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ceratatata · 1 year
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2-4-1-10 (Chapters 1-4)
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To those lying below
Chapter Summary:
Master Chief harnesses his main character plot armour, and Church throws people into space
Aka: teamwork!
I try to post weekly, but due to the lack of laptop they might come out a day or two late. I'll do my best. Anyway, enjoy Church and Chirf kicking ass along with a little of feels-plot
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catfindr · 2 months
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hoofpeet · 11 months
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Qwhat if...
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breadforreal · 1 month
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Not doing too well mentally haheheh here's some doodles
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onenicebugperday · 7 months
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@jenisis submitted: I rescued some hornworms from my sister's tomato plants and two of them recently eclosed! Here's one of the beautiful moths, I released this one a few hours after their wings expanded.
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One of them unfortunately had some deformities and couldn't get their abdomen out of their chrysalis, and by the time I realized something was wrong their wings had already hardened while shriveled. I kept them in a special disabled-friendly container so they could at least spend the rest of their life comfortably. They passed away last night warm and with their belly full of sugar water. I was wondering if there was anything I could've done if I'd caught it earlier? I have two remaining pupa that are due any day now, and I want to give them the best chance.
I'm glad this one was safely released and the other was still able to live a nice happy moth life despite their disability! Humidity is especially important for safe eclosion as well as something for them to climb up onto immediately so their wings can hang naturally to expand. I use damp coconut fiber bedding for them to pupate in and mist it daily to keep humidity up. If they ever appear to be partially stuck in their pupal case and can't remove it themselves within fifteen minutes or so, you can try to help them by GENTLY so gently pulling it away from them. You don't want to force it as you can remove limbs or damage wings accidentally. One of mine last year had a partially stuck proboscis and I was able to gently pull the pupal case off. Sometimes, though, there are just eclosion mishaps and it can't be helped!
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kinokochi · 15 days
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york loves his buff girlfriend
(ref image etc under read more)
please tell me nobody has done this exact thing with these exact characters or i might cry
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also the phone case is green bc delta <3
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gxlden-angels · 2 months
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Just passed a giant, slightly decayed sign that just said REPENT. Nature is healing <3
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fischiee · 6 months
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when york reveals to carolina that he’s helping tex and you can hear the emotion in lina’s voice when she says “what are you doing here? why are you helping her“ is something that means so much to me
she’s just so taken aback and horrified that someone she trusts and cares about so much would willingly side with tex, not to mention the fact that it’s /york/ who she loves but won’t let herself be with and he’s just confirming all of her worst fears - that love destroys and you will always be hurt and betrayed by the ones you let close
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dmercer91 · 10 months
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nhlers as ultra specific things
this is basically a list of nd lore as nhler hcs
cause it makes them feel more human and i feel like that’s a good thing
pls add on or feel free to challenge my choice of player <3
michael bunting bites his nails
matthew tkachuk messes with his eyebrows and eyelashes
luke hughes picks at scabs and acne
dawson mercer pokes his tongue out when he’s focused
nico hischier picks at his nails
trevor zegras plays with a rubber band when he’s unsure
mitch marner tells stories and forgets the point
mark estapa chews on his hoodie strings
rutger mcgroarty zones out so hard he doesn’t catch what people say to him
freddie andersen cracks his knuckles when he’s uncomfortable
william nylander picks at / messes with the cuffs on his long sleeve shirts
john gibson doesn’t like eye contact but makes a point of doing it in case he seems rude 
seamus casey says ‘huh?’ only to properly answer a question without it being repeated
jamie drysdale doesn’t like it when his food touches
elias pettersson shuts down when he’s overwhelmed
jack hughes scrolls on his phone with his mouth over the caps of his water bottles
andrei svechnikov jumbles english and russian when he’s flustered
pyotr kochetkov gets migraines
auston matthews hates his laugh
john marino thinks he’s the king of sarcasm but misses most sarcastic comments
cole caufield has a hard time reading when it’s his turn to speak and often cuts people off or misses his window
tage thompson responds to compliments with an extremely awkward grin and an enthusiastic thumbs up
owen power pushes up his glasses only to find out they’re not even on his face
ryan graves has a good singing voice but his voice will absolutely never see the light of day
sidney crosby smiles and nods when he could not have less of a clue what’s going on
rasmus sandin consistently trips over his own feet
dougie hamilton often says ‘thanks, you too’ when a non hockey player tells him he played well
ethan edwards wanders off mid conversation if he hasn’t spoken in a while without even realizing
arber xhekaj complains consistently about one thing and when he’s given a completely reasonable solution he refuses the advice
kent johnson draws on his arms
gavin brindley has a really niche/uncommon skill and is completely baffled when others are impressed
alex turcotte struggles doing groceries cause he’ll only buy what he’s currently craving
timothy liljegren has a good memory but only because he can associate things he needs to remember to the absolute most random third party aspect ever
connor mcdavid will enter a room with a task to complete and stand in the doorway buffering cause he can’t remember what it was
leon draisaitls hands are always cold
logan cooleys room is really messy but he can remember that he has a pack of gum in his black sweatpants that are on the far left corner of his floor under the red shirt. if the gum is moved to an appropriate place for gum it will never be touched again
connor bedard laughs at really bad jokes out of pity (or cause he doesn’t get it and he feels like he should)
quinn hughes has no social battery unless he’s with his person - in which case he is on crack
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one-time-i-dreamt · 1 year
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I took my partner on a road trip to meet my mom. They wanted to go to Canada. We get to my house and it's not my house, but my friend's grandma's house wallpapered in the wrong colours. It's not my mom on the couch, but my aunt who passed away in 2020. I hadn't brought my partner, but their cousin, who I have only met once. For some reason it made more sense to me to go to South Carolina first before driving a few hours to see Canada.
