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Anne de Beaujeu

Anne de Beaujeu (Anne de France, 1461-1522) Unofficial regent of France and duchess of Bourbon

Anne de Beaujeu provides an example of female political authority in a country where the Salic Law prevented women from assuming the crown. She also illustrates the tension between an increasingly centralized monarchy on the one hand and feudal independence on the other, having supported both causes at different times in her life. Probably born in 1461, Anne de Beaujeu was the oldest of the surviving children of Louis XI, king of France, and the one said to resemble him most intellectually and temperamentally. When this king died in 1483 leaving a thirteen-year-old Charles VIII on the throne, Anne and her husband, Pierre de Beaujeu, as his guardians, assumed control. In so doing, they resisted Louis d'Orléans, the next in line to the throne, who wished to be named regent. Louis and his supporters sought help from the estates-general who met in 1484 but who ultimately supported Anne's cause. Referred to as Madame la Grande (Grand Madam), Anne was recognized by the court and by foreign emissaries as the person actually ruling France during the early years of Charles's reign.

In 1488 she and Charles VIII squelched a noble uprising, the Guerre Folle (the Foolish War) led by Louis d'Orléans and Francis II duke of Brittany. Charles then married the new duchess of Brittany, Anne, to ensure the duchy's loyalty to France. Meanwhile Pierre de Beaujeu's two older brothers had died, leaving Pierre with the Bourbon inheritance. Anne and her husband were now the richest and most powerful nobles in France. In 1491, after the loss of one infant and fifteen years of childlessness, Anne gave birth to a daughter, Suzanne. As Charles VIII grew increasingly independent of his older sister, Anne redirected her attention to her own lands and feudal duties, though she remained his advisor while retaining her ties to the court. When Charles died suddenly in 1498 leaving no heirs, Louis d'Orléans became king of France. Neither his previous attacks on the crown nor his well-known personal vices inspired confidence in his subjects, so the support of Anne de Beaujeu and her husband were instrumental in a smooth accession to the throne. Anne agreed to overlook their antagonistic past and did not hinder the annulment Louis immediately requested from her physically disabled sister, Jeanne. In exchange, Louis XII waived the royal rights to the Bourbon inheritance in the case that Anne and Pierre did not have a male heir. Once all this had been established, the Bourbon's relationship with Louis XII and his new queen, Charles's widow Anne de Bretagne, became quite cordial. Anne de Beaujeu no longer held any direct influence, however, over the governance of the French state.

In 1504 or 1505, after the death of her husband and before she arranged a marriage for her daughter, Anne wrote Suzanne a book of lessons, Les Enseignements d'Anne de France, duchesse de Bourbonnois et d'Auvergne, à sa fille Susanne de Bourbon, modeled on the book that Louis IX had written for his daughter, the one her own father had written for Charles, and the writings of Christine de Pizan. Anne's version contains conventional advice on the appropriate behavior for noblewomen. During her unofficial regency, Anne had overseen the education of many young noblewomen at court, including Louise de Savoie, Marguerite d'Autriche, and Diane de Poitiers. The humble feminine figure that emerges from the Enseignements, however, seems at odds with their independent author. More easily recognizable are the anxieties about life as an older widow distant from court. The Enseignements ends with a tale about a noblewoman who bravely sacrifices her only child for the honor of her family and the interests of the king. Suzanne was, in fact, married shortly thereafter to a cousin to protect the integrity of the Bourbon inheritance.

In contrast to the moral of her tale, however, the interests of a noble family and those of the crown did not always overlap. Before she died, Anne witnessed the opposition of two adults whom she had raised from childhood: her son-in-law, the connétable de Bourbon, and Louise de Savoie, mother of Francis I, successor to Louis XII. Louise and her son, suspicious of the wealth and power of the connétable, the Bourbon heir, challenged his inheritance. After losing the domain that Anne had so carefully built up and defended during her lifetime, the connétable, perhaps with Anne's bitter approval, responded by betraying the French king Francis I- the other cause that Anne had defended so staunchly during her brother's reign. Anne died in 1522, before this ultimate betrayal.

Emily Thompson in Encyclopedia of Women in the Renaissance.

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Time Machine - 2024 - No. 1

First in the new Time Machine Playlists for 2024, they will appear once i have 40 songs in each one. Mixed genres of music, from 1950-2022. Already begun No. 2 so could out soon. Enjoy it and share it, might find some bands/artists you like and want to explore their back catalogues!!

I feel 40 is good number of tracks not too long or too short in listening time for your enjoyment. The whole playlist is only two hours and thirty three minutes long.

