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fideidefenswhore · 9 months

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There's a tendency in modern fandom to rob Henry of his agency, like saying Anne "lured" or "stole" him as if he isn't responsible for his actions. What I find weird is that seems to have, to an extent, been the idea at the time. A hell of a lot of the Catholic/Imperial faction seemed to get the thought that well, all we do is get rid of Anne and everything goes back to normal. Like Mary and Chapuys act like they expect her to be princess and heir again as if nothing happened and the English Reformation will just stop there and turn back. I just can't get my head round how much people then revered Henry as king but then think he's some weak puppet Anne manipulated and who they can manipulate when she's gone.

Yeah, the thing is that...A) We haven't changed as much as we like to believe that we have, B) Obviously modern analysis of contemporary reports of this period is reliant on these reports, but has the benefit of hindsight (and yet when hobbyists without any background in history simply read these reports absent of any contextualization or expert analysis, they tend to take them pretty...literally? which dovetails into these fandom interpretations), C) That very double negative is the cornerstone of misogyny. Women are ultimately, even supernaturally, powerful but also ultimately powerless/weak, and/or exploit men's weakness, world's tiniest violin.

Misogyny alone is not enough to explain, there's also the political and religious at play with the psychological:

"Anne became [...] 'the evil counsellor.' In spite of Chapuys, the Emperor needed to maintain a civil relationship with Henry for his own purposes. He therefore chose to believe that Anne was bullying Mary (and Catherine) behind her husband's back. In a similar way Mary deceived herself into believing that it was not really her father who was subjecting her to such remorseless pressure, but the wicked woman who had acquired such an ascendancy over him." +

"Her actual contribution to the 'scourge' of Lutheranism [...] was inflated to unbelievable proportions. Chapuys [went as] far as to blame 'the heretical doctrines and practices of the concubine' as 'the principal cause of the spread of Lutheranism in this country.' [This] created [...] a political/religious 'wing' of sentiment [against Anne Boleyn] that was [later] exploited by Cromwell [...] and it was a powerful obstacle in the way of Anne's acceptance by the (still largely Catholic) English people."

For me, what separates is that this subject (although more specifically on the mistreatment of Princess Mary, riffed on that here) is discussed as if it was an untapped timeline, and it's ...not? The events immediately preceding May 1536 do not vindicate or absolve any cruelty on Anne's part; by any means, but what they do prove is that Chapuys was wrong about her being the 'X factor' here, as it were. Once she's subtracted is when Mary's disbarred from succession in much firmer legal language by Parliament. Moreover, the Boleyn downfall was a watershed in court division and factionalism, its aftermath was not a period of 'relative' (or otherwise) tranquility but rather continuance, even amplification, of religious suppression for those that did not adhere to the tenets of the new Henrician 'supremacy'.

Also, let's not underrate the ambition of the 'Marian faction'. They wanted a return to the status quo, yes, we shouldn't discredit religious motivations either, but they also wanted to regain the status and favour they felt they had lost. They were bargaining on the future favour of Mary once she was heiress again, bargaining on the future of Henry having no other children by marriage (so, even Mary as Queen), that's generally forgotten because most of them did not survive to reap (and, arguably, Mary becoming Queen later had very little to do with her faction of the 1530s that had failed upwards, considering especially that Mary was not reinstated into the succession--conditionally, but still--until several years after the Exeter Conspiracy).

#anon #the candy-caneification of jane's queenship in this fandom really means that like #the political and brutal realities of these henrician years is ...ignored?#monks being chained to walls and starved #either means minimal influence; not as much 'affinity' with them as has been suggested #or the final option; which seems likeliest in context of how she came to the throne:#preservation of one's own position/favor/advantage > any existing principles #AB is seen as exceedingly cruel for her silence on the executions of traitors while she was queen #whereas jane is given a lot of credit for making one failed intercession...#but nothing is said of her own silence re: executions during heres #i'd argue AB and KH both aren't given the credit they're due for their successful intercessions #it's just an interesting dichotomy of that benefit of the doubt afforded in that vacuum #anyway im realizing now the quotes from that article are mainly in queue limbo #also that they need to be tagged #but i think the ask i linked has the article to read if you're interested #it gives a lot more information on this faction and their beliefs

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castratedvader · 1 year

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A fundamental contrast between vision and hearing as sensory perception can be defined as the difference between distancing and bringing near, between vision as a positional and hearing as a relational cognition; that which is seen is held apart, but that which is heard cannot be kept at a distance. Commenting further on the difference between sight and hearing, Handel argues that listening “is centripetal; it pulls you into the world. Looking is centrifugal, it separates you from the world.” Because of its ability to separate and hold distinct, the eye holds a privileged place in the establishment and reification of hierarchies of power, as demonstrated in the Middle Ages by the ostentation of courtly ceremony, the performance of rituals, or the rhetoric of displeasure that colors medieval lyric whenever the courtly lady refuses to glance at the supplicating poet; in each case, the viewing subjects are estranged and kept “in their place” through the power of the gaze. It is the linearity of sight that enables the construction and reification of visual hierarchies of power in the Middle Ages.

Queenship and Voice in Medieval Northern Europe, William Layher

#queenship and voice in medieval northern europe #l'arme e gli amori #resurrecting my old and anachronistic tag for the middle ages.... omg

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magniku · 2 years

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IMPORTANT NOTES.

this won’t be too long but this is just to reference some actions or things for future interactions / posts.