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love-beyond-space-war · 9 months
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hi requesting a washxreader short sorry where they're trying to keep their relationship a secret but fail miserably, could be set during freelancer or with the reds and blues. thank you!!
I felt it would be cute to write for new and young Washington for this. So have this short where you and Wash try to have a secret relationship (you're bad at it). Sorry if this wasn't what you wanted, I wasn't sure what to do, as a result I didn't really like how it came out? :(
Professionalism
Agent Washington x Reader (Project Freelancer Era)
Synopsis: It's not uncommon for those in Project Freelancer to be close friends or even see each other as siblings. However, when it comes to you and Agent Washington, you care for each other much more than that. You may both think no one knows... but in reality, nearly everyone does.
Content Warnings: Romantic Pairing, Gender-Neutral Reader/Male Character, Secret relationship, Poor attempts at secret affection, Kissing, Slight clingy behavior, You're just two cute love birds, Carolina x York mention.
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Complex relationships were a common sight in Project Freelancer. Many agents had their own circle of friends, they have their own enemies, typical behavior expected of a private community.
Many saw others as friends. Many saw others as siblings. Many saw others as rivals. Although, very few saw each other romantically for the sake of professionalism or the fear of being attached.
That was the case between you and Wash.
How could you not fall for him? He may not be the best agent out there... but he's kind and compassionate. Naive, too.
You were drawn to him... he even felt the same towards you. The issue was keeping things secret. For the sake of professionalism you tried your best.
You often only showed more intimate affection in private. Even then it was just kissing or heartfelt conversation. You two even tried to sneak in affectionate gestures when no one was looking. It was your little guilty pleasure.
One you thought was quite secret... in reality, it was easy to tell.
Many close to either you or Wash could tell you had a close relationship towards each other. Constant meetings in private, hand holding, and the tendency to lean on one another was a dead give away. That and the fact the both of you looked so melancholy away from one another.
It was clear you were love birds.
Nearly everyone knew it.
It was actually nearly comedic to see you try to hide it. Wash, being the naive and innocent agent, often couldn't help going on and on about you when asked. Meanwhile you often went shy when Wash was brought up.
You were both capable of being serious soldiers in Project Freelancer. You knew when to cut things out if you had to. Just when you had down time... no one was blind to you two being gone.
Yet many knew York cared for Carolina in a similar way. It just so happens you and Wash are the other close pair in Project Freelancer. Usually it's no one's business.
Although there tends to be teasing.
York tends to tease Washington about his feelings towards you. Washington often tries to tell him to knock it off but York reassures him he's just teasing. Your friend group of agents tends to do the same thing.
At some point in your relationship you both know it's no longer secret. You still never dared to announce it or make affection more open. You still preferred to hide away and be with each other that way.
You liked it this way. Wash tended to be a more secretive person anyways. There was just something about being alone with one another in private that felt exhilarating.
Maybe it was because you were the only one able to see his face....
Being unable to see him in private at times ate at you. Even during training you found yourself drifting a hand across his back or around his thigh. That or you just find yourself drifting closer to him during training.
Truth is as much as you preferred to be secretive... it ate at you sometimes.
Washington did the same at times. Often drifting a hand to your waist or pulling you aside. In the beginning, no one really knew.
