#writings of Catherine Parr

[tudorqueen6]

18 September 1544: Proclamation of the Queen Regent

18 September 1544: The Queen Regent writes a Proclamation about the plague in London from Oking Palace.

During her regency in 1544, Queen Kateryn Parr issued five proclamations. The following was written on the 18th of September in 1544. The proclamation was made at the outbreak of plague to keep people who had been exposed away from the court at Oking (Woking) Palace in Surrey where she and the children of the King resided. No. 19 The Queen Regent’s proclamation that no person exposed to the…

[theglareyousee]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Six - Marlow/Moss Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Catherine Howard Queen of England/Catherine Parr Queen of England Characters: Catherine Howard Queen of England, Catherine Parr Queen of England Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Theatre, lighting designers, First Kiss, theatre tech crew rise upppp, Longing, something something the intimacy of being together in a spot of light amidst a sea of darkness Summary:

“You should eat something,” Kit whispered, as she wrapped an arm around Cathy’s shoulders. She grunted in response and leaned further, almost sending the younger woman toppling off to the side. “I didn't just spend twenty dollars on pizza just for you to stand here.”

Cathy laughed tiredly, moved her bag off the only other seat in the booth, and gestured for Kit to sit down.

“Thanks for coming down here,” Cathy said, opening the box and practically drooling over the smell of freshly baked pizza. “I was mostly joking when I asked you to bring me food.”

or

Cathy's working on some lights and Kit drops by for a visit.

[pikapals16]

Chapter 50 (late as hell, srry) is brought to you by @turtlele !

[antohnet]

HELLO! I HAVE RISEN FROM THE DEAD!

Truth be told, I had simply not completed anything. I’ve started lots of things but ultimately gave up along the way. That combined with the fact that I am busy with classes means this blog has been dead as hell. I have come back with a peace offering.

Here is one of my OCs drawn in a french hood, referenced from Catherine Parr’s portrayal in Firebrand.

I would like to believe that I have improved, especially in terms of my colouring and shading. I still have much to learn but if you scroll down my page, you’ll see how I used to draw Antonette not so long ago. This is only like my 4th or 5th official drawing since starting the journey but that’s only due to the fact that I have scrapped many things.

In typical Ophelia fashion, I became impatient and rushed certain things. You’ll fine many crude details and unpolished blemishes that could have benefited from more attention and time but I am still learning and just doing this for fun. I’m not familiar with drawing fabric so you’ll find the dress sleeve is a simple placeholder over anything resembling historical accuracy and the veil may blend in to look like her hair (I promise that is cloth). The things I’m proud of is the skin colouring (I have learn to incorporate undertones better), and the pearls.

Perhaps in the future I will get to the point where my pieces are near seamless. For now, I am just happy that I am showing signs of progress.

I hope to be able to draw more and remain active here but we shall see! Love you!!!

[iamheretodomythingrip]

I wrote TMoTJ smut.

I don't regret anything

[oph3liatlou]

soft 🍄 angst 🌿 smut 🍀

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[mochiiikko]

Music Genre

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 !

Cracky and treated seriously, yes i did write an entire fic to further my k-pop propaganda, adhd!Catherine Parr

↳ Catherine Parr, Catherine of Aragon, Anne Boleyn, Jane Seymour, Anna of Cleves, Katherine Howard

𝐀𝐨𝟑

1.081 words

To be honest they kind of should have seen this coming from the moment 'HIP' entered Cathy's pre-show playlist.

And then 'MAISON' got added, then came 'Yes I Am' and then next was 'Good Night' a few days later 'Decalcomanie' got added and you can't forget that not even a day later 'Scream' got added.

Cathy had found a new hyperfixation.

"I physically need SuA to step on me."

Anne choked on her drink, Catalina staring with her mouth agape. "Do you even know what you just said?"

Cathy looked up from their phone, pausing whatever they were listening to. "What?"

Anne regained her composure, hitting her chest a few times. "Cathy! You can't just say that!"

"What? What did i say?"

