the center of the kingdom made their way into view. The branches were dancing in the wind, it appeared.

Fool didn't fly down to the bottom of the tree to the staircase, like you'd expected him to. Instead, he flew into the branches, carefully weaving around them until you were inside the living quarters that had been built on the inside. 

Almost immediately you were carefully laid down on a bed with a soft blanket, and Fool sat down on the end of it. 

"I'm sorry it took me so long to find you," he murmured, glancing away. "As soon as I noticed you were gone, I didn't stop looking, but I'm still sorry."

"'S- 'S okay," you slurred. "...Got me out 'ventually."

"Still! I- you were in there for who knows how long, exactly, all by yourself! I should've found you sooner."

You didn't know how to respond to that in words, so you settled for- with a lot of effort- dragging your arm across the bed to cover Fool's hand where it was clenched tight around the blanket. He seemed to relax a touch at that. 

"I really, really care about you," Fool admitted. "I don't like thinking about you hurting, and me not being there to stop it."

Your eyes widened at his words- had already known it was true, of course, but Fool was usually more the type to let his actions speak for him. 

"'Anks," you tried to give him a big grin, to make him laugh. To your credit, it almost worked- the corners of his lips perked up a bit!

The squishiness of the pillow you were lying on gave you a better idea. You tightened your grasp on Fool's hand, and tugged him over, coaxing him into lying down next to you. You made sure to rest your arm over top of him, so that he couldn't get up without feeling guilty. You were sure that the new shade of red spreading across his face was entirely unrelated to the weird paint thing. 

Now, you were even more sure that the exhaustion was going to take ahold of you any second now, so you let yourself relax and closed your eyes again. 

(When you woke up next, you smiled. Right before you'd drifted off, Fool had leaned over and given you a small kiss on your forehead... you wouldn't tell him you'd still been awake for that, though.)

[deep-hearts-core]

i finally shoved a 911 fic out into the world. about time, right?

I know I'm not the only one (1534 words) by inmylife Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Athena Grant & Henrietta "Hen" Wilson, Evan "Buck" Buckley & Henrietta "Hen" Wilson, Tommy Kinard & Henrietta "Hen" Wilson Characters: Henrietta "Hen" Wilson, Evan "Buck" Buckley, Athena Grant, Tommy Kinard Additional Tags: Coming Out, Pre-Canon, mentioned Buck/Tommy, Canon Compliant, Missing Scene Summary: 3 times Hen Wilson stares through the door of someone else's closet.

there's probably hopefully going to be 2 more 911 fics from me, maybe even three. i have ideas and one doc nearing 7k that i haven't touched in several weeks. stay tuned or whatever and in the meantime please enjoy this short and semisweet fic about hen talking to/about the gay men in her life coming out. because hen being the experienced gay is important to me.

[fideidefenswhore]

Yet, even Chapuys, who gives us this information, says earlier in the same letter that ‘there had been… talk of a new marriage for this king… which rumour agrees well with my own news from the court of France, where, according to letters [I have] received, courtiers maintain that this king has actually applied for the hand of Francis’ daughter’. Chapuys himself therefore does not connect up the rumours of a ‘new marriage’ with Jane Seymour. In early April, Jane was still little more than a lady whom the king was pursuing. At best, in accordance with the conventions of courtly love, she was the lady whom ‘he serves’ – a telling phrase. At worst, she was a passing fancy, whom Henry may have hoped to make his mistress. Chapuys certainly didn’t think much of Henry’s choice. He described Jane the day before Anne’s execution as ‘no great beauty’ and ‘not a woman of great wit’; he implied that she was unlikely to be a virgin, and reported that people said she was inclined ‘to be proud and haughty’. Yet, by this point, the world had changed, and with it, Henry’s intentions towards Jane. It is highly improbable that before Anne was considered guilty of adultery, Henry had seriously begun to plan to make Jane his wife.

1536: The Year that Changed Henry VIII, Suzannah Lipscomb

"I hear that, even before the arrest of the Concubine, the King, speaking with Mistress Jane Semel of their future marriage [...]"

[scotianostra]

The Battle of Hadden Rig was a battle fought on August 24th 1542, except maybe it wasn't.