ONE. there will be a general trigger / content warning for this blog and its contents being; stalking & obsessive behavior. if the interaction is to ever bring forth rook’s behavior in an explicit setting then it will be tagged and warned as necessary. i also tend to use imagery / prose relating to animals and their body but will keep it from being graphic. if you need anything tagged then please tell me and i promise to stay aware of what i post / tag.

TWO. on a regular note, rook knows a lot about many of the student / faculty individuals here. of course, you control what he knows and does not know + what you want me to reference and what you’d like him to keep to himself. and the information he knows would be details of a character that can be inferred or seen from watching from for days on end, up to weeks, even. while on this topic, rook does not stalk everyone. if he follows your muse, it’s because he thinks they’re interesting and / or a challenge for him to stay up to date with ( like the leech twins and leona ).

THREE. i do not know french, nor have i studied it. i’ll be using phrases used from in game voice lines and relatively common / basic ones. i will try my best to use each term correctly but please do not hesitate to correct me if i don’t use a word or phrase properly.

FOUR. rook will use his unique nicknames for muses when in conversation with them but outside of that, within simple mentions, he will use “sir”. vil is the only one exempt from this, since he casually speaks to vil without the use of honorifics. adding onto the nicknames, i will be making nicknames for the original characters of nru; these will take a bit of time to make since i am not as creative as rook is. maybe.

( if required, more information will be added and reblogged for everyone to stay up-to-date with my portrayal of rook hunt~! )

#[ TAG DROP; ]#〳☾ « at the queen’s beck and call; you will always be summoned. for this is what draws the string of your hunting bow. » ( ROOK. )#〳◌ ⁀ « loyalty curved along an arrow » ( WRITING. )#〳◌ ⁀ « trapped images » ( PROMPTS. )#〳◌ ⁀ « snapped boundaries » ( HEADCANONS. )#〳◌ ⁀ « queenship undrawn » ( DRABBLES. )#〳◌ ⁀ « wooden features » ( INBOX. )#〳◌ ⁀ « glossed sinners » ( IC. )#〳◌ ⁀ « withdrawn; baiting » ( OOC. )

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cryptidcorners · 3 months

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Old Friend — Prince!Derek Danforth x GN!Reader [ Part 1/? ]

Description: A royal ball celebrating the end of a decade of pure isolation between Houses brings you and an old acquaintance together once again.

# No Request

# A.N: I'm literally gushing over DND here, lol! There's sm story shit. it's more lore explaining than actual romantic stuff, SOOO. sorry. hope you enjoy the AU pfft

Media: The Beekeeper [ AU ]

Character: Derek Danforth [ AU ]

Tags: DND/Fantasy Inspired AU, Royalty, PLOT, Lore Dumping, Friends to ? ? ?, Romantic Implications, Fluff, Slight Suggestiveness { if you squint }, Slowburn, Childhood Friends, Flirting, Catching Up, OOC!Derek [?], Sweet Talk + Reader is !GN.

Warnings: Mentions of War/Isolation, Depression, Childhood Trauma, Substances/Acholic Beverages + Smoking.

TOS. Derek Dandorth Master List {TBW}.

The ballroom had been mildly entertaining at most, while Dandorth House was certainly exotic with fruitullius pickings like booze, muzzled griffins and gowns, you had found yourself a mere wallflower near the belt of the corner. Your attentive gaze remained ill as you stared at the chorus of visitors from all across the world clad in their signature wear, dancing the night away with tipping mindscapes.

You were impressed by their shiny attempt to win over the other Houses with opium and silver statues not seduced. The idea of taking wine brewed by a Dandorth was an idea you'd never subscribe to, as much as you valued their efforts in ore distribution, they weren't a House you'd call a friend, more of a neighbor with the temper of a sun bear.

The shine of silk, flashing grins and laughter had made you feel as if you didn't belong, as if you were nothing but a lonley phantom enviously spectating the quartz floors.

Your House, Tallis, was a symbol of artistry, sculpting, poets and other powers were the foundations of your land. You were the only heir to the throne, sharing no brother or sister to extend a blade at down the line. Alas, you were greatful no family blood would bare at your fingertips, but the crippling loniliess had carved you into a quiet, yet respectful noble with dreams just like any Tallis; only you wished there was another one to share it with.

"Admiring the dancefloor are we?" A voice asked, it's tone as complex as the limestone statues of old characters fronted at the palace. You felt something buzz in your soul, and your gaze had flocked up to the host.

Prince Derek Dandorth, only, he was much older than when you last laid your eyes on him.

It was around midnight when both Houses declared they'd go into hiding to cower away from the war. It was your last royal ball together, and you weren't interested in leaving yet. You were both children then, dumb and in love. You both had scurried off and his yourselves near the old balcony that you were sure had been rebuilt with golden rimmings and white rose bushes.

"When will I ever see you again?" You asked desperly, hands interlocking with his soft fingertips. Derek's eyes had arrowed into you, deep with longing. Back when his hair was still an endless rush of dark, brunette curls and gentle highlights.

"I don't know, but it'll be soon. Our Houses may be splitting, but that doesn't mean we won't be able to dance again, will it?" Derek whispered. "We'll see each other again. We have to."

He had been wrong, and you had been grieving over that broken promise when you were children for a long time. The Dandorth and Tallis Houses were at a halt, conflicted by some nearby wars circling close to the walls.

