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kanatajelly · 1 year

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yo. I was hoping to put a request in for a yandere headcanon about Rui from Project Sekai. He doesn't seem like the most dangerous type but I feel like he still has potential!

general yandere headcanons - rui

rui kamishiro - project sekai

author's note: hi, thanks for the request! rui definitely has some yandere potential hehe~ i hope you enjoy!

warnings: general yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, stalking, manipulation, guilt tripping, mentions of kidnapping, brief mentions of abuse, brief mentions of murder

word count: 1560

what kind of yandere are they?

First of all, I can see Rui being an obsessive yandere. He’s generally a very curious person, especially when it’s about the things that he’s interested in, so he’d likely take the time to learn everything he can about his darling.

This desire to know his darling well also makes Rui a bit of a stalker yandere. However, I don’t think he’d stalk his darling in the “traditional” way. I can definitely imagine Rui using his drones or other robots to spy on his darling from far away.

Rui can also be a little manipulative at times. Most of his manipulation would come in the form of guilt tripping, but he’s not afraid to use other methods. For example, if his darling is the confident type of person like Tsukasa is, Rui would try to praise them as much as he could to get on their good side. Additionally, if his darling returned his feelings, he would 100% use that fact against them to get them to stay no matter what.

Additionally, he would probably try to monopolize his darling’s time as much as he can, which does make him slightly controlling. After all, he’s already busy enough with his job as the director of Wonderlands x Showtime, so what’s the harm in trying to convince his darling to stay with him in his free time?

how do they treat their darling?

Rui is generally a very soft yandere. He’s also quite good at hiding the evidence of his stalking and other obsessive tendencies, so there’s a good chance that his darling may never find out about his yandere side… unless he slips up, that is.

He would watch his darling from afar for quite a bit, but eventually he’d get impatient and approach them to try and befriend them. He’d be nervous on the inside at first, being careful with his words so he doesn’t scare them away too soon. Rui would also be guilty of purposefully creating situations where his darling has to talk to or spend time with him; for example, randomly and “accidentally” crashing one of his drones right next to them and then offering to see if they have any injuries from the crash.

However, when Rui does become friends with his darling, he’ll treat them like he treats the Wonderlands x Showtime crew and his other friends, such as Mizuki. His darling will be subject to a lot of theatre-based rants from Rui, and he would definitely proudly show off any of his robots (but maybe not the ones he’s been using to spy on them).

For the most part, Rui acts rather normally around his darling. However, every once in a while, he’d get too excited and say something that he really shouldn’t know about them, or seem a little too confident about where he was going when going over to their home for the “first time”. A more observant darling may be able to pick up on his yandere side after these little slip ups, but Rui would do anything to hide it from them. The last thing he wants is to scare them away.

I don’t see Rui being very physically affectionate with his darling, since he’s more concerned about spending time with them. However, I do think Rui would often tell his darling how much he appreciates them, especially if he is in a romantic relationship with them. He really wants them to know just how important they are to him. It’s very sweet, if you ignore the concerning level of devotion lying underneath his words.

Any type of abuse is off the table. Rui loves his darling, after all, so he doesn’t see the need to injure them or hurt them in any other way. That being said, manipulation through guilt tripping or taking advantage of weaknesses is a fairly normal occurrence with him, as I mentioned before. Another thing that’s completely off the table is murder. Rui would never murder his darling or anyone else, no matter how bad things got.

I don’t think Rui is very likely to kidnap his darling. He’d see that as crossing a line that shouldn’t be crossed. There is a chance that he’d do it if things got really out of hand (say, his darling started dating someone else and isn’t responding the way he wants to his implicit suggestions of breaking up with them), but it’s generally very unlikely.

Overall, since Rui’s actions are very calculated and he treats his darling well, there’s a feasible chance that he can maintain a normal relationship with them on the outside, whether that be a friendship or a romantic relationship. However, if things went south and his darling found out about him stalking them, Rui isn’t afraid to use a little more manipulation to get his darling to stay with him. He’d never hurt them too bad though. He doesn’t want to see them in pain, especially not if he’s the cause of it.

what kind of person would they obsess over?

I think Rui would be attracted to someone who’s very passionate about their interests. After all, he is friends with Tsukasa, who is arguably one of the most passionate people in Project Sekai. Rui himself is very passionate as well, so that helps. He’d love nothing more than to sit down with his darling and exchange ideas with them - either about his shows or robot building ideas, or about whatever they’re interested in.

Rui may also fall for someone who is a bit of an outcast, just like him. Up until joining Wonderlands x Showtime, he never had many friends, and he struggled to find people who accepted his more eccentric ideas. That’s why he would be very understanding and empathetic towards someone in a similar situation to him, kind of like he is with Mizuki.

It’s also worth mentioning that if Rui falls for the outcast type of darling, he would be very protective over them. I can see him coming to his darling’s aid if they’re ever being picked on or made fun of by other people. He knows what it’s like to be alone, so he doesn’t want his darling to have to feel the same pain. They have him, after all!

In addition to being protective over his darling if they were being treated badly by others, Rui would probably increase his drone surveillance of them to make sure that they’re safe; and if they aren’t safe at any moment, he knows immediately and can intervene before things get ugly.

are they aware of their actions? how dangerous are they?

Rui is a very lucid yandere. He’s quite aware of the fact that what he’s feeling is not the normal way to feel about someone you love, to the point where he sometimes feels a little guilty about what he’s doing. The guilt comes out especially when he finds himself hiding things from his darling or lying to them, but he considers it a necessary sacrifice. After all, he ultimately wants to be by his darling’s side, so if he has to stalk them or guilt trip them to achieve that, he can handle whatever remorse comes as a side effect.

Overall, Rui is not a very dangerous yandere. He treats his darling nicely, and he tries his best to keep his more intense actions and feelings away from their sight. Like I mentioned before, he is capable of maintaining a normal relationship with them despite what he’s doing behind their back, and there’s even a chance that they’d never find out about his obsessive tendencies due to how well he conceals them.

what is their most dangerous trait? how far would they have to be pushed to bring it out?

Rui’s most dangerous trait is his intellect and his high capability for quick thinking. He’s a very intelligent person, and he’s good at coming up with plans on-the-spot in response to a sudden change or development in his environment. That’s why I think it would be really hard to escape from him.