Then attempts to hide your feelings got sloppy. Many could assume if the observed the gentle touches and words you gave each other that you weren't friends. A fact that often got you reprimanded by your superiors and other agents.
In a way this was your form of young love, right?
In the end, maybe you didn't care. Secret or not you still adored each other. Even if it meant hiding away to show that. As long as The Director either doesn't know or tolerates it... you can keep things going.
"Love you, Wash...." You say softly, pressing your lips to his. You two decided a corner in the dorms was good enough privacy. Wash strokes your cheek before pulling away.
"This isn't very professional, is it?" Wash comments playfully. "We shouldn't be doing this."
"But I hate staying away from you and pretending I don't want to cling to you." You pout. "Sometimes I wish we didn't have to be so secretive... doesn't everyone know now?"
"Not their business." Washington sighs, kissing your cheek. "York teases me about it but he has his own feelings to tend to."
"Is it even a secret anymore?"
"We have to be professional." Washington warns, playfully pecking your neck to tease you. "Alright?"
"Fine. Only because I love you so much." You smile, kissing your boyfriends nose before allowing him to put his helmet back on along with yours. You then take time to just stand against each other before you had to meet the rest of the agents.
"Thought I'd find you here." A voice calls, making both of you freeze. North comes into view before crossing his arms at the scene. "York told me he suspected you'd both be here."
"North...." your voice appears mortified.
"Come on, guys. Nearly everyone suspects something. You're lucky it was I who found you like this." North teases. "You're needed for training. I won't say anything."
North then looks at Washington as you pull away from one another. You've already regained your composure and go to leave the room. Washington is about to follow you but North stops him.
"Wash." North calls.
"What?"
"I'm definitely telling York what I saw." North chuckles before quickly leaving the room.
"Don't you dare!" Washington yells after his friend before leaving the room to join the rest of you.
Secret or not... it's clear you mean a lot to one another.
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archduchessofnowhere · 11 months
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What the tea on Maria Carolina? You said in one of your posts: “Maria Carolina truthers know she's the most interesting daughter and the one there should be hundreds of books and movies about, but the general audiences haven't seen the light yet.” I’m intrigued
Hi! Sorry it took me so long; I was reading a book about the Bourbons in Naples and I wanted to finish it to be able to give a more complete answer… but it ended up taking me MONTHS to be done with it.
This answer was a bit difficult to put together because Maria Carolina’s life was very eventful, so I’ll just mention some facts about her life, focusing more on the Napoleonic era and Napoleon specifically because I think you’ll be more interested in that. Also please feel free to correct me If I got something wrong, since this is a time period I’ve only started to learn about recently. So what was the tea?
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Born in 1752 Maria Carolina was the thirteenth child of Empress Maria Theresia and Franz I, Holy Roman Emperor. As part of her mother’s policies of rapprochement to the Bourbons, she and her siblings were engaged to different members of the houses of Spain, France, Parma and Naples. Maria Carolina was promised to the Dauphin of France, but when her elder sister, promised to the King of Naples, died of smallpox, she took her place.
Ferdinando of Naples had been a child king, and he remained so for the rest of his life. His only diversions were hunting and pulling pranks on his courtiers, and he had a terrible reputation across the courts of Europe as an uneducated, bad mannered, spoiled man, kept in ignorance by his Ministers so they could control him. Everyone pitied the young Archduchess’ fate, her mother Maria Theresia wrote around the time of Maria Carolina’s wedding that she “trembled in fear for her”. But duty came first, and so she went to Naples, aged only sixteen.
Maria Carolina did not had it easy at first. She was terribly homesick and found herself in a court that could not have been more different to the one she grew up in. When her sister Maria Antonia married the Dauphin of France, she wrote to her former aya:
When I imagine that her fate will perhaps be the same as mine, I want to write volumes to her on the subject, and I very much hope that she has someone like me [to advise her] at the beginning. If not, to be frank, she may succumb to despair. One suffers real martyrdom, which is all the greater because one must pretend outwardly to be happy. I know what it is like, and I pity those who have yet to face it… I would rather die than endure again what I went through at the beginning. Now all is well, which is why I can say—and this is no exaggeration—that if my faith had not told me, ‘Set your mind on God,’ I would have killed myself.
Unsurprisingly Maria Carolina didn’t fall head over heels for her husband, but she did convince him that she had, and eventually won his affection. After she bore a son in 1775 she earned a seat in the State Council (as her marriage contract established), and from that point onward she became an active player in Neapolitan politics. One of her firsts moves was to remove the Secretary of State, Marchese Tanucci, who had been Regent during her husband’s minority and still held a huge influence over him.