It had resulted in both kingdoms locking themselves in their labyrinths of treasure, with eyes paved into the stone. You were isolated in your House, only seeking comfort in carving your inner desires into rich pavement that was now collecting dust in your Queenship's second guest bedroom.

Now, he was here, cocky as ever. With blonde hair and light reminces of forest green and flakes of emerald flickering across his face. His signature uniform was gorgeous, with carefully decorated leaves and patterns that resembled rich lingering. His crown set carefully in his forest of curls, and you swore you could smell cologne that burst your nostrils with pure dopamine.

"Derek?" You uttered, slack jawed.

You blinked and he waved his hand in front of your stunned expression teasingly.

His hand carefully tightened around his glass, "Now, that's no way to greet a prince in his own House, is it?" the heir cooed. Your face fell and you arched a brow, unimpressed at his mock of carelessness. Prince Dandorth was certainly an idealist, but he was definitely not an actor.

He laughed, tone deep as ivory. "I'm just messing with you, Noble Tallis." Then, he opened his arms for an inviting hug you immediately fell into. Although, he felt stiff, you could sense he was relived to see you again.

"You look different." You pulled back.

Derek's gaze remained on you, "You like it? The hair that is—I had it personally dyed, you can tell how organic it looks, yes?"

You could tell he was trying his best to seem noble. So, you teased. "Oh, the hair? I hadn't noticed, silly me. I couldn't help but notice your blush and gown—are those earrings?"

His fingers ran down the golden patterns with a soft smile. "Well, the House of artistry was attending, I had to look my best, especially for the only heir." A warm smile spread across his face. "It's been way too long." Derek said breathlessly, "I missed you."

Prince Danforth's face softened. "Well, thank the Gods."

You eased, trying to stir up some conversation. "How are you? I've heard your House is doing well after the release."

He boasted. "People are desperate over our caverns, you would not believe how many travelers were mounted at our doorstep ready for trade." Derek confirmed after a sip, "We might be in need of your creativity again, the walls are so dull, and they can certainly use some of your flare, don't you think?"

You were flattered. Your eyes ran down the exterior of the walls, lightly scratching your jaw. "You know, you're right. Your palace does look a little—"

"A little, what? He urged.

You humored. "Like it was designed by a commoner."

Derek laughed. "You've always had an eye for details like this. Good to know I wasn't disappointed to know you haven't changed that much."

Then, he asked. "How about you? Any new inventions or views on the world? Hearing about your House is like turning a Jack-in-the-box."

You chewed your lip awkwardly. As Derek had imagined, there were many views and advances in Tallis. Though, it had caused a whide fued between philosophers and their audience. It was overwhelming, but nonetheless, Tallis had been doing much better than any other House, even with its complications with political attributes. "It's . . . going well."

You knew it wasn't in Derek's character to pester, so he hummed in delight for your vague answer. His lips settled on his narrow class, drinking in a rich selection of dark champagne. His apex gaze settled on you, "Mind if I steal you away for a moment? I see you don't fancy the music or dancing." Derek offered his hand, "Just like old times," he suggested.

There wasn't a sliver of reluctance in your answer, you eagerly gripped his hand and let him guide you outside the ballroom. The wash of silence veiled over your ears as the intrusive rhythm of the party began to fade away.

You had forgotten how large Prince Danforth's palace was, with high walls itching towards the sky and silver veins ripping through the quartz floors. He drank up your silence. "Beautiful, isn't it? I know there might be a thousand mistakes in your eyes, but it's something else entirely to me. My people sculpted and built this castle for my House, my bloodline, and no matter what I do, I may never repay their labor."

Derek sighed, gaze masking apologetically as his speech had been led astray. "Sorry, I haven't spoken to you in a while. I have a lot on my chest, Noble Tallis."

"No, no. It's alright, I assure you. Don't apologize for simply speaking to me."

Derek smiled shyly, "Thank you." his voice relaxed at his offer, "Would you fancy a tour?"

"Absolutely." Your eyes fluttered.

Derek nudged his head forwards the split of hallways, "Come, then."

Your fingertips parted and you were slightly disappointed when he walked a few steps in front of you, arms spread out like a hawk as he basked in the light of the exquisite chandeliers hooked to the carved ceiling.

You felt like a child again. Two rebellious souls giggling and whispering, racing up the staircases like hummingbirds and gazing at the web of art pieces that mapped the generations of his House. Tales of war generals and royal blood rivalry. Derek in particular had a knack for history, giving his share of intelligence of his family tree with eager eyes.

"Is that your grandfather?"

"Great-grandfather." Derek corrected. "My father told me a lot about him, he was the loyalest king of this House. He truly cared for his people, and it's how we were able to advance this far at all. He just had faith." His eyes fell, "Though, I worry it's all going to go to waste."

"How so?"

Derek set his hand carefully on the painting, fingertips grazing gently across the teeth of the large canvas. "My mother has been pushing our classes too hard this last decade. It's caused a commotion within our walls, they don't trust the House anymore. I have no authority like her, she won't . . ." he choked back a cry. "I can't do anything, I'm useless. I'm only a Prince, I'm nothing compared her."

He felt your warm grasp on his shoulder. You whispered, "That's not true. You're many things, Derek. A dreamer, a loyalist. You'll be a great king, this I tell you."