Reb

Tracklist

Elbow - One Day Like This

The Box Tops - The Letter

Johnny Cash - Hurt

Junior Murvin - Police & Thieves

Frank Wilson - Do I Love You (Indeed I Do)

David Bowie - Rebel Rebel

Spear Of Destiny - Liberator

The The - The Beat(en) Genration

Kings Of Leon - Talihina Sky

Public Image Ltd. - This Is Not A Love Song

Nick Drake - Pink Moon

Imelda May - Johnny Got A Boom Boom

New Order - Ceremony

John Foxx - Underpass

Dandy Livingstone - Suzanne Beware Of The Devil

The National - England

Warpaint - Undertow

The Temper Trap - Science Of Fear

Major Lance - Ain't No Soul (In These Old Shoes)

The Farm - No Man's Land (John Peel BBC Radio Session)

999 - Feelin' Alright With The Crew

Bob Dylan - Blowin' In The wind

Rage Against The Machine - Guerrilla Radio

The Colorblind James Experience - Considering A Move To Memphis

Easterhouse - Whistling In The Dark

The Stone Roses - I Am The Resurrection

Peter Tosh - Vampire

The Vaselines - Jesus Wants Me For A Sunbeam

John Lee Hooker - One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer

Beck - Beercan

Toots & the Maytals - Take Me Home, Country Roads

The Pop Group - She Is Beyond Good & Evil

The Unthanks - A Great Northern River

The Cure - 100 Years

Stereophonics - A Thousnad Trees

Big Mama Thorton - Hound Dog

Tom Waits - Rain Dogs

The Pogues - Wild Cats Of Kilkenny

The Detroit Cobras - Leave My kitten Alone

Super Furry Animals - Golden Retriever

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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You Were the One, Part 18

Summary: The final showdown...or is it?

Pairings: Lloyd Hansen X Reader, Lloyd Hansen X Sierra Six

Rating: mature

Warnings: language, canon style violence, mild sex talk, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3.5K

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“Alright, so what’s our play?” Suzanne turns around to look at Lloyd, snarling, “I’m not talking to you.”

“Is that Suzanne talking?” You don’t know who hated her more, you or Lloyd.

“The very one,” Lloyd chuckles with you, spinning his finger around to get Suzanne to turn back around, and mind her own damn business.

“Lloyd, Margaret is dying. Six is one of her favorites, she’s not going to care if she lives or dies. She will sacrifice herself to save him.”

“Are you giving me the go ahead to do what I need to do?”

You take a deep breath watching your children play innocently. No idea what their parents did for a living. You just wanted this to be over. “Yes. You do what you need to do.”

“Do not underestimate this target. Hit this meatball like a freight train,” Lloyd gruffly says to his teams as they pull in front of Margaret’s home.

“I’m not sure I like that tone, babe.”

“I said, don’t underestimate him,” he continues to squeeze on a stress ball, while Suzanne watches him closely. Untrusting of who he was talking to, or why he felt like he was untouchable. “And turn on cams. I want this pay-per-view,” you have to roll your eyes at your dramatic husband. He wanted to watch the capture of Six up close, as close as you will allow. He didn’t need to be anywhere near the action.

Lloyd paces back and forth as his eyes dart between monitors. A wave of excitement runs through him when he spots Six’s head. His veins pulsing with pure adrenaline, because they’re so close. It was about time for him to come home. Retire. Seeing the teams shoot up Margaret’s window, you give him a growl, “You’re as noisy as Six. This should be easy. They go in,” you give a pause looking at the blueprints of her house. This wasn’t good. There had been updates to the house.

“What the hell is she doing?” Lloyd asks, getting closer.

“He’s not there. She’s got an escape route…dammit!” you watch as she flicks a lighter, blowing up herself and the men inside.

“Well, that was unexpected,” Lloyd gives a growl in your ear.

“You didn’t give me time to pull up all her information. I need time. I’m also working with two little beans here. They’re distracting.”

Lloyd groans, as Suzanne walks over to him, “Did we just kill Margaret Cahill?”

“Lloyd, Six won’t let them arrest him,” you tell him as the area fills with police, surrounding Six who appears to surrender. “They’re not equipped to deal with him.”

“Send everyone,” he says, backing away from the table. “Get ‘em in there, every team. Light it up,” you give him a quick approval. Six would not be easy. He would be the one coming out on top, or he would die trying. Lloyd gives a moment of excitement when Six is detained. This was going better than he expected. And other teams were on their way to take him out.

“This clown’s a sitting duck. You have my permission to shoot anyone standing in his way.”

“Confirmation on target,” a special ops team says.

“Make him dead,” Lloyd deadpans, taking a sip of bourbon.

“Lloyd!”

“Make him hurt.”

“Lloyd!”

“Bring him in mostly alive,” Suzanne turns around glaring at him. “We’ve got to get the asset, just…Angel you’re killing me.”

“Who is this Angel?” She asks stepping in front of Lloyd who merely scoots his chair over to view all the monitors.

“You have my permission to kill her,” you wished someone would kill her. Even just her voice was grating. Annoying. She needed to go.

Lloyd looks up at Suzanne with a smirk, “About time you gave me that. Suzanne, don’t worry about who I have in my ear. The Dark Angel is saving your ass.”

“Don’t lie to her. I want her dead.”

This wasn’t good. Six had honed in his skills. Even cuffed, he was busy flicking his eyes around as he looks for a way out. More and more teams move to the location trying to get to Six. He had to be the luckiest man alive. Everyone missing him with every shot they take.