I don’t think Rui would give his darling many opportunities to get away from him in the first place. If he hasn’t kidnapped them yet, he’s not afraid to get in their face and manipulate them into spending time with him if he noticed they were getting distant. And if he has kidnapped them, he’d keep an almost constant watch on them, either directly or through his robots and other electronics.

However, if his darling ever was able to escape, Rui would do anything to get them back. He’d stay surprisingly calm despite the stress of losing them, and his head would be filled with ways to get them back into his clutches… and keep them there. At that point, if he hadn't already kidnapped his darling, he would.

Although he is still against physical/verbal abuse and murder, Rui would take no shame in playing mind games with his darling should they ever get away from him. The guilt tripping would evolve into plain old manipulation, and Rui wouldn’t try and hide it either. If his darling has gotten him to the point that he’s forced to kidnap them, he doesn’t see much of a use in hiding anymore. As they say, the cat’s out of the bag.

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henqtic · 1 year

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envy. xavier thorpe x reader . wc: 1560.

summary: you decide to go to the rave’n with someone other than xavier, and he has envious feelings about it. ( requested )

warnings: all angst, no happy ending, non-healthy situationship ( are any of them healthy ?? ), xavier being a jealous baby ( derogatory ).

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You never did like crowded rooms. There were always too many faces to keep track of, too many limbs attempting to combobulate, and too many hearts beating fast on adrenaline and anticipation. Maybe it was just you, and that fact that anytime you were relatively out of your comfort zone— you felt like a person living outside of their body.

You didn’t like ever being a spectator in your life if you could control it, but neither did you love the idea of letting fun things pass by without ever giving them a second thought. Things like a school dance. Very normie, very loud and very unlike you to be jumping at the chance of going. But, early on in the night, you found you fit right in with the crowd.

It was different without him, someone so parasocial they could weigh down your spirits.

Leo Rivers had asked you as a date just two days after the Rave'N was announced, with his big brown eyes and his wide smile and a bouquet with a poster board.

It was nice with Leo. Especially now, during the first slow dance of the night, your head lying on his broad chest. But it was difficult, just to stay there and listen to his heartbeat when there were a pair of eyes boring into the pair of you from the beginning.

Xavier had followed your every move since he watched you walk through those doors with a guy that wasn’t him.

He watched exactly where you put your hands, just how close they’d get to him. He watched your lips and his. He watched how hard you’d laugh at something he said, or suppress a smile as his lips brushed up against your ear in a hushed whisper.

You weren’t even trying to hide it.

His ivy green eyes became slits as your date took his place, allowing his hands to roam. They soothed down your white dress again and again. It was like there was a bit of magic sewn into those shining fabrics.

Definitely enough to make him feel confident in getting so close to the curve of your ass before he’d pick them back up and pull you even closer in.

He attempted to look away with a childish huff, but his eyes just found their way back.

Envy.

Envy had always been around Xavier Thorpe like a consuming darkness he had never bothered to fight, to grab a flashlight and navigate through it. He sat there in his seat, bitter faced, ignoring Bianca on his side and staring at the pair of you with complete disdain.

You wish you hadn’t picked your head off Leo and seen his face.

There was no adoration in his eyes, not even a hint of regret that would make him beg you to dance just once with him. It was just that same look that drew you closer every day to the conclusion that he was incapable of caring about your emotions.

A single tear fell from your eye, warm and telling of the next to come.

You pulled away from soft warm arms, abruptly and apologetically as you wiped away the wetness. He understood, of course he understood. Leo let you go with a smile, promising to get you a full dance another night.

It wasn't your strong suit to run away. In the time it took you to make it to the alcove, your breath was uneven and heavy, and you nearly tripped over your own feet. Your makeup you spent so much time on was probably all smudged all over by the time you reached the hidden corner. You took off your heels, leaving them at your side and covered your face with your hands.

He was bad for you, you knew that.

Something about Xavier Thorpe made it so incredibly hard to let him go. To want him to hold you like he could, tell you all of those sweet nothings like he could, love you like he could.

He probably didn’t even care. Not now, not tomorrow, not ever.

Maybe you could’ve told him that he broke your heart again and again, that you’d started falling apart months ago with the way he strung you along, but it was better to pretend like you didn’t care.

Because you knew he didn’t.

It was always about him; how he felt, what he did, and never about you and what you needed. Hurt was one thing, and isolating yourself in a corner to wallow was another.

Footsteps sounded, slow and calculated like they knew just where they were heading.

He followed you.

“Got tired of him?”

“Can I just have a minute Xavier?” You asked through your palms, defeated and unwilling to have another conversation about the same thing with him all over again.

“I mean, you had at least forty of them. That wasn’t enough?”

His voice reeked of jealousy. You weren’t sure if he was ever actually hurt by anything that happened in your. . . ‘situationship’ of sorts. Only you.

It was insane actually, all of your friends told you.

How a boy who lacked the commitment skills to call you his girlfriend expected you to be okay with him not formally asking you to the dance, and just expecting you to take a smile and an eyebrow raise when it was announced as an invite.

He wasn’t mindful then, and he wasn’t mindful now — the distance you needed between your bodies being disregarded as he slid down the same wall as you, close enough so that your sides were touching.

Usually, every time he touched you, or looked at you, or showed you something beautiful from his sketchbook, it would ignite a spark in your heart. Now, it could only ignite a feeling closer to disgust.

“Yeah. And all forty of them you made miserable.”

“Miserable? Really?” He scoffed, staying quiet for a moment before speaking up again.

“Maybe you’re the only one who can’t see it— you know, being so occupied with your little date and all, but you look really happy when you’re not with me.”

“If you wanted me to be happy with you instead of him, you should've treated me like someone you had some genuine interest in, not like a fucking— safety plan.”

You tried to restrain that anger in your voice.

“What? I did ask you, before him actually, and you got all mad because it wasn’t extravagant or whatever. You literally ignored me for days and I’m the one in the wrong?” He defended himself quickly, like he couldn’t analyze a situation behind surface level.

“It’s more than that Xavier. Your version of asking me wasn’t even saying a word. And you treating me like a safety plan isn’t a new thing. You broke up with Bianca because you thought she was manipulating you and then you ran to me to comfort you. You finally gave up on Wednesday when she hurt your feelings for the fifteenth time and then I was there to comfort you again.”