Derek paused. "But what if my kingdom can't wait? They're being pushed to the edge, working like dogs. It's no good leading a nation when there's nothing left. I don't want to wait."

This was a lot to take in. Tallis had been oblivious to how quickly Danforth had been advancing like no other House, now you were truly worried. A rebellion was possible, and every House had almost lost all their work by the lower classes arriving at their pearly gates with mounts of fire.

His hands fumbled with his dressing, voice grim. "I'm the only heir, the only one left to fix up her mistakes." Derek turned to you with desperate eyes. "I feel like I'm in a cage. The walls have opened up again, yet, I don't feel free. Like a bird in a cage, do you know what that feels like? To act as an audience, almost no word in anything unless I'm told to."

You hadn't noticed Derek taking both your hands and pressing them against his chest. You exhaled lightly, "Derek. What is the queen doing to you?"

Was Queen Danforth imprisoning him? A Prince should have a voice, especially as the only heir. Your grip tightened, "Prince Danforth, whatever is happening . . . you can tell me anything. I promise, your word will remained sealed between my lips, nobody will know."

"Oh, but they will." Derek explained. "Someone will always know. There's ears in the brick and mortar, eyes from friends."

You made a noise as if you were being strangled. "But what about now? I feel as if you told me everything and nothing at the same time." You were at the edge of tears. You couldn't loose him, not again.

"I haven't told you a lick of what's truly happening." He told you. "There's so much you don't know, Tallis. So much to know, such little time."

You were so confused. This was only the tip of the iceberg according to Prince Danforth, he wasn't the type to lie for as spoiled as he was. Regardless, his eyes were the darkest shade of sincerity you had ever seen. Your voice was hushed, "What do I do? I can't leave like this, Derek."

"I promise, I'll tell you everything." Derek rested his forehead against yours, "I promise." then, he pulled away. "I love you too much to let you get hurt because of my ignorance. Time will tell, just be patient."

Derek desperately needed someone to talk to. About his injustice and personal conflict, but he felt the need to warn you as well. Something else was brewing, a conspiracy perhaps? What was Queen Danforth up to? Would you ever know? So many questions.

Then, you broke out of your paralysis when he had mentioned love. You stammered, "You love me?"

He was shocked, frozen in his step. "Of course, I do. You're so fantastic, intelligent and sensitive. If I didn't know any better I figured I'd be under a spell," Derek chuckled. "I may as well be at this point. I care about you, so much. I can't lie to you, but I can't put you in harm's way either."

Your face warmed. Before he could spin away, you held his hands tightly, getting lost in his eyes once again. His breath hitched, and you heard him swallow harshly. "Tallis?" Derek didn't pull away, you could even sense him bringing himself closer, "You know, if we do this, there will be no turning back . . ."

You were longing, "Then so be it. I've been locked away for too long, the only company being memories of you."

Derek's speech slowed, harsh and husky. "All my life, I've always gotten what I've want, everything I asked for. However, this is the first time I've felt—" he rasped. "I needed something as precious as you."

Cupid's arrow has pierced your soul, and you had read him well enough to press your lips against his own, melting into a kiss. Derek pulled away, catching his breath with a giggle. "Oh, Heavens, give me a moment."

"Never kissed someone before?" You asked.

"No, never." He hushed you with a peck, that descended into a deeper kiss. You ran your fingertips across his silky wear, and you could feel shivers running down his spine. He felt like a peasant on his knees, begging for a penny to add to his name. Derek had felt desperate before, but never like this.

A strong desire had pulled you closer, stealing each other's breath away. Your sentimental feelings grew thin once he pulled away after making a noise, which made his face flush in raw embarrassment.

"A thousand pardons, I just, got a little wrapped into it." Derek mumbled and then repeated. "Sorry,"

"Don't be, I liked it, I promise." You traced his thumb to his cheek, lightly circling his warm skin. "Thank you for taking me out, and telling me everything, or . . . most of it at least."

Derek's face softened and rested his hand on yours. His face fell, "If I could, I'd run away with you, start somewhere fresh."

"Derek, you know we can't. We're the only heirs, the only ones who can hold the throne and make a difference. It's our duty."

He dipped his head, saddened at the taste of reality, "I know, I know, but a man can dream." though your face was infectious enough to let a smile spread across his face.

The rest of the night had been tranquill and hush, a few fruitful hours of nothing but gentle praises and a few butterfly kisses here and there without disturbance, until you finally stopped near a pool where a seahawk was perched, beak wrestling weeds out of the water. It was growing late and you could sense your House would be departing soon enough.

Derek took your hand once more, resting his lips on your knuckles. "This was a wonderful evening, Tallis."

"I hope I get to see you again." You told him.

"I'll make sure to write to you, maybe through a messenger bird so it's extra private." Derek toyed. "Maybe you can send me those beautiful drawings of yours."

You smiled softly. "I'll think about it."

You had kissed him goodbye again, before you could stir away from his side, his warm breath tickled your ear. "And don't forget what we spoke about,"

Dawn was tickling the air and the clouds were heavy with the deep scarlet of sunrise. Derek had gotten no sleep tonight, as his attention was too busy wandering through chapters of you. It wasn't the only thing keeping him up, as his mind was still swampy with anxiety. He had only fueled your curiosity to solve Danforth's conspiracy, all because his emotional vulnerability had gotten the better of him and he couldn't bring himself to hold back.