Lloyd starts pacing around. Glaring at the sight he was seeing. You don’t need for him to tell you, things are going to go from mostly alive, to do whatever it takes even if it means Six dies, “Would someone mind shooting the man handcuffed to the bench?” He shouts over his coms. “My god, how hard is it to shoot somebody?”

This was getting worse before it was getting better. He pops his neck, “Babe, do what you need to do to get you home.”

“This is insane,” Suzanne looks back at your husband, “Lloyd, please, pull everyone out now.”

Lloyd has no desire for that. You had given him the permission to do whatever he needed. “Extra ten million to the first guy to put a bullet in this Ken doll’s brain,” while not how you wanted things to be. You had two kids playing and unaware of what was going on. You needed him home with the three of you more. And you hadn’t even told Lloyd your secret.

Your visual line, and earpiece go dead quickly, and you scramble trying to reconnect yourself to Lloyd, “What happened?”

“The relay antenna must have snapped off,” oh someone was going to pay for this. You would have already had him connected back on. But he’d also lost connection with you, which was the most important to him.

He leans over the back of the tech, nostrils flaring, “Well, get it back on before I beat you to death with that keyboard,” while the tech messes around, Lloyd starts panicking, “Has anyone got eyes on him?”

“Lloyd? Babe?” He sighs in relief. “I’ve almost got everything back online. Your help is a joke.”

“They don’t make them like you. Ah!” He gets excited when the monitors are back live, while the tech looks at the screens confused. “Do not underestimate him,” he warns everyone again. Six was resilient, and became even more so these past five years.

“Lloyd, this isn’t going to end well. He’s getting out of this.”

“I know.”

“This isn’t your fault, and I will personally put a bullet through Suzanne’s head with a smile should she say anything to you,” he looks over at Suzanne with a snarling grin. “I can’t explain it, but I hate her.”

Lloyd steps into a private upstairs room, letting out an angered growl, “Lloyd, breathe. I’m about to make a video call to you. I’m walking into the playroom where our babies are giggling, and playing ready for bed, but need bedtime kisses, and you’re going to see why I need you alive.”

He takes a deep breath, ready to see the three reasons that keep him alive. You turn on the screen, and he sees his beautiful babies. Clearing his throat, Ferryn jumps up and runs to the phone that ever present bunny in her hands, “Daddy! I miss you, are you almost finished?”

“I am, baby. How’s Holdie and mama?”

“Daddy!” Holden’s chubby little legs shuffle over to the phone, and he gives his dad a grin. “Me ate,” he looks up at you for confirmation on what it was he ate, and you tell him broccoli, “Boc-li.”

“Wow, have you two been sleeping in the same bed?”

“Yes, Holden likes having Baxter with him, too,” she gives the bunny’s hand a push, and Lloyd’s own voice saying, ‘Second star to the right, and straight on ‘til morning, Pixie Dust.’ “Holdie needs his own Baxter. He snores.”

“No, don’t. Me no snore, daddy,” he reaches up his hands towards you, sleep starting to overcome him, “Me no snore.”

“You’re coming home soon?”

“Very soon, Pixie Dust. You go get ready for bed, while I give mama her goodnight kisses,” Holden rubs at his eyes, but gets down with his sister. Both waiting on kisses from you, before they walk off into their room.

“They miss you.”

“I miss them.”

“Lloyd, that’s your reason. The reason you’re doing this. Six is coming for you, and I need you to let whatever past issues you have with him go. This is over when that drive is in your hands, okay?”

“They’re not the only reason, Honey. Let me see,” you giggle, shaking your head no at your crazy husband. “Go on, let daddy see. I need to see. Just one little look,” you pan the camera down, pulling aside your top so he can get a view of your tits, “There ya go. Move the bra.”

“You’re such a teenager.”

“I’m asking for your tits, and not your cunt. Don’t make this harder than it has to be,” you pull down your bralette, hearing Lloyd’s moan of approval, you give your nipple a little squeeze. “Yeah, now move further south.”

“No! You’ve got a job to do.”

“And you’ve got a pussy that has been neglected.”

“Serious time; be careful. I need my husband and baby daddy, okay?” Adjusting your top, you look back towards his handsome face. “He’s almost there with the drive. Get it. Destroy it. Come home to destroy me. Simple rules.”

“I like those rules.”

“It’s loading,” a tech says putting a drive in. Starting the process to erase the contents.

“Tell me, Suzanne, is there any other part of your job that I can do for you?” Lloyd asks sitting down, just to make sure this process was completed.

“Failing upwards does not qualify as success,” you hated her. Couldn’t put your finger on it, but you hated her.

“No, success qualifies as success,” you tell her, babe, you give him a little whisper. Turning the lights off to the kids room, all snuggled up together, Holden in fact snoring.

“Do you consider putting a bullet in the girl upstairs a success? Cause I’m struggling to see how you’re gonna get out of all this.”

“You wanna make an omelet, you gotta kill some people.”