To explain this I have to tell you about how much of the dates in history from centuries past can be identified, in this instance it is down to the the feast day of Saint Bartholomew the Apostle, rather than post a date the chroniclers would merely say it was a certain saints day or so many days either side to whatever christian feast, The Battle of Hadden Rig was on St. Bartholomew's day, so the dates all correspond to them aye? Naw, because the calendars changed in 1752, St. Bartholomew's day was originally on September 11th on the old style Julian calendar, nowadays the Catholic Church honours him on August 24th, oh and to muddy the waters a wee bit more Eastern Christianity observe June 11th to honour him. We also have the fact that the actual date September 11th in the Gregorian calendar actually corresponds to August 29th!!! So with that in mind I'll get on with telling you about Hadden Rig.

I think this little known battle is largely forgotten about is due to the numbers involved and the exact location being relatively unknown, I will post a link to this afterwards.

With Scotland now ruled by the young James V under the influence of his English mother, hopes for improved Anglo-Scottish relations were high. However, in 1534 Henry VIII broke the link between Rome and the English church appointing himself as its Supreme Head. Suppression of the Abbeys and plundering of the wealth of the church followed.

Such action was strongly opposed by James V who was heavily influenced by the staunchly Catholic and pro-French magnate Cardinal David Beaton. With Scotland resisting the English move towards religious reform, tensions between the two nations increased significantly. The death of Queen Margaret in 1541 removed the final impediment to war.

Henry VIII demanded that James meet him in York to discuss a religious settlement between the two nations but the Scottish King failed to attend. An English army then raided the Scottish borders under the Command of Robert Bowes.

The only real source for what happened is from the book "The History of the Wars in Scotland: From the Battle of the Grampian Hills In The Year 85, To The Battle Of Culloden In The Year 1746, which was first published in 1783, so a guid few years after the battle. This is directly from that book.

Henry of England, being disgusted at his nephew's connections with France, and finding that Henry of England, Francis had sufficient employment at home, resolved to invade Scotland, both by sea and land.

He, ' appointed a very considerable army to rendezvous upon the borders, under the command of Sir Robert Bowes, one of his wardens, the Earl of Angus, and his brothers. James had nominated the Earl of Huntly to command his army on the borders, consisting of 10,000 men; and his lieutenant was Sir Walter Lindsay of Torphichen, who had seen a great deal of foreign service, and was esteemed an' excellent-officer.

Huntly acquitted himself admirably Well in his commission, and was so well served by his spies, as to have certain intelligence that the English intended to surprise and burn Jedburgh and Kelso.

The English army, under Bowes and the Doug lases, continued still on the borders; and the Scottish nobility and gentry had resolved ’not to attack them on their own ground, nor to act offensively, unless their enemies invaded Scotland. Huntly being informed that the English had ad advanced, on the 24th of August, to a place called Haddonrig, and that they had destroyed a great part of“ the Scottish and debatable lands, resolved to engage them; and the English Were astonished when they saw the Scottish drawn up in order of battle about day-break. Neither party could now retreat without fighting; and Torphichen, who led the van. consisting of 2000 of the best troops of Scotland, charged the enemy so furiously, that Huntly gained a complete and easy victory.

Above 2,000 of the English were killed, and 600 taken prisoner among whom Were their General Bowes, Sir William Mowbray, and about sixty of the most distinguished northern barons; the Earl of Angus escaped by the swiftness of his horse. The loss of the Scottish was so inconsiderable that it is not mentioned.

Of course Henry VIII was not to let this go and got his revenge in November at Solway Moss, more on that in Novembers post.

The following link lets you know where we are in the understanding of the battle as of a couple of years ago, it calls into question the above account, although now mentioning it, it also asks questions about the location, and disputes the numbers.

https://www.thesouthernreporter.co.uk/.../mystery-over...

[ao3feed-piltovers-finest]

Sorrow found me when I was young

by hdsoull

And maybe it's selfish of her, but Vi loves her so much that sometimes it scares her. Not only because of what that implies (the risk of losing someone again), but because Vi can't understand how anyone could adore her so much. And yes, she's had Vander and Powder in the past, but they both involved a burden of responsibility that she had been preparing for all her life. Here, in Caitlyn's room surrounded in her arms, she can't understand how anyone could love her so much without holding her to any kind of standard.