He walked tiredly to his study and wrapped his hands around the careful mold of his desk, carefully reelimg out a sealed envelope from the darkness of his cabinets. A red stamped, engraved with a symbol resembling a furious bee hunching over its stinger to the side was in bold, almost intimidating him. Derek's gaze hardened, he knew there was something else to his symbol,

And he would get to the bottom of it.

#👑 derek danforth #derek danforth #derek danforth x reader #derek danforth x you #writing #the beekeeper #josh hutcherson #writers on tumblr #dnd #fanfic #royal au #haven't been online for a while.#so enjoy!!! I may or may not write an actual fic w/ this concept if you enjoy it ❤️#if you want more. Ask

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willkatfanfromasia · 1 year

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My very first fic publication. Credit to all the fanfic authors on this site who've inspired me and special thanks to @thelekhikawrites for encouraging me☺️

A Matter of Chance-1

Nandini shyly smiled up at her man. He was always kind to her. His affections didn’t waver even after so many decades. He trusted her beyond anything and not once intentionally patronized her like his uptight younger sister.

The cheering of the public and the gentle force of many small petals on her visage did nothing to lessen her awe of the situation.

In her mind, she knew her life and what path it may take. She dutifully cared for the temple, prayed regularly and minded her own business.

“Life has it’s own ideas, I suppose “ she mused.

“Come front, dearest” bidded Aditha’s voice. She smiled and walked forth, reminiscing the roller coaster ride that her life has been.

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She was invited, like other common children, to the palace to offer company to the young royals- to benefit from the palace education and facilities .

All that changed when he first laid eyes on her… The shy smile, playful curiosity and genuineness slowly chipped away the wall around her heart. The same wall she built from the disappointment of being an orphan, the hurt of abandonment.

She knew she mustn’t hope, that she was meant for a humble life in holy service. That everyone around, even her own mind, accused her of reaching above her means by merely accepting the affections of the boy she liked.

He gave her hope, that she could be willfully chosen (as willfully as she abandoned), that she was worthy of fine things – even queenship. That she was no less than pushy kundhavai. He was her comfort and joy through her trying teenage years.

Her heart had shattered when her family was ousted by the palace residents. What would they know of her misery? Her foster family who cared for her without any warranting- is this how her life had repaid them? Oh The shame of it!

Subsequent days were full of doom and misery- smaller hut in an unknown place, having to beg for everything.

Years of misery and doubts faded her life into a gray haze. Her foster parents and siblings all established a living for themselves.

She understood the silent message asking her to remain only a visitor. Besides she no longer found town life charming anymore.

Moving to her foster parents’ old hut in the woods seemed like her only chance at peace. She offered to care for the small temple at the forest boundary and the villagers were happy to give a small compensation as no one wished to settle in the forest.

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wonder-worker · 8 months

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Elizabeth Woodville and Elizabeth of York: Queenship

"As an English queen consort, Elizabeth of York, like her mother, had a web of family connections that became the focus of her major patronage activities" - Michelle L. Beer

"After the safe delivery of their eldest sons, both queens Elizabeth gave thanks by founding chapels. Elizabeth Woodville's was in fact eight years after the event and probably as much a thanksgiving to Westminster Abbey for sanctuary as to God for her son. The chapel was attached to the old Lady Chapel of the abbey and dedicated to St Erasmus, a saint invoked against birth pains as well as patron of sailors which made him an unusually apt dedicatee given the king's absence abroad at the time of Prince Edward's birth. Elizabeth of York's foundation was more immediately linked to the birth of Arthur at Winchester, a site chosen for her lying-in by Henry to associate his first-born with the legendary king after whom he was to be named. Here Elizabeth founded a chapel dedicated to Our Lady." - J.L. Laynesmith

"In 1499 Elizabeth of York wrote to the prior of Christ Church, Canterbury, asking for a literal carte blanche of presentation to the highly desirable, centrally located living of All Hallows, Gracechurch Street, London, for which Elizabeth Woodville and her husband had also wanted preferment" - Derek Neal

"Both queens were granted rights of presentation to canonries and prebends in the royal chapel of St. Stephen, Westminster." - Derek Neal.

"Most of the border patterns (of The Fifteen Os, printed by William Caxton and co-sponsored by Elizabeth of York and Margaret Beaufort) are of stylized flowers, mythical beasts, and semi human creatures, quite possibly reused from other books, but one is of a vase of gillyflowers, the emblem of Elizabeth Woodville, whose family had been such important patrons of Caxton, and just over half-way up the margin these flowers lead into a rose branch, crowned with the emblem of her daughter's marriage, the Tudor rose, as if in reference to Elizabeth of York's adoption of her mother's patronage." - J.L. Laynesmith

"In 1480 she (Elizabeth Woodville) petitioned Pope Sixtus IV to allow her subjects to enjoy the indulgences attached to the newly re-established feast of the Visitation, even if the office was recited in private. She also expressed to the Pope her desire for the 'devotion of the faithful of the realm for the [Ave Maria] to be increased more and more'. The Pope obliged by attaching indulgences to the use of the Psalter of the Blessed Virgin Mary and to the recitation of the Ave Maria at each Angelus bell. He also dictated that copies of the letter granting these indulgences be exhibited across the country, thereby ensuring that everyone knew not only of the opportunities to gain indulgences but also of the queen's intercessory role in their spiritual welfare. … Elizabeth's daughter, who of course shared her name saint, was apparently inspired by her mother to develop the devotions still further. Following her petition in 1492, the Pope granted 300 days of pardon to anyone reciting the salutation three times at each tolling of the Angelus bell.” - J.L. Laynesmith