“Lloyd, we don’t deal in kids, and definitely don’t kill them. I’ll deal with Fitzroy,” he growls in your ear. “Oh, I’ll deal with him. You got a child involved instead of your wife, so now, I get personal. We’ll move again if need be.”

“You’re killing a girl?” The man who had retrieved the asset asks. Lloyd takes a sip from his drink, shaking his head.

“Apparently I’m not allowed.”

“Who the fuck do you have in your ear?” Suzanne’s hands slam on a table as she walks closer to him. “You’re taking orders from someone and I want to know who? Is there a bigger op, right now?”

Lloyd slowly puts down his drink. “You need to get laid,” he points at Suzanne. “I take orders from one person only. Maybe two and half, but we’re not getting into that. Who is in my ear is what has made this successful. But I don’t take orders from you. Only the Dark Angel. And they’re not happy with you. Say another word, and I give them free reign to put a fucking bullet in your fucking head. Now sit down, and shut the hell up.”

“There’s a girl upstairs?” The Lone Wolf asks again.

“You know in English, we call this a happy ending. However, if you say one more word, you may not see it that way. I will take care of her. She’s not allowed to be harmed. Suzanne, please pay my Tamil friend, and send him on his way.”

“Who’s on the east perimeter?” Suzanne asks, stepping closer to the monitor. Dammit, you missed it. You hate when she gets one over on you.

The power goes out in the castle, and you bite at your lip. He was there. In close quarters with your husband, and nothing to lose, “Get the genny up,” Lloyd says annoyed. A helicopter gets hit, and falls to the water below. And Lloyd knows it’s only just beginning.

“Lock it down. All units to the courtyard,” someone hands off a gun to Lloyd, and you say a silent prayer that he’s okay. This was it. Everyone was now playing Six’s game now. “And do not pay this asshole,” Lloyd growls as he walks out.

Ferryn gives out a cry in the night, “Take care of her,” he tells you, knowing she always had nightmares when her dad was away.

“And you take care of yourself. I love you, Lloyd. You will be coming home to me.”

“Lloyd! Loyd, what was that?” Clicking back into his ear only to hear a bomb. “Baby, are you okay? Do something!”

He grunts in your ear, “Fitzroy. There’s no talking to him anymore. I’m really getting sick and tired of having grenades go off around me,” he growls, getting back up. “I’m gonna kill him,” you didn’t even care. He was too close to the action. He was supposed to be coming home to you an hour ago.

Lloyd runs after Six. His only mission now is to destroy him. Unfortunately it was going to have to be too fast for his liking. Wanting him to suffer before he dies. Running up behind him, he tackles him to the ground. Lloyd has the upper hand for a moment until he’s shot in the back with a flare. His cry of pain, running through your body, and you just want to baby him. He was always the sweetest when you were tending to his wounds.

Another cry of pain, “You better be glad that was my left hand! Kinda lost the pinky ring.”

“I don’t care. I can deal with a missing pinky.”

“Dammit!” Six was able to get away but not before Lloyd was able to grab Claire.

“Lloyd!”

“I’m just getting Six closer,” you can hear her scared wails, and you're the one growling. “I don’t want to hurt her, Honey. I want Six.”

“Who?” Claire asks.

“Shut up,” he drags her into a hedge maze, hoping to lure Six away from all the action. “Where do I go?”

“If she gets hurt, Lloyd, I will hurt you.”

“I’m not gonna hurt her. Goah, woman. I don’t like your form of punishment. Now, where do I go,” he pushes Claire to the side, “You shut up, and don’t move, and I won't’ hurt you. I’m not allowed,” he grabs out a shoelace, creating a makeshift tourniquet. “Now, yell for him,” he says in Claire’s ear, reaching the middle of the maze.

“Six!”

“Do not shoot while she’s out there. That could be our daughter!”

“I’m not going to shoot her. Don’t you dare bring Ferryn into this.”

“Lloyd!”

“I didn’t say that name, do you understand?” He glares at Claire, “Scream for him again. I’ll hand you over.”

“Six! I’m here,” there he was. Lloyd smirks as the other man walks into the center of the maze.

“Now, I’m gonna stop you right there, cupcake. What do you say we wrap this up? I mean, I’m having a blast, but it’s way past the kids’ bedtime, don’t you think? So, you’re gonna throw me that gun, and I’m going to hand over the little one. That easy,” unloading his gun, Six tosses it to Lloyd.

“Cute, I meant with the bullets.”

“Nobody throws a loaded gun, Lloyd.”

“You know, I think we would have been friends, you and I. Aside from your childish sense of morality and eight-dollar haircut. Let’s not forget about your fiancé, and how you accused her of cheating with me the day she lost your baby. You never valued that woman.”

“Don’t you bring her up right now. You let Claire go. I did as you asked.”

“You left my wife, alone. You were supposed to be watching her back, but you just couldn’t wait to be the hero. We had a lot in common, besides the woman we loved. It’s really a shame this isn’t gonna work out between us.

“Lloyd!” Claire glances up at Lloyd hearing your voice, “Quit taunting him. Give him Claire, and get home to me.”