"Mija, i love you. I am not awake enough to deal with your shit." Catalina muttered, holding her head in her hands. "One normal morning is all i ask."

"What did i say??"

Anne blinked a few times then burst into laughter. "Nothing, nothing kid, what are you listening to?"

Cathy visibly lit up as they showed their phone to the second queen.

A dreamcatcher song.

Huh, that explains it.

…

Kate was what the queens liked to call their strongest soldier.

It was jokingly, and only ever used in the context of Cathy's hyperfixations.

She was the only one who hadn't fallen for what Cathy called their fixation propaganda. Every time a new hyperfixation came around they'd try to drag one of the queens to enjoy the same thing.

Anna had fallen victim to their hyperfixation on heathers, Anne and Catalina had fallen for the mythical creatures hyperfixation, Jane, although surprisingly, fell when Cathy's hyperfixation on Pirates of the Caribbean rolled around.

Kate hadn't yet though which is why she earned the playful nickname of their strongest soldier.

But this time around, Kate had to admit, Cathy wasn't lying when she said k-pop was banging.

Okay, maybe she'd decided to try listening to some songs on her own, it was just a genre of music anyway.

And now she'd been listening to Twice's 'Fancy' on repeat for the last half hour.

"Damnit Cathy.."

…

"For FREE?!"

Anna snorted as she looked over to what could have possibly prompted this reaction.

"I am so gay." Cathy mumbled as they curled into their chair.

"What, are you watching porn?"

"NO!"

Cathy snapped their head around to meet Anna's gaze, their face flushed beet red. "Just a picture."

Anna raised a brow. "Can i see?"

"..No."

"Is it porn?"

"No!"

Cathy's face flushed darker as Anna burst into laughter.

"It's just an insta post." They mumbled, curling in a little further. "Hwasa's hot as fuck and i have a thing for backs.."

"Why do you have a thing for backs? And hands for that matter, where did that come from?" Anna asked.

"I honestly do not know."

…

Jane snapped out of her baking at the sound of sobs, immediate concern growing on her face as she put everything down to follow the noise.

It was the middle of the day, what could have possibly happened?

Jane furrowed her brows when she noticed where the sobs were coming from.

"Cathy?" Her concern grew when the only response she got was more quiet sniffles.

Jane opened the door and found Cathy laying on their bed, watching something. "Cathy? What's up?"

The blue queen quickly dried their eyes as Jane moved to sit next to them. "It's stupid." They mumbled in response.

"If you're crying it's not stupid.." Jane smiled softly, resting a hand on Cathy's knee

Cathy smiled back. "No, seriously, it's stupid. Nothing trauma related."

Jane raised a brow. "Then what?"

Cathy opened their mouth to answer, but apparently thinking about the topic was too much as they let out a sob instead.

As another sob tore from their throat they decided the best course of action was to shove their phone into Jane's hands.

"Cathy…."

"..."

"This is a dreamcatcher performance."

Cathy almost sobbed again. "It's so much more! It's their first win after like six years in the industry! It's so emotional and it happened like a year ago but i'm just so not over it!"

Jane chuckled and shook her head fondly as Cathy broke into a new round of tears.

"And their song reason just made it so much worse!"

Jane could barely hold in her laughter as Cathy's tears found a new intensity.

"There there.." Jane took Cathy into a hug with a fond smile, letting the sixth cry into her shoulder.

Oh the others would so be hearing about this.

…

"Ha! Cathy, have you heard 1 cm?"

Cathy groaned as Kate jumped next to them on the couch.

"Yes, yes i have. I'm the mamamoo stan."

"You're shorter than their shortest member!"

Kate squealed with laughter as Cathy narrowed their eyes. "Please, don't remind me. Besides, it's two centimeters."

"What are you two on about?" Anne hummed as she took a spot on the chair by the couch.

Kate got a mischievous grin on her face, which only grew when Cathy gave her a look which could only be read as 'don't you dare.'

"There's this song from mamamoo, one of Cathy's favorite groups."— Kate snorted— "It's about the members' height difference… Cathy is shorter than their shortest."