“You wanted to be there and you wanted to do those things, I didn’t make you.”

“I know that. But why do you feel the need to ask me knowing that all of the things you say afterwards are lies to make me wanna be there for you all again?”

His anger deflated as you finally looked at him again. Your eyes were all teary and a frown took the place of a smile that was always there.

“I’m always there for you when you need it, with your dad, with school, with your health, with the girls you constantly choose over me and set me aside until later. You’re never there for me and at this point, I just wish you’d tell the truth about how you really feel.”

“It’s not fair that this one time when it’s finally my turn to move on, you act like this,” you said calmly, trying to real in whatever emotion had come out before.

As much as he didn't know you felt that way, he wasn't surprised either. It was nice to have someone who would always be there, someone he could say some things to in an empty promise to keep them a constant in his life. He scratched that heart on your sleeve at least once or twice, but in his mind, it was better to do that than lose you.

“Look [ your name ], I’m sorry. I shouldn't have run you out of the dance, you were enjoying yourself even if it was with someone else. But I don’t want this, whatever we have to end, okay?”

He spoke with desperation in his voice, his hand on your shoulder, “Can we just talk?”

You shook your head.

“It doesn’t really matter to me anymore,” you shut him down, grabbing your heels from your side and preparing to walk away for the last time.

“[ your name ], please,” he begged, hand on your calf as he looked up to you, “If you talked to me before this and told me all of that, I would’ve – I should’ve treated you better regardless. I know you deserve someone better but can we at least try first?"

“No, I’ve been trying. Save your tears for someone else. I’m not gonna wait around for you to be better. Goodbye Xavier.”

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natequarter · 3 days

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the fourth duke of norfolk is so bizarre to me like. obviously he got executed eventually but it just feels wrong that there were still dukes in the 1560s, especially so that it was thomas howard. all these other men have had their heads cut off and this kid, whose father and grandfather and so on and so forth were ALL deemed traitors, is the one alive and kicking??? he marries thrice, his wives die thrice in childbirth; his father dies when he's at most ten years old; he inherits all his titles at about 18 (the perfect age); he's tutored by john bloody foxe; and then he abandons it all to marry mary queen of scots, twice, fucks up rebellions, twice, and dies at the grand old age of (about) 36. like, it tracks for a howard, but it's still bizarre... and elizabeth never raised anyone to a duchy after that, lol. wonder why.

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eletricheart · 1 year

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Delicate

(Mother Miranda x Reader)

*image creds to owner

Word count: 1560 (ish)

I got the story idea from Delicate by Taylor Swift, most specifically the part "this ain't for the best, my reputation's never been worse so you must like me for me."

ps: the song is at the end of the story.

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Rumors, as always, spread like wildfire in the Umbrella's facility. You weren't a stranger to the experiments performed, but the prospect of a new relatively natural form of life was definitely enough to make you head down to the laboratories floor. As far as everyone knew, some being was brought by an unknown scientist, who was working in a private room.

You, of course, weren't part of the new crew that were crowding the hallways trying to see. You knew Mia would be involved, especially after seeing her all week when her working days were usually just three.

You caught up with Mia the following day in the elevator, making sure that no one else entered it.

She looked at you with a questioning look. "Is everything okay?"

To which you responded with a mischievous smile.

Mira quickly understood and shook her head. "The answer is no."

You sighed and pouted. "Come on Mia, just a little info."

She rolled her eyes. "All of the information is confidential."

You scoffed. "Like that stopped you before. Please, one info and I'll never ask again."

She gave you a sly smile. "Very well, we are working with a sentient mold to create a human body."

Your mouth hung open in disbelief as Mia left the elevator laughing. "Wait, what?! Miaaa!"

However, as promised, you never asked anything else. You heard rumors of the experiments not working, you were there for Mia when she vented about how cruel the new scientist was.

One month later

Mia was frustrated, which meant that you were also frustrated. Apparently the project hasn't been going well, and the head scientist, who you found out is called Miranda, has become even more demanding.

A lot of things were made at Umbrella, most if not all laboratories were violating some human rights. However, they suddenly decided to draw a line at child endangerment. In result, Mia and the others became number one enemies for the employees.

Thankfully, for your sake because you were getting annoyed at Mia complaining about everyone all the time, Miranda decided to appear at work, and well, all the rumors stopped. With one look the head scientist could threaten your entire lineage, no wonder things went back to normal.

As the days passed by you started to see Miranda more and more, and with that your interest grew. Mia, on the other hand, hated your sudden interest and would constantly call out how bad the woman truly was but you didn't mind.

You first spoke to the scientist during a late night of work, almost everyone had left and you headed down to the labs to check if Mia was still there. Once at the laboratories level, you went straight to the "forbidden" era, knocking four times. Since no one answered, the proper thing to do would be to leave…but the door was open…one peek wouldn't kill.

And that's how you found yourself against a wall with a scalpel on your neck and a woman smirking at you.

"Well well, and what do we have here?" She asked with an arched brow.

You chuckled, nervously. "Such a warm welcome, I'm assuming you're Miranda."

"What do you want?" She asked, removing the scalpel and going back to her desk.

"I was looking for Mia, have you seen her?" You responded, following her.

"She left, hours ago."

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. "Of course she did."

Miranda paid you no mind, continuing her work.

"So…what are you doing here?" You asked, sitting on the free space on her desk.

She looked up, slightly annoyed. "Planning your murder."

You chuckled. "Don't threaten me with a good time."

She rolled her eyes. "Make yourself useful and grab me the files from the desks."

You nodded. "Which one?"

"All of them."

You silently took all the files and organized them on her desk.

You pulled a chair and sat beside her, almost falling asleep to the sound of writing.

"She is married." Miranda stated, not looking away from her paper.

You furrowed your brow. "Who?"

"Mia."

You shrugged. "I know."

She hummed in agreement and continued to work, and eventually you fell asleep.

You woke up in your car at a stop sign, with Miranda driving.

You looked at her in confusion. "Did you steal my car?"

She rolled her eyes. "You're in it, so it's more of a kidnap.

You nodded. "Do you know my address?"

"I do."

You chuckled and turned on some calm music for the rest of the ride.

During the next day, you obviously told Mia about it. She went on and on about how dangerous it was for the scientist to know your address, to which you responded with a bored nod.

She looked at you angrily. "She knew your address!"