“Normally at this point in the night, I wouldn’t be sticking around. With the house lights about to come on, I’d find a sweet woman to lick my wounds and baby me, and split. But you have been a pebble in my shoe since the very beginning. You have pissed me off every chance you could. Always grating on my every last nerve. And I’m ready to end it all. I just can’t walk away.”

“Lloyd Hansen, so help me, if you don’t give that girl up,” she heard you again. She gives him an odd look. “I need you home with us. You have two kids waiting for you!”

“Guess what I’m thinking right now?” He asks with a devilish smirk. Loosening up his grip on Claire.

“That you’ve overshared?”

“I think I’m better than you. I was the one that ended up with the girl. What do you say, Six, you wanna dance?” He holds his arms wide, letting Claire run over to Six. Throwing his own gun to the side.

“Did he hurt you?” Six asks Claire, giving a once over her, but his eyes keep going back to Lloyd.

“No, he said he wasn’t allowed. There’s a woman in his ear.”

“What?” His eyes lock on Lloyd, never moving.

“I heard her. He couldn’t hurt me. She wants…wants him home.”

Lloyd continues smiling large at Six, “My friend is gonna meet you at the edge of the maze,” Claire starts to break down as everything that has happened weighs heavily on her. Being kidnapped, her uncle dying, and everything in between. Pulling at Six’s hand, trying to get him to leave. “Claire. Claire, this is just another Thursday. Go.”

“Kick his ass,” Six nods his head. Looking back towards Lloyd who stretches out his muscles. This was the moment you were dreading, and you were right there, able to hear and see everything.

The two men square up with each other, and the moment they get close enough Lloyd throws the first punch. Neither holding back, as they go blow for blow. Hearing nothing but the grunts that the two of them issue, and then Lloyd’s annoyed and in pain sounds. “You miss your finger Lloyd?”

“Still getting used to it. You’ll pay for me losing my ring.”

“Why’s it so special?” He asks knocking Lloyd to the ground. “Huh? Why do you care about a pinky ring?”

“It’s symbolic,” he pushes Lloyd into the fountain, and the wound on his back lights his body on fire. Standing up in the water, and having a fit, “Damn! That stings!”

“You’ve made your point, babe. Get out.”

“No. I’m finishing this today.”

“Who are you talking to, Lloyd?” Six walks into the fountain with him. Punching him over and over again, and knocking his head on one of the statues.

“Lloyd, stop!” Your throat starts closing up, and you just need your husband to hold you.

Lloyd pulls out a knife, skillfully brandishing it, and smooths back his falling hair, “Let’s see if these moves fuck.”

Swinging the knife at Six, able to slice and stab him several times. Your ex, bloody and beaten, and Lloyd has the upper hand. Shoving him down into the water, and holding him there. “No! You let him up. Let him up and walk away! Don’t end him like that, please! That’s what his dad did to him,” Lloyd backs off of Six, and lets him stand up, leaving the other man to glare at him.

“What’re you doing?”

“I was told not to end you that way.”

Six’s eyes roll up to meet him, staring hard at your husband, but you can’t concentrate, “Suzanne has a gun. She’s entered the maze. Quit the pissing contest, and get out, and home to me.”

“I’m working on it, honey,” dammit.

“Who are you talking to?” Six charges at him, wrapping an arm around his throat, putting him in a chokehold.

“No! You’re supposed to be coming home to us! Lloyd don’t you die like this! No! Baby, we need you. Six! Six!” Hearing your voice for the first time, Six loosen his grip, and starts backing away. “Get out now! There’s a getaway car on the outskirts of the property, and I’m getting a private jet lined up now,” Lloyd tears out his earpiece, dropping it into the water before retreating from the location. You always thought of a quick getaway for him.

“Where is she?” Six screams as Lloyd runs off through the maze. Digging through the water where Lloyd left his earpiece. Finding it, he picks it up, screaming your name, “Twelve? Twelve?”

Great, this was not how you saw this going. But your husband was now on his way home to you. You click off quickly. Calling in to Lloyd’s phone instead.

“You let him get away?” Suzanne shouts. “You had him, and you let him get the fuck away?”

“Who was he talking to?”

“The Dark Angel,” she says before shooting Six in the leg.

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comtessezouboff · 1 year

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Louis XIV's Gallery of Beauties

A retexture by La Comtesse Zouboff — Original Mesh by @thejim07

This set of 20 portraits was comissioned by the king himself in the 1650s to Charles and Henri Beaubrun (except for a portrait of Henrietta Anna of England, Comissioned to Nicolas Mignard) The portraits comprises the queen, royal princesses and ladies of the court. They hanged at the king's appartments at Versailles. In the 1670s the paintings were progressively relegated to the king's minor residences, but in 1837, Louis-Philippe, King of the French turned Versailles into a museum and rejoined the paintings, in the Louis XIV Rooms, where they remain.