Anne barked out a laugh as Cathy groaned, her giggles anything but dying down as Cathy moved to hide their face.

"By two centimeters." Cathy said, though it came out muffled from their position.

"It counts!" Kate giggled.

"God, I hate the both of you."

…

On those rare occasions they wouldn't have any shows, the ever so comfortable free day, the six queens would gather in the living room purely to hang out in silence with each other. They'd make plans to go out, but when the day arrived they'd always all be too tired to actually go through with it.

There was a show on the tv, the first three queens being the only ones even vaguely paying attention to it.

Anna was scrolling through her social media absentmindedly, and to be frank with you no one really knew what Kate was doing on her phone, Cathy hadn't disclosed anything either but that was honestly a pretty easy guess.

Cathy's screen would catch Kate's attention every once in a while when she saw a face she'd grown familiar with over the past week.

"I need you guys to understand how hot Joy is while driving."

"WHO THE FUCK IS JOY????"

This fic is a mess/pos, please reblog it anyway/lh/j

[kinuhanino]

Pairing: Katherine Howard/Mary I of England

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 4k

Summary:

"But I still don't understand. Why is it that I must aid you?"

"Because…my affections for this person is forbidden."

“Forbidden? Is it because he might not be of high status? You know it wouldn’t be much of a problem. Many monarchs have wed people of much lower status. Ladies in waiting, courties-”

“That is not the problem.” Mary cut her off.

“Then what is?” Cathy was thoroughly confused.

“The person who I’ve garnered affections for… is not a man.”

"Oh."

A/N:  CONTENT WARNING: This fic talks about religion. Specifically Catholicism with a side of Judaism. If you are not comfortable with those themes, it would be better to be safe and just click off rather than reading this. Additionally, if you're looking for an accurate depiction of history this is 100% NOT the fic for you.

This is based on @kiarcheo​'s "Plan S Is for Stabbing" series (sorry for the tag)

[kingedwardvi]

Curiously enough, I’ve only recently watched “Becoming Elizabeth” as I’ve concomitantly read Edward VI’s biography.

It is hardly a surprise to observe there were great differences between the show and the book, specially concerning Katheryn Parr and Thomas Seymour’s own relationship.

Admittedly, though I know little of this matter myself, came across the excerpt below which gave me a lot to think about. For those who are little familiar with the first Dowager Queen of England in an almost a century (the last being Queen Elizabeth Wideville), the following content might actually come a surprise—or not.

What matters here is to promote not only a healthy discussion about their union, but showing that whereas Katheryn did love the man, she was not his first option to marry and she was not a “fool” completely blinded by her affection for him: she hesitated at first, unwilling to remarry in at least two years before becoming Lady Seymour out of respect for the king of England. However, Lord Thomas was a persuasive man, writing as far as a poem to claim the dowager queen’s heart—and he eventually succeeded it, as we are seeing next.

“Katherine moved into her dower house at Chelsea - away from the eyes at court, it was the ideal setting for Seymour to pay secret visits by night. Letters were sent and received, their contents, upon Katherine's urging, were quickly burnt: 'Your letter being finished ... I remembered your commandment to me’, Seymour wrote, ‘wherewith I threw it into the fire, be minding to keep your requests and desires’, yet the survival of both their letters suggest that neither was quite so willing to part with these tokens of love and affection.

Katherine confided her feelings to her friend Lady Paget, who urged marriage. But Katherine was hesitant. She wished 'it had been her fate to have him for a husband' but she was mindful of her position as queen. She had even kept the affair secret from her sister Anne who, when Katherine finally revealed the news, 'did not a little rejoice'.

As a growing number of friends discovered the secret of the affair, it became increasingly difficult to keep it hidden and rumours soon abounded. Meeting Seymour in St James's Park, Princess Elizabeth's servant Katherine Ashley challenged him over his marriage plans. Seymour boasted 'he would prove to have the queen', to which Ashley retorted that she thought this 'was past proof as I had heard he was already married to her'.