After Tanucci’s dismissal she became the person with the most influence over Ferdinando, and she pretty much had him wrapped around her finger for most of their marriage, acting as the de facto ruler of Naples. Every decision the king took was only after consulting his wife, and she often had the final say. However, this didn’t meant Maria Carolina held absolute power: Ferdinando was still a very unpredictable person, and as soon as his wife was out of his favor he stopped listening to her.
Maria Carolina was enthusiastic about the ideas of the Enlightenment, as many other royals were at first, and even protected and encouraged the Masons in Naples during her early years as queen. But she was still the consort of an absolute monarch that believed they were chosen by God to rule, so it shouldn’t come as a surprise that she was horrified by the French Revolution and fervently opposed it. If it were for her, she would've declared war on France immediately, but this was not possible. On the execution of her brother-in-law Louis XVI she wrote:
Knowing your upright mind, I can imagine your emotion on hearing of the appalling crime perpetrated against the unfortunate King of France in all solemnity, tranquillity and illegality (…) He was the head of our family, our kinsman, cousin and brother-in-law. What an atrocious example! What an execrable nation! I know nothing about the other wretched victims in the Temple. If sorrow does not kill them, other horrors may be expected from this horde of assassins. I hope that the ashes of this good Prince, of this too good Prince who has suffered shame and infamy for four years culminating in execution, will implore a striking and visible vengeance from divine Justice, and that on this account the Powers of Europe will have no more than a single united will, since it is a matter in which they are all involved.
She was growing increasingly anxious about her sister, Queen Marie Antoinette, and her hatred for France became an obsession:
I hear horrible details from that infernal Paris. At every moment, at every noise and cry, every time they enter her room, my unfortunate sister kneels, prays and prepares for death. The inhuman brutes that surround her amuse themselves in this manner: day and night they bellow on purpose to terrorize her and make her fear death a thousand times. Death is what one may wish for the poor soul, and it is what I pray God to send her that she may cease to suffer. . . . I should like this infamous nation to be cut to pieces, annihilated, dishonoured, reduced to nothing for at least fifty years. I hope that divine chastisement will fall visibly on France, destroyed by the glorious arms of Austria.
At this point she had lost all hopes of her being rescued, and wished her “a natural death as the best thing that could happen to her”. But even though she had been waiting for it, the news of Marie Antoinette’s execution still shocked her. She wept and prayed with her children for “her wretched sister”.
Naples fell into a social crisis during these years, paranoia, fear and suspicion of the revolution in every corner. There was an active persecution of everyone thought to be a “jacobin”, arrests, trials and executions. But the country couldn’t wage war against France, and eventually they had to sign a peace treaty, which the Queen disapproved: “I am not and never shall be on good terms with the French… I shall always regard them as the murderers of my sister and the royal family”.
It was also during this time that the star of a certain Bonaparte started to rise, and Maria Carolina followed his career with interest and admiration. Before the treaty of Campo Fornio in October 17, 1797, she wrote about Napoleon:
I admire him, and my sole regret is that he serves so detestable cause. I should like the fall of the Republic, but the preservation of Bonaparte. For he is really a great man; and when one can only see ministries and sovereigns with petty and narrow views, one is all the more pleased and astonished to watch such a man rise and increase in power, while deploring that his grandeur is attached to so infernal a cause. This may seem strange to you. But while I loathe his operations, I admire the man. I hope that his plans will miscarry and his enterprises fail; at the same time I wish for his personal happiness and glory so long as it is not at our expense… If he dies they should reduce him to powder and give a dose of it to each ruling sovereign, and two to each of their ministers, then things would go better.
Soon she would have less nicer things to say about Naps, but she never lost that original admiration and astonishment.
In 1798 Ferdinando, encouraged by his wife and the British, led a expedition in December to try to expel the French from Rome. Not only the Neapolitan troops weren’t prepared to defeat the French Army, they were also technically still at peace with France, so this wasn’t a good move at all, and only two days after entering Rome Ferdinando had to retreat. Expectedly, Napoleon’s reaction to such a break of peace was marching over Naples. The royal family had to flee to Sicily, a tragic journey in which Maria Carolina’s six-years-old son Alberto died after a series of convulsions.