"Elizabeth Darcy, the lady mistress of the nursery for Elizabeth Woodville's children, was appointed to the same post for Elizabeth of York's children, probably as a result of the younger queen's childhood affection for Darcy." - J.L Laynesmith

A couple of reasons why this interests me:

- Elizabeth Woodville was the first English queen since Philippa of Hainault to raise royal daughters, with almost a century and five other queens in between them. I don't think there's ever been such a huge gap in that regard before, which means that Elizabeth would not really had any direct precedent or source of inspiration to follow beyond what was ideally, conventionally expected. Clearly, judging by the fact that her daughter was widely considered a successful queen and emulated several of her mother's own activities, Elizabeth did her job well.

- There's a strange, persistently recurring trend in historical fiction and general histories that tends to make the relationship between the two Elizabeths contentious and/or distant, or tends to emphasize their polarity in whatever capacity, or tends to prioritize Elizabeth of York's relationship with her uncle Richard III and his wife Anne Neville than her own mother (and her own father, tbh). This speaks volumes of the vilification and negative depictions of Elizabeth Woodville in contemporary media, but also the tendency to use Elizabeth of York as a cipher for historians' own thoughts about historical figures rather than a historical figure in her own right. This is particularly prevalent in Ricardian and Ricardian-leaning media, the latest shining example being Alison Weir's "The Last White Rose". On the other hand, a few sympathetic Tudor analyses tend to (understandably) focus on re-evaluating Elizabeth's relationship with Margaret Beaufort and debunking the irritating misconception that they didn't get along. But in the process, Elizabeth of York's relationship and inspiration from her own mother gets lost and forgotten in the mix, when it should in fact be highlighted the most. It's frustrating, because Elizabeth Woodville was evidently her daughter's most important role model: Elizabeth of York was regularly at her mother's side during her childhood, observed her successful queenship for 17 years, and, as we can see, directly mirrored several of her mother's activities during her own tenure as queen. Interestingly, as the 5th quote shows, even when she co-sponsored a book by William Caxton with Margaret, Caxton himself clearly associated Elizabeth of York's patronage to her mother's influence. It's a shame that only a few specific historians tend to focus on the connection between mother and daughter, as I think there's a wealth of analyses to be made on it.

- While both Elizabeths were English queens, with a web of family connections that they used to their and the crown's benefit, their situations were definitely not the same and should not be treated as such. Their different status prior to their marriage meant that their respective families and actions were always going to be viewed and treated differently, for one. More importantly, though, Elizabeth Woodville was the first Englishwoman to be crowned queen. Her English family's advancement and involvement in national and local politics was to be expected, but it's important to keep in mind that it was not precedented. It simply hadn't happened before, and it wasn't expected to happen again. Elizabeth Woodville was very much a novel queen in that regard; certain aspects of her queenship were very unique and unprecedented for that time, and she was the one who established the precedent of using her homeborn family as a network of politics and patronage that all later English consorts followed. In contrast, by the time Elizabeth of York became queen, this was a comparatively more established and familiar practice, followed by two former consorts, her mother and Anne Neville. So, even apart from their differing status and the propaganda against them, it makes sense that their activities were regarded differently, both by contemporary detractors and subsequent historians. There's also the fact that Elizabeth Woodville and her relatives had far more direct power and involvement with the Crown Prince's council, household and administration than Elizabeth of York and her relatives did, which we know massively contributed to the commentary and/or criticism the former received.

Sources:

Michelle L. Beer, "Queenship at the Renaissance Courts of Britain: Catherine of Aragon and Margaret Tudor, 1503-1533"

J.L. Laynesmith, "The Medieval Queens: English Queenship 1445-1503"

Derek Neal, "The Queen's Grace: English Queenship 1464-1503"

#historicwomendaily #elizabeth woodville #elizabeth of york #queenship tag #english history #15th century #tudors #queue #oh well #my post

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ednyfedfychan · 1 year

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“The status of a queen as royal consort, and the ways that status should be expressed ceremonially, were well understood before the reign of Queen Mary I, and despite the various assaults on the dignity of the office by Henry VIII. Even in the unusual event of a joint coronation — celebrated in recent English history in 1308, 1483 and 1509 — the high standing of the queen had been made clear. [...] Once married, queens could exercise considerable patronage and, on occasion, all the delegated political power of royal wife or mother. In brief, a queen had long functioned ‘both as an agent and as a symbol of royalty’. She was, indeed, the sharer of royal power.”

— Judith M. Richards, Mary Tudor as ‘Sole Quene’?: Gendering Tudor Monarchy

#richards tag #gender tag #queenship tag #m1 tag

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richmond-rex · 1 year

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Kings also donned crowns at the State Opening of Parliament, and this too is indicative of the formality of the event. Queens were not generally a part of this ritual and were therefore not expected to participate. In one instance, however, a contemporary observed that when Edward IV came to open Parliament, ‘wheder come the quen crowned’, emphasising Elizabeth Wydeville’s role in supporting her husband at important moments.