You sighed. "And? Umbrella knows my entire life, besides she just took me home."

Mia shook her head in resignation. "Look, what I'm trying to say is be careful, she's been trying to get children into the experiments and even the executives are reluctant." She sighed. "Just...promise me to stay away."

You nodded and changed the subject. The evening was uneventful, you saw Miranda sometimes but she ignored you.

Once the night fell you waited until it was late enough for Mia to have left and headed towards Miranda's lab.

You knocked the door four times before entering.

The scientist looked up at you. "Tell me this isn't going to be a regular thing."

You giggled. "Maybe. Need anything?"

She furrowed her brow in thought. "You work in administration, right?"

"To simplify it, yes." You responded, sitting on her desk.

"I'm having a certain issue with getting…approval from the executives. Can you solve it?" She asked, mumbling at the end.

You smiled and partially laid on her desk, mindful of the documents beneath. "Sure. I'm at your service."

She pointed towards a chair, so you pulled it and sat beside her. Therefore, for the next three nights, while she did her research, you improved the request papers.

You discovered that your request was accepted through Mia, who was conflicted between happiness and apprehension.

On that same night, you went to see Miranda with a small celebration cake. She stared at you at the door, chuckling and standing up to walk with you to a small lunch area near the lab.

"I suppose Mia told you of my success." She said while sitting beside you at a corner table.

"She did, I'm happy for you." You responded, cutting the cake.

The scientist arched a brow. "Why? You're not gaining anything from this."

You shrugged. "I don't know, you seem committed to this."

She ate a piece before speaking again. "She doesn't like me, but you already know that."

You nodded. "Yeah, she made me promise to stay away from you."

For the first time since you started talking, Miranda truly laughed, not sarcastically or anything. You followed along and started laughing not even a minute later.

It became a secret routine, you would always meet her at night. At first most of the time was occupied by work, however as the days passed you were both just casually hanging out. You never missed a day, even when Mia would tell who Eveline was.

The moment that Miranda ended her project was heartbreaking, there was no more late night talkings followed by the scientist pretending to be annoyed in taking you home. But after a month, you got used to it again, and the pain became only an uncomfortable memory.

Therefore, it was a surprise to see Miranda in your living room.

You placed the keys on the table before walking towards her. "Breaking and entering, that's new."

She momentarily smiles before shoving you to the ground and holding a knife against your neck.

You smiled. "This brings back memories."

Miranda rolled her eyes. "Who are you?"

She huffed. "Shut up! Just…let me think."

You gave her an awkward smile. "Is this a pick up line? The delivery is not great."

The woman shook her head. "Don't play with me."

"I'm not!"

She gave you an angry look. "Yes you are, you're lying!"

You rolled your eyes. "Yes because it's smart to lie to a woman pointing a knife at you in your own house."

"Sure, I'm definitely comfortable." You talked back, sarcastically.

Miranda placed the knife beside you and continued to sit on you, holding her head with her hands.

You lifted the best you could and sighed. "Talk to me…please."

She nodded. "Why don't you hate me?"

You tilted your head in confusion. "Why would I hate you?"

She grunted in frustration. "You knew what I was doing but even so you helped me get approval while everyone else was secretly celebrating my failure." She looked up at the ceiling, swallowing hard. "I just…My reputation has never been worse."

You took a deep breath before circling her waist with your arms. "I like you. Yes you may be slightly psychotic but that's just your charm."

The scientist laughed and looked down at you. "I can't promise you anything. This probably won't work and I'm aware of how feelings can be…delicate." Miranda held your shoulders tight before speaking again. "But I also like you. Isn't that the worst thing you've ever heard?"

You looked up, grinning. "How about we start with a drink?"

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zhuzhudushu · 1 year

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2023 Learning Update - HSK Level

Here is another follow-up using hsklevel.com !

For reference, I take it twice, once giving myself "yes" if I knew it without looking at the answer or if i guessed the definition accurately based on characters I knew, and "so-so" for if I knew the word after seeing the pinyin, or if I would've inferred the definition accurately in a sentence. The second time I took it I only used yes/no (no so-so) with "yes" only if I knew the pinyin and definition.

Here are my comparisons !!

From 9/19/21:

Knowing Partial: 3680 words, HSK 4, TOCFL B.1

Knowing Fully: 1090 words, HSK 3, TOCFL Novice 2

From 3/7/22:

Knowing Partial: 5500 words, 1560 characters, HSK 5, TOCFL B.1

Knowing Fully: 3800 words, 1280 characters, HSK 4, TOCFL B.1

Today 4/21/23:

Knowing Partial: 8000 words, HSK5, TOCFL B.1

Knowing Fully: 6750 words, HSK4, TOCFL B.1

And below you can see screenshots <3 I'm very proud, especially since I feel like I've stalled out a lot the past 6 months or so. Even passively studying I keep moving forward!!

Though tbh I do feel like this is probably a bit higher than I actually am. I know I'm much further along than I was a year ago, but doubled seems 😅 a bit generous

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dresshistorynerd · 2 years

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Hiya!

Love your blog! So much cool info here. I don't know if this is the kind of thing you are interested in or know much about but I'm making a cosplay of Mary from the BBC Ghosts. She supposedly died in the early 17th century but I can't find anything on the blue bodice/waistcoat she is wearing. I think it is closer to 19th century stays? Anyway, I get it's not 100% historically accurate costume, just wondering. Thanks!

Hi, Anon! And thank you so much!

I haven't watched the show, but I checked out the outfit and here it is for those who also didn't know it before:

A quick look at the Ghosts wikipage of her tells she was an English peasant.

I ended up falling into a bit of research rabbit hole (which is why it took me this long to answer). The evolution of working class garments from Elizabethan era to 1700s ended up being very interesting and surprisingly complicated. It doesn't make it easier that there's very little info on the subject, especially regarding English working class. It's much easier to find info on Dutch and Flemish working class clothing, as the Dutch golden age/baroque art was very interested in depicting working class people, the style also provides abundance of detail. English artists were much less interested in painting common people.