This ask is already too long to unpack all the political mess around the short-lived Parthenopean Republic, so to summ it up: it didn’t work out, and by 1799 the Bourbons were back in power. They were unforgiving of the republicans: during the following months there were thousands of arrest and hundreds of executions and deportations. Maria Carolina felt no mercy for them: “Death for the ringleaders, deportation for the rest... Our country must be purged of this infection”.
The Queen returned to Naples in August 1802, after more than three years of absence. She had never been a liked queen, but her unpopularity reached a new low since she was blamed for all the misfortunes of the last years. Having lost the influence she had on her husband, who held her responsible for the Rome expedition fiasco, she meddled a little less in politics now, dedicating mainly to her children and grandchildren, particularly to her unmarried daughters.
Speaking of her children, she had seventeen (!!!) but she would outlive fourteen of them. Part of her masterplan for them was to marry them all to her Habsburg nephews and nieces, and in many cases she succeeded. Just to name one exemple her eldest daughter Maria Theresa married Emperor Franz II/I of Austria. Maria Carolina’s relationship with this son-in-law ended up being a bit tense, since Franz found her mostly meddlesome and never aligned with her plans. On top of that, she was quite hurt when Franz remarried only months after her daughter’s death; after he announced his engagement she stopped adressing him as her son and resorted only to “Your Majesty” instead.
In 1804 Napoleon became Emperor, and we have a letter she wrote to Minister Gallo on this. Buckle up because whatever you imagine her reaction was, you aren’t ready for it:
It was not worth the trouble to condemn and slaughter the best of kings [Louis XVI], dishonour and revile a woman, a daughter of Maria Theresa, a holy princess [Marie Antoinette], to wallow in massacres, shootings, drownings, and kill six hundred prelates in a church, perpetrating horrors of the most barbarous ages at home and abroad, writing whole libraries on liberty, happiness, etc., and at the end of fourteen years become the abject slaves of a little Corsican whom an incredible fortune enabled to exploit all means to succeed, marrying without honour or decency the cast-off strumpet of whom the murderer Barras was surfeited, Turkish or Mohammedan in Egypt, atheist at the start, dragging the Pope after him and letting him die in prison, a devout Catholic after that, practising every deceit, shortening the lives and normal careers of sovereigns who might assert themselves, only allowing the dummies to vegetate, then atrociously, without a shadow of justice, assassinating the Duc d'Enghien, plotting himself (and he did not blush to admit it, so blinded is he by passion) a conspiracy to victimize the rulers he still feared, and on top of all these abominations he is acclaimed as Emperor: he and his race of Corsican bastards are to dominate almost half Europe, yet every thinking person is not revolted. Far from it, their egoism and weakness are such that they study how low they can prostrate themselves before the new idol… Send me word of the august Emperor’s intentions regarding Italy: whether he will deign to accept us as his slaves or will leave us in our obscurity… Tell me what the other Powers are saying. I imagine a Gloria in Excelsis Demonio will be the general refrain…
She took it pretty well right?
The future of the Bourbons of Naples once again seemed bleak, and this time Maria Carolina resorted to directly appealing to Napoleon. This was the beginning of a very passive-agressive epistolary relationship, both of them trying to be civil but still borderline insulting each other. I honestly find this funny, because you have Maria Carolina swearing to Napoleon that she had nothing against him or France and then she would write this to one of her ministers: “You will never imagine the rage and despair which the extremely insolent screed of the scoundrelly but too lucky Corsican has caused me.”
Despite the passive-agressiveness, when Napoleon was looking for a princess bride for his stepson Eugène he actually considered one of Maria Carolina’s daughters, Maria Amelia, as a possible candidate. But when the Minister of Foreign Affairs Gallo told Maria Carolina of Napoleon’s inquiries about her daughter she was so utterly horrified at the idea of marrying into the Corsican’s family that the project was immediately dropped (eventually Maria Amelia would go on to marry the Duke of Orléans, later King Louis Philippe I, and became the last queen of the French).
After Austerlitz Napoleon pretty much had all of Europe eating from his hand, and the Neapolitan sovereigns felt abandoned by every other power. Maria Carolina tried one last futil attempt to plead to Napoleon, but he had already decided to take Naples. The King was the first to Sicily flee this time, the Queen stayed behind and tried to organize a resistance, but eventually she realized there was nothing they could and also fled with her daughters. Before sailing she wrote to her daughter Empress Maria Theresa of Austria: “I fear we shall never see Naples again”. She was right.