Nicola Tallis, All the Queen’s Jewels 1445-1548

#queenship tag #elizabeth woodville #edward iv #historicwomendaily #historian: nicola tallis #all the queen's jewels 1445-1548

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margindoodles2407 · 7 months

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for your emoji ask game, 💥 and 👫? For twilight princess, and tp Link and Zelda :)

Okay SO

I’ll answer this probably in more detail when I can charge my computer because it takes a long time for me to text on my phone (dang autocorrect)

BUT ANYWAY

Spoilers below! (I already tagged it as zelda spoilers but sometimes tags are iffy so. here’s a cutoff too.)

💥: Well, Zelda becomes queen a few weeks after Midna’s departure. Her first act as queen is to name Link captain of the royal guard, and her second act as queen is to commission a mural in Hyrule Castle depicting the Twilight War. A lot of her early queenship is spent trying to rebuild the Kingdom, including the restoration of a Statue in the middle of Castletown that has become so weathered so as to become unrecognizable but was once a memorial to the Hero of Time.

👫: OKAY. I HAVE MANY FEELINGS REGARDING THIS. SO PREPARE.

I am a Zelink ADDICT so of course I ship them, but this might be the most complicated ship imo because there’s so many moving parts. I might go into detail in a separate post later, but the gist of it is this:

The Triforce of Wisdom allows one to see past physical appearances. This is how the Young Princess Zelda of the Era of Time was able to see past Ganondorf’s charming demeanor to his dark intentions. It also allowed the Princess of the Era of Twilight to see past both Midna and Link’s curses to their true selves. She immediately felt drawn to the kind, gentle, determined soul of the Hero of Twilight, and before long she realized she was madly in love with him- the first- and only- time in the history of the Hero and the Princess in which she fell in love first.

But Link had too much on his mind to entertain the idea of romance, much less with a princess who was probably far out of his league. He did, however, form a very close bond with his newfound friend Midna- and when the war was finally over, the revelation of her True Form was a push over a boundary he hadn’t even seen coming. He fell in love with the Twilight Princess- unfortunately for him, a love that was unrequited; at least, romantically. Midna loved Link too, but she was not- and had never been- interested in a romantic relationship with anyone. She did not want to break her best and truest friend’s heart by pretending to give him a kind of love she did not feel and could not reciprocate.

She always had, however, been extremely good at picking up on other people’s feelings. She saw how deeply the princess of Hyrule loved her dear friend, and she hatched a plan. Though she knew it would devastate him, she decided to leave the World of Light and sever its connection to the Twilight Realm. Though it saddened her to leave him forever, perhaps if he thought she hated him he would lose affection for her. Perhaps then he could see what was right in front of him. She did, though, write him a letter in which she properly said goodbye and explained herself, which she left in the jail cell where they’d first met, for him to find someday.

Link, as predicted, was utterly devastated by Midna’s loss. It took him several years to properly learn to live with it. But in those years, he developed a close friendship with the now Queen of Hyrule- who herself missed her friend dearly. As he began to move on from Midna, he became closer with Zelda. By the time they were in their mid-Twenties, he realized the love he’d felt for Midna was love he now felt for the Queen. They were married at 26 and lived a long and very happy life together. Their first child, a daughter, was named Midna, in honor of their friend.

And when Link was an old man, and Zelda had been laid to rest, and their beautiful daughter Midna was now the Queen of Hyrule, he visited the dungeons where his quest had began all those years ago. In the dungeon cell where, so many years before, he had awoken as a wolf, he found a handwritten letter, almost perfectly preserved by the cool, dry conditions of the basement. Though his eyesight had waned, he knew what the letter said and who it was from.

And though years before he might have resented the Twilight Princess for her actions, now he thanked her- for giving him a life he’d never have been able to have had she stayed.

…okay so forget what I said about that longer post. It’s all right here.

so Yeah, that’s my extremely complicated take on TP Zelink. Hope you enjoyed!!! Thanks for the ask!!!

#whyoneartheven my dear #ask game #margin rambles #margin absolutely RANTS #twilight princess #tp #zelink my beloved #zelda spoilers

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REAL like i love the ‘zelda is officially recognized and coronated as queen’ ideas don’t get me wrong but it just feels so unrealistic at this point genuinely. like in this universe there is in fact a good reason to take special care of this one family bc of the unique divine powers they have in their blood hence why she’s an important royal to keep alive and safe. but then all she really needs is like some bodyguards ig. there just doesn’t seem to be a strict need for a monarchy or even a central hylian government at all, at least for the time being. like maybe once the world grows back to how it was and civilization starts thriving again but like. idk. it seems like each corner of hyrule’s been doing a fine job taking care of itself over the past 100 years, at least in general

(regarding these tags)

I'm kind of of two minds about it. I'm totally on board with Hyrule working more or less as it has stayed working for the past century, up until some distant future where like you say there's a lot more civilization to have to govern. Seems like people have put together something pretty stable that doesn't really need to change for now. And Goddess knows Zelda doesn't need to take up the rulership again...

Except she doesn't want to totally forsake it either. As lovely as it is to imagine Zelda just living out her days as a schoolteacher and a hobbyist archaeologist, that still doesn't quite feel like the perfect answer for her. We get a very clear picture in TotK that in the ensuing time since BotW she has decided it was her responsibility to set out and mobilize the restoration efforts. Whether that's just something she felt she needed to do once to make amends for the historical failure of the royal family, or something she intended to keep doing going forward, we don't really know. But it's clear to me that she still considers all of Hyrule's residents to be her people, so it only makes sense that she'll continue to want to look out for their welfare. So, in that respect, Zelda being formally coronated feels right- but in other respects it doesn't suit her at all, because the moment she becomes queen is the moment she can't really be a village schoolteacher anymore.