To make the rest make any sense I think it would be useful to outline the evolution of garments used in 16th to 18th century. In 1500s kirtle (here's a post where I talk about what kirtle is and it's evolutiona mong other things) was becoming more and more structured, eventually it's bodice becoming fully boned. Lower classes wouldn't bone their kirtles but reinforce them with several layers of canvas or buckram. In the first half of the century a short wool coat was sometimes used under the outerwear far warmed called petticoat. It was the Little Ice Age after all. Two boned or highly stiffened kirtles started to be used on top of each other, the first layer being made from cheaper materials and acting as the actual supporting layer, and the one on top of it from more expensive materials, stiffening (not necessarily boning) making sure the fabric is structured and without wrinkles. In the latter half of the century petticoat started to refer to the undergarment kirtle. Petticoats usually were a full dress like kirtle, though there's references of "petticoats without the upper bodies" so petticoats with only the skirt were also used as undergarments.

It gained the connotation of a simple and not very fancy garment, which is why the lower class kirtles started to be called petticoats by late 1500s. Lower classes might also wear two layers of petticoats, often in contrasting colors, probably in cold weather and then one layer in hot weather. The bodice and skirt also could be contrasting colors. The outer petticoat had almost always lacing in the front, but the petticoat under it might have lacing in the back or side so it's fabric could be seen under the lacing over it. At least Dutch and Flemish women would usually have a stomacher of contrasting color under the front lacing if they didn't have a petticoat under. Very wide lacing which showed off the fabric beneath was typical (but not necessary) for those and the German speaking areas. Petticoats would often have attachable or sewn-in sleeves like kirtles since Middle Ages, so that they could be worn as undergarment without sleeves and outer garment with sleeves if necessary.

An example from 1570s England. Two of the three peasant women in the front are wearing petticoats with bodices made from different fabrics.

An example by Flemish painter from around 1560s/70s. The left-most woman is clearly wearing a soft stomacher under her petticoat and the woman in the very middle has attached sleeves as shown by the bulging shift in her arm pits.

Over the petticoats though working class women would often wear a looser sleeved over-garment which wasn't laced. Around Netherlands area it was a short jacket with widening hem at waist often called waistcoat, like on the right-most woman in above painting, though I'm not sure if that is actually contemporary term for it. In late 1500s England the over-garment seemed to be more commonly a full length gown open in the front with short or full sleeves, similarly as the fashionable outer garment of the upper classes but much simpler, but by early 1600s the waistcoat is most commonly depicted in England too. There were couple of important accessories. Partlet was in 1600s most often white linen, while in the earlier century woolen black partlets were also common (the woman in the middle of the Flemish painting above is wearing both). In 1500s and early half of 1600s the partlet had high collar with ruffle like shown in the above paintings and it was usually worn over the petticoat (though sometimes under) and under the waistcoat or similar over-garment. Apron was also very important for working women, and while most often it was white linen, wool and different colors like show in both paintings above were also common. Kercief, a (most often) white linen scarf pinned on shoulders, was also common, especially in England, as shown in the first painting and the one below.

An English peasant from 1582 illustration wearing an open-fronted over-gown with short sleeves.

English peasants dancing from 1620s, while the women are wearing waistcoats.

In the fashion of the upper classes the bodice of the petticoat and the skirt of the petticoat started to appear as separate garments in late 1500s. A separate bodice was referred to as pair of bodies, or bodies, similarly to the bodice of the petticoat was referred to as upper bodies like I mentioned before. The word bodice actually derives from it. For clarity I will call the separate boned bodice as bodies. Like petticoat it was very much an undergarment, though could be used as a leisure wear in private. Like other supportive clothing that could be used as both under and over garments it also often had detachable sleeves. The full petticoat would fall out of use by the upper class by mid 1600s, but bodies wouldn't become universal as the structural layer yet, as the outer gown's bodice would often still be boned and used as the supportive layer. Working class women would use full petticoats till late 1600s, but separate bodies would become more widespread from early to mid century onward. Boning also would get adopted into working class clothing around mid century, though stiffening with fabrics or barely at all would continue to be common the whole century and still continue till early 1700s.

An example of bodies without boning on a peasant woman from the second half of 17th century Netherlands.

Working class woman with boned bodies from 1665-70, also Netherlands.

In 1680s there was a huge shift in the upper class fashion as mantua, completely unstructured garment, became extremely common and stays were developed from bodies to be it's supportive layer. Before that the boning was called stays, which alludes to the increasing distinction between outer and under clothing, as stays would be more of just separate boning rather than garment that could be used on it's own (though it could still be worn on it's own in some cases). In working class fashion the full petticoat fully disappeared by 18th century and the basic set of clothes was petticoat, supportive bodice without boning or stays (which would become almost universal during the century) and bed gown or jacket. Bed gown was short and very jacket-like, but a looser and t-shaped without the shoulder seem. Both were increasingly used regardless of weather.

Stays as outer garment from around 1780s-90s.

I think that Mary's blue waistcoat/bodice most resembles 18th century examples. Specifically, the supportive laced bodices without boning, like in the examples below. Unfortunately I haven't found any info about them. The cut is simpler than stays and actually reminds me most about jackets/waistcoats without sleeves. I've read there was laced under-jackets used in 18th century, so I'm wondering if these bodices relates to that. Maybe likelier origin is that they evolved from the previous century working class bodies that didn't have boning. Mary's bodice however is cut very differently. The neckline is high unlike these 1700s bodices, which purpose was to lift the chest.

Firstly a Dutch painting from first half of 18th century and then Italian painting from 1721.

Because supportive garments became very much undergarments or at least the second lowest layer right after shift, even if nothing was worn on top of it, it really doesn't fit Mary's bodice. Though I maybe found an exception where stays are possibly worn on top of a sleeved waistcoat or maybe bed gown, but it's hard to say and I haven't seen any other examples of that.

A 1713 Dutch illustration of Brabant, Belgium, dress. The bodice part looks like it could be a bed gown or similar loose jacket-like garment with boned stays on top of it. With little detail and no color it's hard to say though. It could be also a boned jacket or jacket on top of stays.

There is actually a fairly well documented style around this era that does have long sleeved garment beneath and sleeves garment over it. In the latter half of the 17th century and more rarely in early 18th century paintings depict Dutch and Flemish working women wearing long sleeved garment and laced bodice or petticoat over it. I haven't really seen depictions outside of them, however it doesn't mean they don't exist, since as said in the beginning there's just overwhelmingly more lower class depictions in Dutch and Flemish art than in any other art. Still, there being examples of this style from 1700s, when it's very outdated and absent in working class and peasant depictions of art from other areas, where depicting working class is becoming more common, suggests to me that it's at least somewhat regional style.