Words: 1534, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Caitlyn (League of Legends), Vi (League of Legends)

Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)

Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Character Study, Vi Needs a Hug (League of Legends), Childhood Trauma, Self-Esteem Issues

Read on A03. from AO3 works tagged ‘Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)’

[hypegirl1]

May the Evil rise again (Part 2)

Part 1 here

Summary:After Aurora finds out about her family,she's looking for real answers from them,but things don't go out as planned

Word count:1534

"Mom...destroyed the magic?"

"Oh she did,and your grandma and aunt helped her,and your mom was going to be the next queen of Mewni,but turns out that it wasn't as they expected"

"How do you know all this..."

"Aurora!"

I could hear my mom screaming in the background,I don't know where she was or how they found out I was here,but now I was in problems,and it wasn't good.I panicked and started running to some stairs that led to a big hall upstairs,but it was too late,my parents already found me.

"Aurora,we need to leave,this place is dangerous"

"No!I want answers!What was that woman talking about?You destroyed the magic?!And you were part of a royal family?!What were all those paintings?!"

"Aurora listen,we'll explain it to you outside,it's dangerous to stay here"

"But dad,I-"

I didn't knew what to say at this point,I exited the building with my parents and went home,the whole way back was very quiet,I was in very big trouble.When we arrived my parents made me sit on the couch,oh no,no no no.

"Aurora,we need to talk"

"Yes mom,I escaped to see the castle and scared you,grounded for 1 month?2 months?"

"What?No Aurora you´re not grounded"

"Oh"

"We...want to talk about what you saw there.Yes,we were part of the royal family,the Butterfly´s,I was the princess back then,and your grandparents were the king and queen of Mewni,then,Mina,one of Mewni´s biggest warriors kinda lost herself and decided that she wanted to destroy Eclipsa"

"Well not kinda,she was determined to destroy her at all costs and leave your grandma as the queen"

"She-she wanted to destroy aunt Eclipsa?why?"

"When your aunt became queen,she learned dark magic,and for everyone that was seen as evil and dangerous,even though she never commited any kind of crimes.Well maybe also the part that she fell in love with your uncle Globgor when she was supposed to be with Shastacan"

"I understand,so why did you destroyed the magic?"

"Because it was too powerful,we couldn´t destroy Mina with magic,so destroying the magic was the best choice"

"But- I´m sure there could have been a better choice! You´re telling me that if nothing like that ever happened,I would be a princess now,and you and dad would be the king and queen,and I could do magic and-"

"Aurora,no,I don´t want to hear anything about magic again,we almost died with it.Your aunt is now the queen,the crown is hers now"

"Marco,without magic we wouldn´t have met,do you remember?"

"Star! Aurora literally escaped the house and went to the castle,and now you´re saying that?"

"Sorry sorry,you´re so cute when you get mad"

Uhh,well,the situation was definitely scalating quickly.

"Fine,sorry for escaping,I just wanted answers,why did you hid this from me?"

"Because we wanted you to grow safe and sound,we didn´t wanted you to get hurt if you discovered all of this"

"But I´m safe,I´m mad that you hid our family history and the whole story about the magic!"

"Aurora,you have to understand that we did it for your own good"

Well,maybe they were right?But if aunt Eclipsa could do dark magic and also mom and grandma,what was the problem?

"I understand...sorry for escaping"

"Apologies accepted,but you´re grounded for 1 month"

"What?!"

"Marco!Don´t punish her,she just wanted answers,leave it for today"

"Alright...why do you have to be such a good person?"

"Let´s just forget this and continue with our lives,alright sweetie?Go to bed now,it´s late"

No,I wasn´t going to bed,I had to do something about it,they destroyed the magic because of some crazy girl? That´s stupid! There must be a way of bringing the magic back,but I don´t know it...

"If they destroyed the magic,it must have been with a spell?"

That´s when I had an idea,in mom and dad´s room there is a hidden compartiment in the closet that mom always told me to not open,maybe there is something related to the magic there...maybe she didn´t destroyed all the magic and saved a bit?But I couldn´t do nothing now,they both were asleep,I had to wait til next morning.

When I woke up next morning,it was 12 am,wow,how come I slept so much? I got out of bed and put one of my favorite dresses on,brushed my hair and went downstairs,my dad was on the kitchen table reading something

"Dad!Can I ask you something?"