The royal couple spent their second exile the same way they spent their first: Ferdinando living his best life enjoying the freedom he had in Sicily and Maria Carolina being utterly miserable. Her health worsened and she often was in pain, but recovering Naples from the Bonapartes became her obsession. She was the leading force behind every attempt to get the kingdom back, but soon she started to crash with their only allies left, the British. They wanted to keep the Bourbons in Sicily, getting back Naples was not a priority for them.
So remember Maria Carolina’s her reaction when Napoleon suggested to marry her daughter to Eugène? Well she didn’t took her granddaughter’s marriage to Napoleon himself any better: “Only this calamity was held in reserve. To become the Devil’s grandmother”.
But at the end, the final boss in Maria Carolina’s life wasn’t Napoleon, but the British. The Queen was too meddlesome and hindered their plans, and made a personal enemy of the British representative Lord Bentinck. Maria Carolina was accused of conspiring and being a threat to Sicily, and eventually the King was forced by the British to send her away. Exiled in exile, having nowhere else to go, she returned to Vienna in an eight-months-journey. While her son-in-law had no desire to receive her, he couldn’t turned her away either. She got in a better mood once she was once back at her childhood home, spending time with her Austrian grandchildren. It was there that she heard of the French defeats and Napoleon’s abdication.
Even though Maria Carolina made her hatred of Napoleon her personality for fifteen years she felt sympathetic towards him after he was defeated, reproached Marie Louise for not going to Elba with her husband, and told her that if she wasn’t allowed to reunite with him she should tie her bed-sheets to her window and escape, because marriage was for life. She also showed a lot of interest in her great-grandson, little Napoleon II, whom she called “mon petit monsieur”; in a letter to Marie Louise she described him as “very charming, quiet and well behaved” and told her that “may God give you in him every consolation a mother can receive.”
Maria Carolina was not to see the Bourbons restored in Naples. She died of a stroke in September 8, 1814, aged sixty-two-years old. At the time of her death Murat was still King of Naples, and the allies were happy to leave Ferdinando in Sicily. She was buried in the Capuchin Crypt, her death being only a small incident in the Congress of Vienna’s dance.
Overall, I personally find Maria Carolina the most fascinating because of everything she represented: she was a healthy daughter of the ancien régime that saw how the world as she knew it crumbled down and changed forever, to the point that by the time of her death she, the last surviving child of Maria Theresia, was a living relique (and she wasn’t even that old - a testament of how fast everything had changed). And she didn't got there sitting by idly: she fought against this new world every step of the way, made it out alive, but lost the battle still. And I don't know about you, but to me this is just a more interesting story to tell than Unoriginal Marie Antoinette Adaptation Number 7383.
Sources:
Acton, Harold (1998). The Bourbons of Naples (1734-1825)
Castelot, André (1974). King of Rome; a biography of Napoleon's tragic son
Stollberg-Rilinger, Barbara (2020). Maria Theresa: The Habsburg Empress in her Time
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roxyandelsewhere · 4 months
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a word that has been changed forever
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terrak0 · 4 months
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Sometimes I think about how Lee’s ex-wife could theoretically still be roaming around out there somewhere in the apocalypse
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247reader · 7 months
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Day 28: Theodosia Burr Alston!
Theodosia Burr was the daughter of American revolutionary and politician Aaron Burr and his wife and her namesake, Theodosia Bartow. Her mother was a proponent of women’s education, and though she died when Theodosia was eleven, the young girl received an intensive education in languages, literature, and music as well as arithmetic and politics. In her teen years, she served as her father’s society hostess, managing the household and hobnobbing with New York notables. In 1801, likely at her financially-strapped father’s behest, Theodosia made a marriage to Joseph Alston, a massively wealthy South Carolina politician and slaver, who would serve as governor of South Carolina during the War of 1812. The couple had one child, named for Theodosia’s father, but she seems to have suffered complications from the pregnancy that would leave her with fragile health… and worse was still to come. In 1807, Theodosia’s father was charged with treason. She rode to Richmond to accompany him during his trial, and corresponded with him constantly during his self-imposed European exile. In 1812, he planned to return to New York - just as Theodosia’s young son died of malaria. Theodosia, grief-stricken, sailed some months later to see her father, but her ship, the Patriot, was never heard from again. This is where Theodosia Burr Alston enters North Carolina legend. Did wreckers off the Outer Banks sink her ship? Was she captured by pirates based at Oak Island, and haunts its beaches still? What of the portrait washed ashore at Nag’s Head which bears a striking resemblance to her - is it the only relic of the Patriot’s final voyage? Whatever the truth, records suggest the ship hit the Graveyard of the Atlantic in the teeth of a winter gale. It likely rests there still.
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