Ashley was right, for sometime between mid May and the beginning of June the couple had wed in secret, with one commentator believing the marriage had taken place as early as thirty-four days after Henry's death.

If this was true, then Katherine was playing a dangerous game - if she had become pregnant, there would have been no certainty that the child was Seymour's or Henry's. Katherine remained unwilling to commit herself, having doubts to the last.

She claimed she was his 'loving wife in her heart' but was determined 'never to marry, and break it when I have done, if I live two years'. Nevertheless, Seymour got his way. News of their marriage could not stay secret for long.

'I wish the world was as well pleased with our meaning as lam well assured [of ] the goodness of God's’, Katherine had lamented, 'but the world is so wicked that it cannot be contented with good things’. Instead she suggested that they find support for their union amongst the most powerful members of the council and court.

Seymour tested Princess Mary's reaction. It was not good. Mary considered it 'strange news', writing that if Katherine was keen, there was little she could do. In any case, 'being a maid' she was 'nothing cunning' about 'wooing matters'.

Instead, Mary appealed to her dead father's memory: if Katherine was not willing, certainly she would not 'persuade her to forget the loss of him, who is as yet very ripe in mine own remembrance’. Privately Mary was horrified at the prospect, and blamed Katherine for the affair. She possibly even appealed to Elizabeth to discourage the queen, but her half-sister, not wishing to stir up trouble, told her that they lacked any influence at court and should suffer with patience what was impossible to prevent.

Seymour would have to look elsewhere for support and he knew precisely whom to turn to. His confidence rested in the fact that he had managed to remain in regular contact with Edward through John Fowler, a Gentleman of the Privy Chamber, whom Seymour gave a bribe of £10 (£3,000) shortly after the coronation and before long was in his regular pay. Despite being almost continually in the presence of other gentlemen of the chamber, Fowler was soon able to converse with Edward and soon struck up a close friendship with the king, speaking to him alone.

It was not long before Seymour was calling in the favours. At the end of February he had met with Fowler over a drink and asked whether Edward had mentioned him - and in particular whether the king had ever wondered why he had remained unmarried. Would Edward be happy for him to marry? And who should he take as his bride?

Without asking too many questions, Fowler approached Edward a few days later, somewhat unsubtly repeating Seymour's queries. Edward's first reply was to suggest Anne of Cleves, but then, giving the matter more serious attention, answered that he thought Mary to be the best choice, if only 'to change her opinions'.

When Seymour heard, he laughed. 'I pray you, Mr Fowler, if you may soon, ask his Grace if he could be contented I should marry the Queen.’ He also wanted to know if Edward would write a letter on his behalf in support of the marriage.

It was at this time that Seymour, without Fowler's knowledge, began to visit Edward in private. It was not long before he had persuaded him to write a letter to Katherine, dated 25 June. Despite Edward writing to Katherine at the end of May urging her to 'continue to love my father', now the king seemingly endorsed her relationship with Seymour, since the letter ingeniously made their marriage appear as Edward's personal request to Katherine.

Moreover, it gave specific assurance that Edward would safeguard Katherine against any reaction from Somerset, who the couple knew would be furious at their secret union: 'Wherefore ye shall not need to fear any grief to come, or to suspect lack of aid in need; seeing that he, being mine uncle, is so good in nature that he will not be troublesome ... if any grief shall befall, I shall be a sufficient succour.'

The entire letter was no doubt composed by Seymour, who probably dictated it to the king.(…) When news of his brother's marriage leaked out, Somerset was furious. Edward's blessing made Somerset all the more enraged, and the king was not immune from the brunt of his anger, noting in his journal that 'the Lord Protector was much offended’.

But it was his wife Anne, the Duchess of Somerset, who took the greatest offence to the union. Described as 'a woman for many imperfections intolerable, and for pride monstrous, subtle and violent' who held Somerset under her sway 'by persuasions cunningly intermixed with tears', she detested Katherine.”

SKIDMORE, C. “Edward VI: The Lost King of England”.