"Don´t you say good morning to me now?"

"Sorry,good morning"

"Good,what did you wanted to ask?"

"Well,now that I know almost everything,there is no reason to hide the rest of the secrets right?"

"I guess you´re right...what do you want to know?"

"How did mom,grandma and auntie destroyed the magic?"

"I don´t know the details 100%,why don´t you go ask your auntie?Your mom is bussy"

"Alright,thank you I love you!"

"I love you too"

I went outside to find my mom doing some gardening

"Mom,uhm,can I ask you something quick?"

"Sure,what is it?"

"I´m going to auntie's Eclipsa´s place to ask her about how you destroyed the magic,can I?"

"Aurora I- sigh* yes,go ahead,maybe we went a little too far hiding this to you,you have all the rights to know about your family and their past,go honey,I´m sorry for what we´ve done"

"No mom don't say that,you just wanted to protect me,I understand,maybe I also went a little too far yesterday night"

"It´s alright,I´m glad you´re okay,go ahead,your auntie will ve bery happy to see you,tell her I said hi"

"Thank you mom,I love you,bye!"

I hugged my mom and went running to my aunt´s castle,there were a few guards around,but they knew me

"Hi Aurora!"

"Hi!"

I knocked on their door and waited for an answer,that´s when uncle Globgor opened the door

"Yes?Oh Aurora! Hi honey,what are you doing here alone?"

"I came for a visit and to ask auntie Eclipsa something,is she busy?"

"No,you can come in,I´m happy you always visit us"

"Yeah me too,I mean we live very close"

My uncle guided me through some rooms to my auntie´s garden,where she was resting

"Eclipsa,we have visitors"

"Oh? Aurora my baby! How are you doing? How come you came alone? Where are your parents?"

"They are at home,I came to visit you and to ask you something,can I?"

"Sure honey,anything"

"I´ll leave you girls alone then"

Uncle Globgor left the room,leaving me and auntie Eclipsa sitting on the soft grass

"What is it?"

"Well,uhm,yesterday I found out our family history and the past..."

"Oh...I´m sorry honey,we all thought it was better for the new generations to hide it..."

"No no it´s alright,I understand,but I wanted to ask,mom said you helped her and grandma Moon to destroy the magic,how did you do that?"

"Well,we casted a spell called The Whispering Spell in the magic dimenssion,it destroyed all the magic forever"

"Mhm,and what was the spell like?"

"I think it was something like break the bond,tear the fabric,cleave the stone,stop the magic,it was many years ago so maybe I´m wrong"

"Wow,that sounds very cool"

"It wasn´t cool at all..."

"Oh,sorry..."

"No it´s fine honey"

"And...how do you go to the magic dimenssion?"

"You had to enter through one of the waterfalls that were at the sanctuary"

"And where was the sanctuary?"

"Wow,you can tell that you´re Star´s daughter haha,it was close to the forest of certain death I think?The magic came from the magic dimenssion and to the sanctuary,I don´t remember very well Aurora sorry"

"No it´s fine!Thank you so much"

"You´re welcome sweetie,do you want to stay for lunch?"

"Sure!"

I stayed with my family for lunch,were me,uncle Globgor,auntie Eclipsa,and my cousin Meteora had a lot of fun.When I got back home I knew there would be something I had to do.

"Hi I´m back"

I entered the house running upstairs,I had no time,I had to search that sanctuary,I had to bring the magic back

Part 3 coming soon...

[malkaleh]

OT3 verse Henry does have to have a conversation with (almost all - maybe not the three youngest) his kids about the Nonsense he got up to 1534-36 and it’s honestly just like It’s What He Deserves.

Elizabeth, thinking that she was the cause of him treating her mother and other dad so cruelly, that if she’d been a boy he wouldn’t have done (also I’m pretty sure she is Angry)

Tommy who feels like he should be more like Henry often - like that he’s not living up the expectations of a 16th century heir to the throne (which is a good thing sweetheart!) and that he cannot allow himself to be less than understanding and forgiving and not angry getting to hear that it’s a good thing that you aren’t like me in many ways actually.

George who is…listen, Henry is like “George you were the most wonderful miracle in the world - you are my son, you will always be my son, my prince’ because it’s true. George was a test that Henry passed that he only realised afterwards was a test.