The set includes 20 portraits, with the original frame swatches, fully recolorable. The portraits are of:

Anne Genèvieve de Bourbon, Duchess d'Estouteville and Longueville

Françoise-Athénaïs de Rochechouart (later, Marquise de Montespan)

Anna Martonozzi, Princess of Conti

Anne Louise Boyer, Duchess of Noailles

Anne Marie Gonzaga, Countess Palatine

Anne de Rohan-Chabot, Princess de Soubise

Catherine Henriette d'Harcourt, Duchess d'Arpajon

Catherine de Neuville, Countess d'Armagnac

Charlotte Catherine de Gramont, Proncess of Monaco

Charlotte Isabelle Angélique de Montmorency-Bouteville, Duchess of Mecklenburg-Schwerin

Elizabeth of Orléans, Duchess of Guise and Joÿeuse

Françoise Madeleine d'Orléans (née de Valois) Duchess of Savoy

Françoise Mignot, Mareschalle of l'Hospital

Françoise de Neufville, Duchess of Chaulnes

Gabrielle-Louise de Saint-Simon, Duchess of Brissac

Henrietta Anna of England, Duchess of Orléans

Madeleine-Charlotte d'Albert-d'Ailly, Duchess of Foix

Marguerite Louise d'Orléans, Grand Duchess of Tuscany

Marguerite-Louise-Suzanne de Béthune-Sully, Countess of Gyche

Marie Thérèse of Austria, Queen Consort of France and Navarre

Found under Decor > Paintings for 940 §

Retextured from the "portrait of Anne Marie Louise d'Orléans", found here

Table, torcheres and floor by @thejim07

Rest of the decor by @joojconverts

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mediumsofmayfair · 11 months

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CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE !!

BORROWED FROM: @radicalrascals.

TAGGING: @opheliaximmortal, @eclipsecrowned, @behindviolenteyes, @sangcreole, @withinycu and @godpyre.

✧･ﾟ 𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄.

► ROWAN, MONA & MERRICK MAYFAIR.

★ ⸻ GENERAL

Name: Rowan Mayfair | Mona Mayfair | Merrick Mayfair

Alias(es): The thirteenth (13th) witch | Ophelia | practitioner of Vodou

Gender: genderqueer (she/they) | female (she/her) | demi-girl (she/they)

Age: 26+ | 20+ | 24+

Date of Birth: November 7, 1959 | October 24, 1983 | September 20, you do the math

Place of Birth: NOLA, Garden district | New Orleans, garden district | New Orleans, French quarter

Spoken Language(s): French, English, Telekinesis, ghost/demon conjuring, French Roman Catholic, foresight and spells | French, English, intersectional feminism, telekinesis, ghost/demon conjuring, spells, and ghost hunting | Haitian creole, French, English, aave, ghost/demon conjuring, spells & ghost hunting

Orientation: bi (male lean) | bi (non-discriminating!) | bi (female lean)

Occupation(s): that’s Miss Doctor Rowan Mayfair, PHD to you! | running the coven of the articulate when Lestat becomes histrionic 🤷‍♀️ | practitioner of Haitian Vodou & Talamasca member

★ ⸻ APPEARANCE

Eye colour: green | blue | brown

Hair colour: blonde (canonically) (black in the TV show) | auburn/red | dark black

Height: 5’8” | 5’0” | 5’4”

Other: the emerald necklace connecting her through a deal her great ancestor, Suzanne Mayfair made to the preternatural ghost/demon Lasher akin to a whip and the sound of the wind. | dresses exceedingly feminine, performing her femininity like a Shakespeare thespian or drag Queen/King. | At minimum Merrick always has a book on hand and a hair accessory in her creole curls.

★ ⸻ FAVORITE

Colour: purple the queenly kind | baby blue | Mayfair (emerald) green. Song: Rowan | Mona | Merrick

Food: beignets | gumbo | shrimp po’boy

Drink: champagne | wine | bourbon

★ ⸻ HAVE THEY...

Passed university: with above average marks! | no - but more than capable of doing so! | no but only because time never let her

Had sex: yes | yes - perhaps… a lot | yes

Had Sex in Public: no | don’t tempt her sounds thrilling | no

Gotten pregnant/someone else pregnant: yes | no | no

Kissed a boy: yes | yes | yes

Kissed a girl: yes | yes | yes

Gotten tattoos: no | no | no

Gotten piercings: yes | yes | yes (ears for all of the above) Merrick, also pierced her nose

Been in love: yes | yes | yes

Stayed up 24+ hours: yes | yes | no

★ ⸻ ARE THEY...

A virgin: no | no | that’s a colonizer social construct.

A cuddler: yes | yes | no

A kisser: kinda? | yes | depends who you ask

Scared easily: no | no | no

Jealous easily: no | no | yes

Trustworthy: they’re Mayfair women, the answer is collectively no.

Submissive: yes | switch | yes

Dominant: in the mental sense | switch | no

In love: as a whole, not yet, they’d know.

Relationship status: collectively? It’s messy and complicated, of course Quinn Blackwood, Louis de Pointe du Lac and Lestat de Lioncourt count! In that case… taken but complicated. Let us not begin on the family ghost.