[anticomedygarden]

Our crowning glory

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He got down on one knee/But I said "No way!"

When Catherine sang, she didn't see him. She saw herself as a young woman, fresh out of Durham House and hurling into the arms of Henry VIII.

Packed my bags/And moved into a Nu-nu-nunnery!

She should have known right then and there that her new husband wouldn't, couldn't, love her the way he should've. She should've known right then and there that the convent would've been kinder to her than the castle.

Joined the gospel choir/Our riffs were on fire

When she sang, she gave herself something new, something she deserved. She never wanted a divorce. She only wanted to live in a way worthy of her station and to raise her daughter well.

At the top of the charts/Is where I'm gonna stay

When she sang, she sang for salvation.

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Henry sent me a poem/All about my green sleeves

When Anne sang, the guilt and heartache washed off her in waves. She stopped seeing her own head in a basket and felt hope take its place, bright and burning in her heart.

I changed a couple words/Put it on a sick beat

She wished she could give her younger self the knowledge she had now, that a life with Henry, however brief, would not make her happy. She only hoped that her daughter learned that before she did.

The song blew their minds/Next minute I was signed

When she sang, she gave herself a do over, separate from her past mistakes. She denied Henry a place in her heart and instead took her life in her own hands.

And now I'm writing lyrics/For Shakesy P

When she sang, she sang for freedom.

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Since my first son/Our family's grown

When Jane sang, she saw her infant son, tiny and screaming in her arms. Her son, who she only got to know for 12 days before her death.

We made a band/And got quite well known

She reached out a hand to cup his chin, suddenly seeing her little baby as a young man. She savored that face, the one sitting under nearly 3 pounds of sparkling gems. This was what she had wanted with Henry, and this was what she had been denied.

You could perhaps call us/The Tudor Von Trapps

When she sang, she gave herself a family and the strength to know that she was the best she could have been. No matter when she died, she did her damn best, and she couldn’t ask anything more of herself. 

I'm just kidding/We're called the Royalling Stones

When she sang, she sang for the life she should've had.

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What a shame/Yeah, my face/It cost me the crown

When Anna sang, she saw that stupid portrait, the one responsible for her life trajectory since that idiot king looked at it and saw a pretty, docile young girl. Sure, it made her look beautiful, but what good was beauty in this world?

So I moved to the/Haus Of Holbein!/In my hometown

In her mind's eye, she slashed through the pretty canvas with her finger nails and turned to Henry, pointer finger accusatory and dripping malice. She never should have gotten on that boat to England, and she probably wouldn’t have if she’d been given the choice to not. 

His mates were super arty/But I showed them how to party

When she sang, she put herself right back in Germany where she wanted to be all along. She would never deny that her life post crown was fabulous and resplendent, but she didn't need that. She needed passion, and something to care about, though that palace in Richmond was pretty damn great.

Now on my tour of Prussia/Everybody "Gets down"

When she sang, she sang for independence.

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Music man tried it on/And I was like "Bye!"

When Katherine sang, she saw her 12 year old self, eyes still big and naive to the ways of the world. Even now, she was sad to admit those same eyes were drawn to the abject beauty of that child, the beauty that would cause her immense grief before her 20th birthday.

So I thought "Who needs him?/I can give it a try"

Now, she raged against the adults that had allowed that little girl to be abused so horribly for so long and then told her it was her own fault. She screamed and cried and tried to live her life on her own terms now that she had that choice.

I learned everything

When she sang, she stopped the grief before it could start. She may not have been able to change her own past, but she could damn well give that little girl something to live for.

Now all I do is sing/And I'll do that until I die

When she sang, she sang for the little girl she should've been.

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Heard all about these rockin' chicks

When Catherine sang, she saw herself at the altar of all four of her husbands, and she felt the combined dread of each day she was forced to be tied to men who didn't deserve her.

Loved every song/And each remix

She was a published author, for god's sake, but a young, eligible woman such as herself couldn't exist for long without being snatched up by inferior men with more power than her lest she be cast from society.