Liam whose early mistakes Henry understands a lot more (which to be clear, it was in the lines of ‘had a crush on two ladies at once, didn’t tell them about each other and decided to be with them both’ rather than anything else) than his other parents.

Meg. OH MY GOSH MEG MY KNIGHT. Meg is actually the hardest because Meg, they have such a sense of Justice And Fairness and she looks up to her father the king and he has to explain that sometimes, sometimes he’s not great.

Owen is just like: Never Do That Again Or I Will Kill You (serious). He is like twelve.

[avionvadion]

Out of curiosity, where is Anastasia from? Just due to early InuYasha episode with the toad and Amari Nobunaga, we know that Kagome traveled between 1534-1551 because Oda Nobunaga is alive, but still has the reputation of being a fool and idiot given Amari Nobunaga’s reaction when Kagome mentions Oda Nobunaga and given the use of matchlock guns isn’t known by Jakotsu at first, this is probably soon after the Portuguese come to trade in 1943. I’m just really curious what type of settlement Anastasia hails from because this a couple decades is before England started colonizing so I’m going, “Well, if she’s not British settler does that make her from a Spanish colony? a failed French settlement? Maybe a Dutch one?” I mean I know Inuyasha implied Anastasia is from America, but it’s not like he knows since the European trade with Japan would be relatively new. Sorry if this is a lot, I’m really sorry, I just listen to stuff while doing art and I recently listened to the first episode of Blue-Eye Samurai which is set in Sakoku (post-1603), and the biracial (half-white/half-Japanese) main character was bullied as a child by being told they had “round eyes, like a dog’s”, which made me think of Forest Deep and the bullying Inuyasha and Irene went through, particularly at the castle with the servants, which made me wonder since Irene looks so much like Anastasia, just exactly where, if she or Anastasia run into any foreign traders, who don’t know them, might associate them with. Again, I’m sorry, this is probably a lot of info dumping.

I don’t know that much about history, so I actually appreciate these little info dumps, lol. I research what I can, but it doesn’t always work.

I have it written in my notes that’s it 1553.

Anastasia’s backstory was supposed to be revealed fairy soon in the fic since we’re nearing the end of the first half of the fic, but basically my plan for her was-

Massive Fic Spoilers below!

A recently made pregnant Anastasia was forced overseas and became terribly ill while on the ship. Once arriving in Japan her captors left her to die, but through some unlikely means she survived. This was because of her finding an injured cat and nursing it back to health.

This cat was actually a deity in disguise- one who had shown mercy for humans and wound up being tricked, and the fellow gods punished the deity for his foolishness by trapping him inside the body of a calico cat. It could not use powers to heal any injuries, as per the curse set upon him, but it’s blood could bestow a gift.

And in thanking Anastasia for mending his wounds, once again convincing him that certain humans could be kind, he granted her his blood.

This allowed her to birth two healthy twins and travel throughout the lands, protecting herself with Shikigami. Due to her harsh experiences, these Shikigami were fierce and aggressive. Anastasia did not have the power to heal. But then she met Kakuju, and they married shortly after her (21st) birthday. She still travels as a priestess, but dies shortly after becoming bedridden from another illness.

One of the twins went back across the sea after their mother’s death, and Irene and Maria are descendants of that child, while his sibling fell in love with a Japanese person and had a daughter- Diana. Diana marries a Japanese lord, but eventually dies when birthing a stillborn.

The cat deity has been mourning Anastasia’s death and his failure, knowing full well she had been revived by Kakuju as a soulless Hitogata. The cat deity was actually the one who had given Kakuju’s ancestors the knowledge on how to cast this spell, as he had been fooled by their fake kindness and tricked into telling them how to do so, leading to the course of time being altered. This caused the gods to punish him, forcing him to live forever in the body of a cat with the curse-

The curse that could only be broken if someone- a person from a bloodline he had tainted- could truly be kind. If they could share that kindness and extend it even to the spirits they commanded, so much so that the spirits become protective, will the curse break.

Uhhhhh, and I guess Anastasia could be Dutch??? Also, hey! I know exactly which chapter you’re talking about! Only you, Sango where Inuyasha snapped at the servants for bullying Irene.