The disparity between their times certainly shows. Well done! And I love the way all the royals want to save face and act like they’re unfazed by everything.
Thank you!
(Margaret is curious, but isn’t too fussed about not knowing how things work. Owen, however, knows his liege, and also knows her family – and he’s planning on learning as much as he can, and writing it all down once he has access to writing materials, so he can bring it back for Margaret’s little brother Richard, who wants to know everything about everything.)
I don’t know much of the historical figures/characters here but I’m enjoying this 🙂
Margaret is an OC, and she doesn’t have a large part in anything else posted beyond this story, so the only person who has a firm handle on who she is is me. 🙂
Of the others…. John Holland, Thomas Beaufort, and Owen Tudor are not particularly large players in history on their own, but their various descendants – especially Owen’s – are important in the later part of the 15th century. Richard Neville is also called the Kingmaker, because he’s an important figure in the War of the Roses, on both sides of that war.
Right now, in this story, however, Richard is just the son-in-law of an Earl and cousin of the king through the Beaufort family. And one of the knights whose job it is to keep the Princess of Wales from getting into too much trouble, as are they all.
But I feel you on the diagrams. Ugh. Sometimes they make no sense. And I LIKE to put things together. I like building things in general. But I suppose that doesn’t necessarily cover all mechanical things, either, so.
And hi! *waves* Just noticed you tagged me in this, lol. Thank you! ❤
*grins* You responded to the last one, and expressed an interest in the story, so. 😀
And the diagram of the ship. It doesn’t even fit with what we see in the movie, which is what got the rude gestures. So my mental map includes three levels, of which the third is pretty much all cockpit, and there’s at least one cargo hold, because even a royal yacht has got to have storage space for things.
Is still my birthday! You are not late. 🙂 *hugs you* I am having a pretty good birthday today. Puttering about and stuff. And chocolate cake. And nommy rice pot stuff. And many birthday wishes from people, and TWO fics I follow that are very very awesome updated today. Or near enough to today as makes no difference for my reading of the updates.
I see your birthday wishes, and you are all awesome, and THANK YOU!
… And I did mention chocolate cake, and it is a costco chocolate cake and no I haven’t eaten the whole thing, but I may have eaten a bit more of it than I should have. Or maybe it’s just that several people have said happy birthday and it’s very awesome and I’m bouncing because look, people noticed it’s my birthday!
One more year survived. Another win. And there are people who have celebrated with me, even a little bit.
(Also, Saturday there will be noms at a restaurant I haven’t been to in a decade. I am looking forward to this. That may also be part of the being happy-excited.)
Edit: Make that three fics! *goes to read the latest chapter of Infinite Coffee and Protection Detail*
MAUVE = You are really talented BLUSH = Seeing you on my dash makes my day a little better. FUCHSIA = Your blog content is gold TIMBERWOLF = I trust you
Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine AU: NOS Word Count: 3506 Characters: Me, Odo, Julian Bashir
Content Notes: There are parts of this that aren’t written from my POV, but anything where I am present is. This is a me who is unmedicated, at the end of a long, stressful day, at a point where my hormones are fucking with my brain chemistry. (See the end for more notes, as I didn’t want to get very long-winded here.)
Just a fan, taking a step from one world to another, and having a very hard time coping with that.
This is not where I was a moment before. A step before. I feel a little lighter, though the unwanted desire to fling flaming rocks at the planet still eats at the back of my mind. It’s also a little brighter here, even with ambient lights turned low. They’re not as dim as starlight.
I recognize where I am, though it can’t be real. It can’t be real, cannot be what I think it is, just an unexpected break with reality. A hallucination, though I’ve never had any this immersive before, and have no idea what could have caused it.
I turn in place, looking all around me, trying to find some break in the illusion, something I can use to break free of this. It still looks as real and solid and perfect as it had before. The walkways above, the great oval windows that looked out on blackness scattered with stars, the Replimat and Quark’s, the security office, the directory now behind me.
This is just s’damn powerful, and gorgeous, and there’s this detailwork that I keep wanting to call minimalist but that makes it seem like it’d be bare, instead of full of this visceral detail and just….amazing. Gorgeous, gorgeous work.
Thank you! There is more sitting here and flailing, because people say awesome things, and it’s wonderful, and I’ve mostly run out of coherent words.
Woo Laundry goals! tomorrow is my laundry goals day. Best of luck!
Y’all are awesome, and I have had a pretty good day, all things considered. No clean laundry smell, because the laundry was actually done yesterday and just brought up today. Have achieved sufficient laundry goals, and I’ll play things by ear about how much I’m avoiding my tumblr dashboard. 🙂
I don’t like the deep booms so close. The little pop snaps I can handle but please stop the booms.
Yours and mine both.
*hugs you, and offers to share the virtual blanket fort*
Debating going to hide in the bedroom downstairs and see if it is less loud in the basement. Also hoping they don’t light any of the trees on fire.
*hugs and hides in blanket fort*
I do not mind the ones across the pond at the event area where this is allowed and it is professional. But right next door with loud booms I mind very much.
I hope it is quieter. For me, there is no place that’s likely to be quieter, and I know from last night, headphones are insufficient.
And I hear you about the think they’re done and they start again.
Why aren’t fireworks all required to be only used by professionals in all the states again? *drags a pillow over their head, and makes rude gestures at their neighbors*
*hugs tight* ugh up until a few years ago they Were illegal here. Outside of professionals.
Then they permitted them but like only small ones. But everyone does whatever the fuck they want because they were already getting them out of state illegally and they just have gotten worse about it because it’s not 100% illegal for everyone anymore.
It’s really really easy in this state to just go to another one. Drive 3 hours and you’re in Vermont or New York.
*hugs even more*
If the rain had lasted longer, there wouldn’t be fireworks happening, and I would be a much happier person.
*hugs back, and clings a little*
I don’t remember if they’re legal or illegal here, but I don’t remember them being nearly so prolific last year. Some popping, but not the deeper booms. Which suggests something changed, though whether it was laws or just neighbors decided they gave no fucks, I dunno.
*hugs tightly*
Wish the weather would have cooperated for you. Much as I know it would disappoint some people fireworks on television or at a distance are much better.
So very much better.
The noise has mostly died down, though there are still a few periodic desultory thwoomps. Hopefully when I go to bed in an hour and a half they’ll be done.
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