So I went out and found them/And we laid down an album

When she sang, she gave herself the dignity and independence she earned through hard work. All she ever wanted was to write and maybe make life easier for the women who came after her because no one should have to go through what she and the other five queens went through.

Now "I don't need your love"/All I need is SIX!

When she sang, she sang for the love of herself.

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also on ao3

[spaceagebachelormann]

Could you do all the queens from Six with the "Wanna bake cookies?" prompt? No worries if you'd rather not though. ^^

cookie disaster

pairing: all of the queens x eachother (platonic)

warnings: unrealistic because i’ve been trying to write this for days, chaos ensues, katherine h. doesn’t know how to bake, swearing

summary: the queens attempt to bake cookies

masterlist

“Hey, I have an idea!” Jane said, suddenly sitting up and grinning at her big brain idea.

Anne B. groaned loudly, “Ugh, we are not calling ourselves the Royalling Stones.”

Jane glared at her. “That wasn’t my idea. What I was going to ask, is wanna bake cookies?”

Anne C. smiled, “That’s… not a bad idea.”

“I wouldn’t mind!” Katherine H. chimed in, earning nods of agreement from Catherine A. and Catherine P.

~

About 30 minutes later, chaos had ensued.

Jane was the only one actually baking, stirring the cookie dough and trying not to lose her shit.

Catherine A. had curled up in a ball on the floor and layer there, occasionally screaming about whatever she felt necessary, and eating all of the rest of the cookie dough.

Katherine H. was horrible at baking, and after messing up a third time, resorted to loudly sobbing on the ground inches away from Catherine A.

Anne C. was actually trying to help. She wasn’t doing a lot, but it was better than what the other queens were doing. Even if she was just angrily crushing eggs when whatever she was doing didn’t work.

Anne B. was wearing a chefs hat and flirting with herself in the mirror.

Catherine P. had left once Anne B. started flirting with herself.

~

Finally, 50 minutes later, the cookies were done and the queens were eating them happily.

As the other five talked amongst themselves, Jane glared at them all.

“Thank you, Jane, for the lovely cookies we in no way whatsoever helped you make. We’ll be better. Right, Queens?” Catherine P. said, side eyeing them all until they nodded in agreement.

“Yeah,” Jane said, “you can clean this all up.”

The Queens sighed, “Fine.. that’s fair..”

[thehomeofplatonicfics]

Hi I recently discovered your account and I’m obsessed your writing is amazing and I don’t know if you’re still doing Tudor!reader Fics but if you are I have a request. So reader is Anne Boleyn’s eldest daughter and had to watch her mothers execution (for the storyline reader was 12 or so years old) and never forgave her farther so when she’s like 15 (maybe the day after Catherine Howard’s execution) she overthrows him as revenge. I hope you understand what I’m trying to say total understand if you don’t want to right it. Have a good day/night❤️

A/N: I love how kooky the timeline would have to be warped for this to be possible but I absolutely love the idea of this! So sorry for taking so long to write this, real life does enjoy getting in my way :(

Revenge

Someone had to stop King Henry VII, your father, from his increasingly brutal reign. Lady Mary, your half-sister, seemed unable to do anything without the counsel of her precious Ambassador Chapuys. Elizabeth was of course just a child, too young to rule. Edward was a mere baby. It seemed to you that the responsibility of saving the realm fell solely on your shoulders. It was a burden you were glad to take.

You were grateful that you’d had enough time being raised by your mother Anne Boleyn, that you had learnt how to be as cunning and manipulative as she had once been. Of course, having Mary as an older sister helped solidify those ideals, as Mary was able to inspire a great deal of loyalty in others when she wanted to.

It had been a long, arduous task to slowly turn the King’s courtiers against him. An entire year had passed before the perfect opportunity had finally arisen. Only two days had passed since poor Queen Catherine Howard had been executed on your father’s orders. Though you hadn’t been the greatest fan of the silly child, she was just like you… an innocent girl. Too many young women’s lives had been destroyed on the whims of an undeserving King, and the unrest among the populace seemed at its highest. It was the perfect time to strike.