★ ⸻ RANDOM QUESTIONS

TW for self-harm/suicide mention.

Have they harmed themselves: yes | not deliberately | (yes in canon) no (in my portrayal)

Thought of suicide/ideated: yes | yes | yes

Attempted suicide: yes | no | yes

Wanted to kill someone: yes but shush | he deserved it! | with good reason

Have/had a job: yes | of a kind | yes

Fears: a family legacy she can’t outrun, Lasher, violent men, the church, the state, and the future and being “enough.” | existential stuff, none of your concern | misogyny, racism, violence, injustice, the burden and blessing of family, and upholding her mothers legacy.

★ ⸻ FAMILY

A mess, that puts the Ptolemaic dynasty to shame.

See here.

On the Mayfairs and Lasher.

Lives of the Mayfair Witches.

Bonus, these threes collective playlist.

#about / the line of mayfair #muse: rowan mayfair #muse: mona mayfair #muse: merrick mayfair #meta #lives of the mayfair witches #lasher / mi daemon #tag games #dash games #headcanon #headcanons #mayfair witches #long post #rowan mayfair #merrick mayfair #Mona Mayfair #aes / just about anything #visage / manipulate unseen forces #anne rice

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brookstonalmanac · 1 year

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Birthdays 5.10

Beer Birthdays

Edward F. Sweeney (1860)

George F. Wiessner (1860)

Fred Eckhardt (1926)

George Fix (1939)

Marty Nachel (1958)

Five Favorite Birthdays

Fred Astaire; dancer, actor (1899)

Chris Berman; television sportscaster (1955)

Thomas Johnstone Lipton; tea merchant (1850)

Gary Owens; announcer, actor (1936)

Homer Simpson; cartoon character (1955)

Famous Birthdays

Jim Abrahams; film director (1944)

Milton Babbit; composer (1916)

Jean Becker; French actor and director (1933)

Bono; rock singer (1960)

John Wilkes Booth, American actor, assassin of Abraham Lincoln (1838)

Barbara Taylor Bradford; English-American author (1933)

T. Berry Brazelton; pediatrician, television host (1918)

E. Cobham Brewer; English lexicographer (1810)

Maybelle Carter; country singer (1909)

Caroline B. Cooney; author (1947)

Teri Copley; actor (1961)

Fats Domino; rock singer, pianist (1929)

Donovan; Scottish singer-songwriter (1946)

Carl Douglas; Jamaican singer-songwriter (1942)

Sly Dunbar; Jamaican drummer (1952)

Ariel Durant; historian (1898)

Wayne Dyer; author (1940)

Linda Evangelista; Canadian model (1965)

Missy Franklin; swimmer (1995)

Augustin-Jean Fresnel; French physicist (1788)

Johann Peter Hebel; German writer (1760)

Donovan Leitch; pop singer (1946)

Dave Mason; rock musician (1946)

Desmond MacNamara; Irish artist (1918)

Mae Murray; actor (1889)

Lisa Nowak; astronaut (1963)

Konstantinos Parthenis; Greek painter (1878)

Marie-France Pisier; French actress, director (1944)

Hildrus Poindexter; bacteriologist (1901)

George Ross; signer of the Declaration of Independence (1730)

Rick Santorum; political nutjob (1958)

John Scalzi; writer (1969)

David O. Selznick; film producer (1902)

George E. Smith; physicist and engineer (1930)

Max Steiner; Austrian-American composer (1888)

Pat Summerall; television sportscaster (1930)

Suzanne, Duchess of Bourbon (1491)

Dimitri Tiomkin; Ukrainian-American composer (1894)

Sid Vicious; punk bassist (1957)

Nancy Walker; actor (1921)

#Birthdays

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cupofwater6 · 2 years

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tier 1: Kevin

tier 2: General public, Howard, what she wishes Chuck was at

tier 3: her paralegal assistants, Paige, Bill, Glenn (sorry bro)

tier 4: Ernesto and the mailroom bros, her pro bono clients

tier 5: whatever she had going on with ADA Suzanne Ericson , the witnesses at the attorney bar association party where she did bourbon shots

tier 6: Rich Schweikart's reached this when he sniffed out Kim trolling around with Jimmy on the Acker case, the furthest level Chuck is able to reach, Acker reached this point unfortunately when she spilled her guts to him about her history

tier 7: Francesca achieved this after Kim's car crash, also the level Kim's mother has been demoted to after sealing her heart away and leaving Nebraska 'in flames'

tier 8: Tier 9 waiting room

tier 9: Jimmy

tier 10: the final frontier

#ramble #List of psychic barriers within the mind of kimberly wexler #FWIW. i think tier 10 is unlocked by jimmy long after the events of the show this is like their older and greying era tier 10 #in my mind this is like the psychelocks of ace attorney except its like Sphere of aura her brain is encased in protective shells

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lifewithcraig · 2 years

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Book blues

This entry references spoilers from the book “Three-Martini Lunch” by Suzanne Rindell.

I feel hurt. Angry. Anxious. Confused. Betrayed. Lonely. And as insane as it sounds, it's all because of a book.