A Dutch painting from circa 1665.

In the above painting the woman seems to wear a full petticoat (the bodice and skirt are same color) with lacing on the front and what seems like a waistcoat under it. It's hard to say if the bodice is boned. This is a nice example as the partlet (the collar had mostly lost popularity by this time) is under garments unlike in most other depictions where it's on top of the bodice. We can then see that the sleeved garment is pinned and has fairly high neckline making it look a lot like the waistcoats of the time. It could be that they are not all the same garment. I would have rather guessed they were full petticoats with sewn-in sleeves before seeing this painting, but some of them still could be, especially the ones that seem more fitted. I haven't found any information about it, except one webside where it was called bed gown, which I think they definitely are not as they come earlier, are sometimes very fitted and often the shoulder seem of the sleeve is shown. Bodies and petticoats with detachable sleeves and waistcoats as over-garments are still frequently found in Dutch and Flemish paintings of the time, which makes me question why would they put especially waistcoat under the supportive layer? My little pet theory is that they need it for the warmth, but they want to protect it with a less expensive petticoat and/or bodies while working.

A Dutch 1659-60 painting. Here I think the women in red could be wearing sleeved petticoats or separate bodices under their bodies.

For Mary's outfit the issue is the peplum-type hemline on her blue bodice. It's very much absent in this era from bodies both boned and not, weather because the bodies end in waistline, which there's some depictions of like the one several pictures above, or the hem is under the petticoat. But I did find this one garment from the same era also depicted in Dutch and Flemish art mostly on older women. It has the peplum hem, but it's not bodies. All the examples I've seen are pinned close, so not supportive and definitely not boned. They are also cut differently. The shoulders are quite wide and the neckline high. It almost feels like sleeveless waistcoat. I found even less info on this style, so I can only guess.

Dutch painting from circa 1650-55. The waistcoat/bodice has a hem here that extends over the gray petticoat unlike with other garments we've looked at.

Dutch painting circa 1670. In the enlarge image you can just make out the seem of the undergarment.

I think Mary's clothing best reflects this specific style from this period of time. Her partlet also lacks the ruffle as later 1600s partlets usually do. Her apron is also gathered like those in the latter half of 1600s. Earlier aprons are usually not gathered as seen in the couple of first examples. The blue bodice I think is a mix between the sleeveless waistcoat-type garment seen in two above paintings and the separate or petticoat bodices which are not boned. It's laced and has narrow shoulders like the bodices, but it has high neckline and the hem over the petticoat like the sleeveless "waistcoats". The ruffles on her sleeves don't make sense in this time period. They could make more sense in 1700s. Over all it's actually pretty close in time and geographically to the time and place she's supposed to come from, even if it's not the way she'd actually dress if she was from early 1600s England.

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Similarities between the real Elizabeth Báthory and Ferid Báthory and the similarities between Krul Tepes and Vlad Țepeș.

Before we start, we need to firstly read about Vlad Țepeș and Erszebet Bathory.

There is a lot to debunk about Vlad Tepes' story, so I will simply put the necessary stuff about his story.

Elizabeth Bathory:

To put it in simple words, she was a noble hungarian woman who tortured over 500 young girls.

«Báthory and four of her servants were accused of torturing and killing hundreds of girls and women from 1590 to 1610. Her servants were put on trial and convicted whereas Báthory was imprisoned within the Castle of Csejte (Čachtice), where she died under mysterious circumstances.»

The 'mysterious' circumstances weren't actually mysterious though. Elizabeth herself was not put on trial, because of her family’s standing, but she was shut up in Csetje Castle, held in solitary confinement in a room whose windows were walled up. She was 54 when she died there in 1614.

Born in 1560, she was endowed with looks, wealth, an excellent education and a stellar social position as one of the Bathory family, who ruled Transylvania as a virtually independent principality within the kingdom of Hungary.

When she was 11 or 12 Elizabeth was betrothed to Ferenc Nádasdy of another aristocratic Hungarian family, but a year or two later she had a baby by a lower-order lover. (This was just a rumor though, it was very possibly not true) Nádasdy was reported to have had him castrated and then torn to pieces by dogs. The child, a daughter, was quietly hidden from view, being sent somewhere in Wallachia (Romania) and Elizabeth and Nádasdy were married in 1575 when she was 14. Ferenc was an ambitious soldier and was often away. Elizabeth ran the estates, took various lovers and bore her husband four children. She was 43 when he died in 1604.

Word was beginning to spread about her sadistic activities. It was said that she enjoyed torturing and killing young girls. At first they were servants at her castles, daughters of the local peasants, but later they included girls sent to her by local gentry families to learn good manners. She believed that drinking the blood of young girls would preserve her youthfulness and her looks. Witnesses told of her stabbing victims or biting their breasts, hands, faces and arms, cutting them with scissors, sticking needles into their lips or burning them with red-hot irons, coins or keys. Some were beaten to death and some were starved. The story that Elizabeth used to bathe in their blood seems to have been added later on.

A Lutheran minister went to the Hungarian authorities, who eventually began an investigation in 1610. In December of that year Elizabeth was arrested and so were four of her favourite servants and intimates, who were accused of being her accomplices. They were tried and found guilty. Three of them were executed and the fourth was sentenced to life imprisonment.

Throughout these centuries, her story fascinated a lot of people which also made a lot of people create myths about her. Recent sources claim that the accusations were a spectacle to destroy her family's influence in the region —which was considered a threat to the political interests of her neighbours, including the Habsburg empire — which could surely be true. Back then, a woman without a husband, especially a noble one, was considered very suspicious and off-putting by others. Because she was also wealthy and powerful, many people have probably thought that she was weak and vulnerable without a husband, so they wanted to steal her power.

As a child, Báthory had multiple seizures that may have been caused by epilepsy. At the time, symptoms relating to epilepsy were diagnosed as falling sickness and treatments included rubbing blood of a non-sufferer on the lips of an epileptic or giving the epileptic a mix of a non-sufferer's blood and piece of skull as their episode ended. (This may have also been just a rumor)

Báthory is said to have begun killing daughters of the lesser gentry, who were sent to her by their parents to learn courtly etiquette. The use of needles was also mentioned by the collaborators in court.