The foundations you had laid throughout the year, telling little white lies here and there, promising things that you’d never do in order to gain the loyalty of the courtiers, would serve you well. The King had noticed some changes but could never trace them back to you. Often you would have agents loyal to you do the work that needed to be done while you were at home with Elizabeth in the country, creating a wonderful alibi.

Knowing that the King seemed to be favouring Catherine, the Lady Latimer, as his potential sixth wife, you realised that she would be the perfect distraction for your coup. You knew she wanted to be with Thomas Seymour so she would be likely to help you, especially as you had always had a good relationship with her growing up. Elizabeth, of course, was easy to manipulate into playing the part that you needed her to.

You dressed in your most regal black dress, deliberately picking out jewels and a French hood that made you look like a true ruler. You took a deep breath in and out to try to calm your nerves and your trembling hands before you went into the court. You gave a subtle nod to Catherine Parr who, along with Elizabeth, went up to the King to talk to him and distract him.

As soon as the King had begun discussing something with them both, you gave the signal to your loyal people who captured his guards and those you knew were still loyal to him, discreetly dragging them away.

You gave a sly, satisfied smile as you secretly prepared your weapon behind your back. You knew that your father’s greatest fear was getting sick, so you poured a poison on your blade before walking up to him, curtsying, and then holding the blade tightly against his throat. “Y/N! What is this?!” King Henry asks incredulously, clearly not believing one of his daughters could pull this off, his face grew white as he saw all the people loyal to you with their weapons drawn.

“I am now your Queen. You will take orders from me, and no one else.” You call out to the people in the court, who begin to cheer. You smile smugly to yourself as you see your father’s world crashing down around him.

“Why, Y/N? Just… why?” You give an incredulous laugh, sneering at him. “Why, father? For my mother.” You lean forwards, your breath touching his face as you snarl your words.

You turn to your guards, and give a sweet smile. “Throw him in the tower.” You command, pushing your father towards them. You sit on the throne, looking around at your successful coup. Allowing yourself a few moments to gloat in your glory, you immediately turn to your advisors. The Queen had work to do.

[pikapals16]

@thesixthrandomuser another request here u go!

(ngl i kinda changed it ever so slightly but it should still fit)

[tinfoil-jones]

Gravity Falls: For Your Own Good, Ch. 9

Summary: A few years after moving to Gravity Falls and having his lab built, Stanford Pines happens upon his estranged twin brother, Stanley. He mentally prepared himself to be suffocated by his brothers neediness all over again - what he wasn't prepared for was Stanley walking right past him like he didn't even notice him.

Rating: M for language, violence, and adult implications

Preface: Dialogue only, but some actions will be annotated for clarity. Cross-Posted on AO3 Here

First - Prev - Next

CH.9

“Why don’t criminals trust stairs?”

“Stanley, I am trying to work.”

“Because they’re always up to something.”

*Ford covering his mouth with his hand because he’s trying really hard not to laugh*

“Why don’t criminals like elevators? Because they hate getting taken down.”

*Ford faceplanting on his desk and slamming his fist on it because he’s trying not to laugh*

“What do you call a criminal snob going downstairs? A condescending con descending.”

“E-enough! I’m going to put you on mute if you don’t stop.”

“Ah, come on man. It’s not like I got much else to do here. I can’t even write in that notebook you guys gave me anymore cause I got nothing to write with.”

“Maybe you would still have writing utensils if we didn't run out because you chewed up all of the other ones we gave you.”

“I can’t help it, PhD. I’m on day seven of nicotine withdrawal and it’s still kicking my ass. I get that this whole lab is a ‘no smoking’ zone, but I saw stretch using dip, and you didn’t say anything; just looked at him in a passive aggressive, judgemental way.”

“Tobacco is a nasty habit, and you are better off losing that vice while you’re still in a controlled environment. Our father never kicked it on his own, so this is really for your own-.”