When I picked up Three-Martini Lunch two months ago, I was excited. I always felt guilty about being a writer who doesn't read. In my life, I have probably read less than 100 books. I was excited about finally finishing a book for the first time in years. Having finished grad school and achieving my longstanding goal of working as a copywriter, I was eager to turn a new leaf.

And it was good timing. I was tired of watching hours and hours of TV and online videos that lacked substance. Reading a fully fleshed-out written narrative satisfied something I was craving. When I realized Three-Martini Lunch had a gay storyline, it ignited me in a way no book ever had.

I have been living at home in Florida for about five months now. Living here has felt like how I imagine Rapunzel felt locked away inside a tower for all those years. My hometown is rural. I have neither a car nor any close friends or relatives my age in the area. I have felt very alone and confined.

But through Three-Martini Lunch, I got to live life through the eyes of Miles Tillman, a Black writer from New York in the 1950s. Through Miles, I got to live in New York, sit in cafes, go for walks in Central Park, and barhop in East Village. I got to travel cross-country by Greyhound and go to San Francisco. And I got to meet Joey, the charming, handsome Mediterranean boy from a bourbon family in Kentucky.

As Miles fell in love with Joey, a part of me fell in love with Joey too. In real life, I'm a virgin who has never had a relationship. Through my book, I got to have trysts on a houseboat in Sausalito and hotels in Manhattan. I'm embarrassed to admit I even started fantasizing about the characters.

For months, the book was the most exciting part of my day. It was an escape from the banalities of life inside the white walls of my small, square bedroom. And I was so proud of my new burgeoning identity as someone who reads.

But the author decided to kill Joey. Right on the brink of Miles and Joey reuniting after their second breakup, Joey commits suicide. In less than 20 pages, my heart went from being full of hope to this indescribable unpleasant feeling that I'm struggling to comprehend.

I feel like I am experiencing my emotions on a visceral level. At first, my skin felt hot, and my pulse quickened. I was experiencing anxiety, but something much more subdued than a panic attack. It was similar to the uncomfortable feeling you get when you know you have done something wrong and getting caught seems imminent. I was devastated but not enough (or perhaps too much) to draw a tear.

I usually experience emotions cerebrally, so what was perhaps most jarring was how vacant my brain was of thought. I started writing because I needed to articulate and work through whatever this feeling was.

The emptiness was what made me feel the most uncomfortable. I initially felt devastated, but that feeling went away, and I felt empty and hollow inside. I was upset, but not enough in any particular direction to become absorbed in any one emotion. It was like experiencing all the emotions and none of them at the same time – almost as though they were all canceling each other out.

I felt an overwhelming sense of disappointment. Disappointed that the story did not have the ending I hoped it would. Disappointed that I was unsure whether I could finish the book. I don't think I can. I panicked as soon as I caught wind of where the story was headed, skimmed ahead, and immediately slammed the book and tossed it away when I confirmed my suspicions. I never read the details of Joey's death nor do I care to. I feel like I have nothing willing me forward to the epilogue. And yet I feel like I am betraying myself by not finishing what I started after two months of investment.

Speaking of betrayal, the book made me feel lonely. I have never been comfortable using the word lonely, largely because I think I subconsciously resent the term. I never want to say that I am lonely because to admit to being lonely is to acknowledge that you feel rejected by the world. When you are lonely, you feel rejected. When you feel rejected, you tell yourself it doesn't matter and that you don't need other people. To say you are lonely is to admit you have no one and that it does, in fact, bother you.

Yet one of the first words that came to my mind when I started to reflect on how I felt was lonely. Lonely because I felt like I was a part of their love story, of the adventures of Miles and Joey. But when Joey died, so did my escape. As I lay in my bed with nothing but the closet light on and write this, I realize I have lost the fantasy world I have been living in for the last few months. One of the most romantic and magical parts of my life is now gone, and what remains is my painfully bland reality. In a way, it feels like a breakup.

I also feel an odd sense of guilt. My problems feel insignificant in comparison to what Miles and Joey faced. I acknowledge that I sound like an absolute lunatic writing this, but I feel a pang of remorse that I will never have a romance as beautiful as the one Miles and Joey shared, and I blame myself for not being beautiful, interesting, or rebellious enough to be someone worth writing about. I want what Miles and Joey had, and if I never had that, I would have at least liked the comfort of seeing them have it.

I think about what Mister Gus told Miles about choosing to be his true self before it is too late. Mile's actions, though he was unaware of what he was doing at the time, impacted Joey's demise. It was too late for him to heed Mister Gus's words. As a soon-to-be-29-year-old, single, out-of-shape virgin still closeted from his family, it hits uncomfortably close to home. I feel my 20s slipping away, and I have anxiety about the things I will live to regret.

I hate that I got to know who Joey was. That I got to know his heart. How he could never hurt an animal and spent his whole life feeling guilty about the deer his uncle forced him to kill. About his lovely mom and spineless dad and abusive uncle. Getting to know someone, seeing their soul, only to lose them is a special kind of hurt.

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