‼️ spoiler alerts for the light novel

First, I specifically wanted to talk about these last words about the use of needles. In the light novel, Ferid allegedly killed one of the prostitutes with a needle. Back then, Crowley witnessed him near all those dead prostitutes and clueless Crowley, who didn't know that Ferid was actually the killer, believed Ferid for a long time when he 'found' a needle in one of the prostitute's neck, which was their starting lead to solve the 'mystery'. Crowley also tried to kill Ferid with the same needle.

Ferid is also known for his preference in drinking the blood of young beautiful boys and girls, then those young people that he drinks from, seem to vanish without a trace after a while. (he kills them, but torture has never been mentioned)

There have always been many rumors about Elizabeth Bathory, which were only meant to be harmful to her image, portraying her as a cruel and merciless woman. Same as Ferid, even the fandom creates many odd lies about him, (but let's not discuss this now) and many people in ons view him exactly like this, also due to simply 'silly' rumors.

There were also rumors saying about Elizabeth that from a very young age she was prone to seeing horrible and bloody things because of her family. This can actually be true, which probably influenced Elizabeth a lot considering her later sociopathic tendencies and considering that Hungarians were very creative with torture methods back then.

Same as Ferid, Elizabeth was considered an abnormal child due to her epilepsy.

Vlad Țepeș:

WAIT BEFORE I START THIS I JUST DISCOVERED THAT HE WAS FIRST MARRIED TO SOMEONE FROM THE BATHORY LINE FROM TRANSYLVANIA WHATTT

Vlad was the second son of Vlad II Dracul. When he was 11 years old, Vlad was sent to the court of the Ottoman sultan Murad II as a hostage. His father and elder brother were assassinated when he was 16, and Vlad spent the rest of his life fighting to claim his father's title.

«That being said, Vlad loved his elder brother Mircea. He admired him. Vlad and Mircea grew up together, share the same biological parents, and are close in age. Vlad and Mircea also had the same tutor; an old boyar in his 70s. So they received the same education and were educated together.

That is the most difficult part in all this.

Vlad had such a close relationship with his elder brother. When he was “sentenced” to go to The Ottoman Empire, that relationship was ruined and gone. They never spoke or saw each other ever again.»

«Sultan Murad specifically asked for Mircea to be sent to the Ottomans—not Vlad. The Old Dracul loved Mircea the most, however, which is why he had to send both Vlad and Radu. (Two heirs equal a first born)

It is clear that Vlad’s father saw his children as nothing more than pawns in his political game. The even sadder bit is, it’s true. They were just pawns, that's the whole reason they were born.

Those are two big components of Dracula’s childhood. Vlad never saw his beloved elder brother again after he left for the Ottoman Empire, but he also had a difficult and confusing relationship with a father who really did not care for him in the slightest.»

All of these events "coincidentally", like everything else, fed into Vlad’s core frustration and sense of lack of control. Which he would later overcompensate for by killing/impaling.

The Ottoman Empire

I’ll be short and sweet here.

Vlad Dracula had to leave a homeland behind, his own language, his family home, his elder brother (who he adored and who was probably his only real friend) to go to a country that was completely foreign to him in both language and religion.

A place that he had been taught to hate from birth. A place that took “butchery and murder” to new heights, where piles of tongues and male genitalia were piled up at the sultans palace after a successful military operation.

Let’s not forget, it was a place where the sexual assault and molestation of young boys was socially acceptable and condoned behavior.

The Ottoman Empire was not kind to Vlad Dracula. He had frequent episodes of fits. There were multiple occasions when he was locked up in a jail cell by The Turks because of his behavior. A kid. Locked up. In a jail cell. For throwing a fit.

How do you think he would have felt in those moments? Was he a “troublemaker” or was he just scared, alone, confused, and unloved? Was he just experiencing emotions he did not understand, taking them out on those around him instead?

What was Vlad the Impaler's childhood like? Could something have made him so inclined to impale people?

The childhood of Vlad Dracula was complex, horrific, and sad. So much, in fact, that I've decided to split this answer into sections. Let's begin with

The Easy

The little boy who would later become known as “Dracula” was born in the winter of 1431 (between mid-November and late December) in a house that still stands today. Located in a medieval city called Sighișoara, in Romania. In Vlad’s time, however, it would have been referred to using its German name: Schassburg.

The culture of Schassburg was predominately German-Saxon with little influence from Romanians or the Romanian language. Keeping in mind, German-Saxons had their own municipal structure, their own laws, and their own military. Being born in such a place was much like being born in a foreign country. He was not born in Romania—he was born in de facto Germany.

This influenced the societal rules and norms he would have learned, which weren’t anything like the Romanians. German Saxons has a great sense of duty to one another. They formed “neighborhoods” before they were a thing. They also had an extremely low rate of corruption and crime. Plus, the city was fortified with watch towers and thick walls all around.

Compared to Wallachia, Schassburg was a veritable paradise. It was moderately wealthy and super safe.

Vlad was born into a two-parent household. His father, Vlad Dracul, and his elder brother, Mircea, accompanied his mother; making them a family of four (minus the servants and courtiers).

The “Old Dracul” as I have dubbed their father had a stable job at the time. He provided his family with a nice house and made good money (literally, he minted his own coin). He was also in good favor with both “The Old Governor” Janos Hunyadi and The Holy Roman Emperor.

This was by far the best time of Dracula’s life and the most stable.

The Mother

Let’s start with the bad news; we don’t know who Vlad's mother was. Even worse, she died/disappeared mysteriously from his life when he was about 7 years old.

Which was a big deal.

Traditionally, Romanian boys were raised exclusively by their mothers for the first decade of their lives. They would live, eat, bathe, all in the same area of the house where the women were until a certain age. According to Dacian custom, Vlad lost his mother—whom he presumably loved—much too early on in life.

When his mother died, the “old Dracul” moved them from Transylvania all the way to Târgoviște in Wallachia (as he had become Prince).

Târgoviște was a very different kind of place. Not fortified, the city was run down (unless you were a wealthy boyar who could afford to build a Byzantine style compound). Corruption with rampant crime and scheming boyars all around also made it a pretty mid place to live.

Not to mention, not very many Germans or people forming a cohesive “community”. More like, highly cynical people scheming against one another. This change of scenery would have been traumatic for Dracula.