“Yeah, yeah Doc. For my own good. I’ve heard it a million times. Do you like, keep score of how many times you say that, is someone keeping track of it? Or is that your only excuse for the insane crap you’re always pulling.”

“If it will placate you and keep you quiet, I’ll wheel over a television.”

“You have one of those down here?”

“I primarily use it as a device that decrypts thoughts, but its original function is still intact. Let me bring it over.”

“How uncharacteristically considerate of you.”

“You’re watching The Black and White Period Piece Old Lady Boring Movie Channel.”

“Wait a second, where's the remote?”

“There isn’t one.”

“Stay tuned for the six episode marathon of The Six Wives of Henry VIII, starring Keith Michell as Henry VIII, Annette Crosbie as Catherine of Aragon, Dorothy Tutin as Anne Boleyn-”

“Change the channel. PhD, I swear to God.”

“Anne Stallybrass as Jane Seymour, Elvi Hale as Anne of Cleves, Angela Pleasance as Catherine Howard, and Rosalie Crutchley as Catherine Parr.”

“No- NO!”

*Ford presses the mute button on the cell*

(...)

160 minutes later…

“Stanford, I brought those scrap m- what in Sam Hell?”

“I appreciate it, Fiddleford.”

“Is there a particular reason Stan is staring unblinking at that TV screen?”

“I put on a soap opera because I thought he would hate it. But he… really got into it.”

“Is that the same reason why his desk chair is smashed in the corner?”

“Yes, there was a plot twist he did not find agreeable. I tried to change the channel after one episode, but he gave me such a look that I truly believe if I did, he would find a way to break the forcefield just to strangle me.”

“That’s… Not what I expected from someone like him.”

“I’ve never seen him get this way. Not even during a baseball game or boxing match where he made the wrong bet.”

“It can’t rightly be that interesting.” 

*Fiddleford pulls up a chair near the cell to watch the TV*

“You both do that. I still have important research to document.”

(...)

240 minutes later…

*all three of them are staring at the TV and don’t start blinking until the credits roll*

“I’ll tell you what, fellers, I can’t believe Gardiner got away with everything.”

“I know, right? Whatever Jesus approves of, I’m sure it’s not that.”

"We're Jewish, Stanley."

"Really? Well that explains why I distinctly remember the Aryan Brotherhood nearly beating me to death in prison."

"They what?!"

"Calm down PhD, I said nearly."

(...)

"Stanley, it has almost been ten days, it’s time to remove your stitches."

"Give me some nail clippers, I'll do it myself."

"Properly. Come on, don't be such a wuss about it."

“Can’t F do it instead?”

“No, he is in town on a supply run. Also, the only difference between you and I and under that shirt is the amount of rolls.”

“Ouch, low blow PhD. It’s not like you’re a runway model either. Fine, but any more cracks on my weight, and I’m going to remind you I’m a threat inside and outside of bars.”

"What are these, circles-? Wait, burns? ...Who did this to you?"

"... Don't worry about it."

"I am going to worry about it! Stanley, who did this?"

"It doesn't matter..."

"It does! Please, I'm your brother just-"

"Don't make me think about it, I don’t remember a lot but- I don't like remembering that."

"Oh Stanley." *hugs him even though it isn't returned* "I'm so sorry. Whatever happened, you didn't deserve that."

"You'd be surprised."

To be continued...

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Have some more angst gayasses

[cryingwanker]

the fact that we know so little about henry the eighth's wives is actually shocking. no portraits of anne boleyn created when she was alive have even lasted until today, and she was the fucking queen of england. catherine parr wrote books, and plays, so that fellow women could be educated, and write like her, all while being a woman in tudor times. most people only know them as one of henry's six wives. the information we have about them is not even confirmed. all because they were women. i know for a fact that if they were men they would be much more well-documented.

the piece of media that i personally think is good, while portraying his wives realistically, and giving them their own identities, is six the musical. its a wonderful piece of work, and the singers are so talented. its bringing history into mainstream media, and making sure more people know how amazing these women were.