Ultimately, the answer in my head tends toward her not taking up the full queenship again- perhaps she creates a position with some of the old responsibilities, and some measures taken to safeguard the divine bloodline, but without the full formality or authority of a reigning royal family. It's a new Hyrule, and as it builds itself back up, it needs to become something new. Reinstating something so heavy with the trappings of the old Hyrule just doesn't seem to fit.

#all that said.#her and/or link as future hateno mayors?#i think there's some real potential there a decade or two down the line #i talk a lot tag #loz #totk #botw #zelda #link #meta

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holding out hands. do you want to talk about any oc couples you have. or polycules or situationships or anything of that ilk.

ask answer time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! at long last. linking my oc page at the top bc i will throw out some names w/ varying context :3

also prefacing this by saying that the ultimate oc ship of all time is qs (queenshipping) aka jumie/reina alas i talk abt them all the fkcin time so let's gearshift and do smth else for once ! let me introduce you 2

[the polycule] tm. relationship for the ages, mostly bc it takes an age to reach its final form lol. details under the cut >>>

noah/garvith

dragon god x serpent deity in all their beastly glory (this is before noah acquires a human form) during the war, they spend most of their off-duty time curled into ridiculous shapes having deep talks abt nothing and everything. goes bad when garvith flees a crucial battle, leaving reina to die & noah swears 2 put him 2 death over this act of cowardice. garvith spends the next century in hiding until he meets avery nd takes refuge in her body; which is all good and well until noah runs into avery during an unrelated mission and can't keep his eyes off her for. some reason >:) enter:

noah(avery?)garvith, messy tag here!

avery is ur average angry teen caught up in the middle of the fallout of whatever fucking romance those two had going on. esp bc noah+garvith, now both in human bodies (noah's held together by duct tape nd garvith thru avery) ARE NOT IMMUNE TO PHYSICAL DESIRE AS IT TURNS OUT nd avery (aro) sits in the crossfire like????? What!! Is Going On when she starts blushing like a schoolgirl over noah lmfao. sorry prince. usually she nd garvith are amiable w/ their body sharing but garvith does sleepwalk pilot her a few times to steal kisses from noah who is victim 2 his bad vein of hypocrisy regarding duty vs. desire lol. all of this ends winningly ofc when he stabs avery/garvith mid-kiss. amazing, everybody was hurt in the process of making this joint. let's take a detour

devon

local wolf guy who has fuckall 2 do with anyones god business. simply falls in love at first bite (bitten) with avery, who has so many other problems at that point, including inheriting a thousand years worth of memories from garvith & going thru a little ego death bc she cannot cope with the grief of it all. might selfishly have kissed devon at one point in an attempt to be someone she's not which cements his crush & dooms them all to drag out this stupid little charade into another book, where we get to >

noah/devon

who start out on the worst terms (romantic rivals for avery/garvith. who is simply Done With It on both ends f) but in the little space of reefair where avery has dropped off the map completely, noah+devon end up living in the same house & get pretty buddy buddy. devon is the first person noah trusts with the secret that he is a god, and devon has a phd in being a whore instead of going 2 therapy so they have a good time, as we say on this main blog where content restrictions apply. :)

anwy let's bring this baby home. ive talked abt court of the dragon before but the tldr is; noah dukes it out with his vengeful other ex that until now ive omitted. which is a shame bc damia is my fav oc, but the endgame is this:

noah+damia end up in a dual body consciousness situation a la pandora hearts, with one body stuck at the bottom of the ocean in dead world space & the other able to move freely, with the two of them having 2 play real nicey with each other taking turns who controls which body. by then avery has sort of rejoined the polycule (when she's not out adventuring across verses w/ lucie) but in an all members present scenario u get:

the polycule [tm]

avery, more or less serpent at times, trading affection & bite marks w noah/devon except like. sometimes noah is damia and damia doesn't rly fuck with the polycule situation bc he hates everyone involved but also loves to fuck with the polycule bc he is a goddamn bastard. i don't know what's going on here either but it's extremely funny send tweet

((((((bonus. ask jumie how she feels about her son sometimes giving damia head by association LOL)))))))))9 revolutionary vectors of psychological dmg here

#[i was born to meet you] but instead it's [this verse was born 2 own jumie in this very specific way] sorry lmao #ngl with u i touched procreate in the first time in months to draw those lines and cried a lil #anwy this entire mess takes place over like.. 5 books???#noah/garvith are roa territory and go bad by lhnh #the n/v/g mess happens prior to shadow revenge which is where devon+avery meet #the noah/devon roommate situation is due 2 devon moving out to the countryside with his sister nd noah being homeless at the time #(spiritually homeless anwy. palace is.... difficult territory during reefair nd he's trying to escape it)#court of the dragon finale is late dream game & then FINALLY. in long lost flame we get the resolution which is literally the final book w #THANK UUUU for asking this was so fun ive been gunning 2 spell out their situation for a while but it's SO COMPLICATED lmao #askbox #corvus-rose #oc asks

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