On top of that, since Dracula didn’t have a mother anymore, he was prematurely thrust into the “world of men” and warfare. Being expected to fend for himself, basically.

Dracula spent the major part of his adolescence in Wallachia, in conditions very different from those of his childhood. His father’s ascent to the throne coincided with Vlad’s transition from childhood (puer), to the next stage of life (adulescens), where a young man leaves the society of women and enters that of men. For Vlad, this change came about at the moment his mother disappeared, which might have inflicted psychological trauma.—Matei Cazacu, Dracula, 2017.

Throughout his career, Dracula often punished women, especially women who found themselves mothers during the time of his reign. Even the author of my source, Matei Cazacu, agrees that Dracula seemed to have a morbid fascination that could be better understood as a vendetta toward young mothers and young women.

Out of all the “innocent” people Dracula killed (aka for non-political reasons) they were almost always young families, and mothers with small children/babies.

Dracula so resented the death/dissapearance of his mother, that it motivated him to kill women/mothers by impaling them.

The Difficult

After the death of his mother, Vlad, indisputably, was more alone in the world than ever.

His elder brother Mircea was already entering a more mature phase of his life. Meaning his brother was out doing “man” things which in that time included learning how to ride a horse, learning about warfare, physical training, etc. In Medieval Dacia, you were considered a man at 16, so Mircea was close.

Not to mention, the Old Dracul had remarried, and now Vlad had two new siblings at home. A boy, Radu (who would become Radu cel Frumos) and Alexandra.

Now, considering Radu was about 9–10 years younger than Vlad, we can safely say they were not very close. There wasn’t much of an emotional connection there. They hardly knew each other.

Radu would have been kept in a separate part of the estate with his mother and her courtiers—far away from Vlad. While the two elder boys would have been kept in another portion of the home. “Under the care” of their father, which is tragic, considering he was away almost all the time.

That being said, Vlad loved his elder brother Mircea. He admired him. Vlad and Mircea grew up together, share the same biological parents, and are close in age. Vlad and Mircea also had the same tutor; an old boyar in his 70s. So they received the same education and were educated together.

That is the most difficult part in all this.

On top of this, Vlad felt slighted by his own father.

Sultan Murad specifically asked for Mircea to be sent to the Ottomans—not Vlad. The Old Dracul loved Mircea the most, however, which is why he had to send both Vlad and Radu. (Two heirs equal a first born)

It is clear that Vlad’s father saw his children as nothing more than pawns in his political game. The even sadder bit is, it’s true. They were just pawns, that's the whole reason they were born.

This coincidentally, like everything else, fed into Vlad’s core frustration and sense of lack of control. Which he would later overcompensate for by killing/impaling.

The Ottoman Empire

I’ll be short and sweet here.

Let’s not forget, it was a place where the sexual assault and molestation of young boys was socially acceptable and condoned behavior.

Nothing else to say; this period speaks for itself. Not to mention—there is a genuine possibility that he was molested/sodomized, as well, which might explain why impalement was his preferred “method”

The Brother

We should not understate how much Vlad liked his elder brother and how devastated he was when his brother was assasinated (by being buried alive and blinded with hot pokers).

When Vlad returned to Wallachia, he asked the locals where his brother had been buried. Once he found the place, he borrowed a shovel and began digging and scraping the dirt until he found his brothers corpse — barely decayed considering it was winter and Vlad got to it within a month.

The story goes that the corpse was face down. That combined with the scratch marks on the inside of the coffin left no question as to how he died. Vlad burst into anger and tears. HIs brother had died a horrible death and he had been powerless to stop it.

Again, a lack of control in stopping somebody he loved from dying.

After reading all of these, normally everyone would realize how similar Vlad Țepeș is to Krul, if you know her backstory too. But, let's compare their stories by telling both of them.

«Krul was born into a family of nobility, where she spent her childhood years in joy and pure bliss alongside her mother and brother, Ashera. She believed that one must be thankful for all that they have in the world such as food. One day Krul runs to Ashera to request he join her and their mother for lunch, as she did not want to eat alone. Where Ashera instead was fascinated by the sun, she listened to him discuss it. Stating that their mother told her looking at the sun would burn their eyes, after a little more bickering, Krul heads back home with him for lunch.

Returning home, Krul finds their house on fire and raided by the angry townspeople. Warned by her mother to run, Krul witnesses her speared in the stomach before she can finish her sentence. After the rebels scream that they will kill the children of the nobility, Krul and Ashera are captured then separated, where their fate is to be sold into slavery.

During the Dark Ages in Greece, Krul is wondered about by Ashera on whether she is dead by now as he lies in a prison. She is then envisioned by him when Ashera sees a girl resembling her as he follows Sika Madu. Krul along with her mother is then remembered walking through a field with Ashera, and that for the large part she was happy. She is a part of Ashera's thoughts as he is taken into the sky, thinking that he and Krul really did die that day so long ago.

It transpires that like her brother, Krul was sold into slavery. News of who Krul was sold to was known to a slave trader, and her location was passed to Ashera. A lady of an estate was buying children for their blood, and Krul was brought to her residence that was guarded by armed men.Other girls were bound, and so was Krul to the ceiling. Having had thin swords of various lengths stabbed through her, Krul is barely able to make a sound.[...]

Many years later, Krul would futility beg Sika Madu to not take Ashera away.

“ No!! Please!! Don't take my brother away from me!! ”

–Pleading with the First progenitor in a flashback of 1,000 years prior. "Progenitor's Memory"»

We can clearly see the deep relationship that Krul had with her older brother and how much they adored each other. Both Vlad and Krul were 'blessed' by fate to be born into a noble family, only to end up in the end with no family and as a slave in a foreign place from such a young age. They both lost their brothers and lacked control in their childhood. This lack of control in Krul's childhood made her more aggressive even as a vampire, when supposedly vampires can't even feel anything else other than blood lust. Krul is seen even enjoying having Mika under her control, since he could only drink her blood. Whenever she feels like someone is trying to take control of her, she immediately reacts and gets angry. For example, when Ferid brings Mika with him to attend a high progenitors meeting and threaten Krul as a 'joke' that he will tell the other progenitors about her involvement in the Seraph of the end project. She reacts negatively, immediately showing her anger. Just as Vlad Țepeș, in every situation, as a grown up, when he felt like he was lied to and someone tried to take control over him, he immediately resumed to violence and death.

«Multiple sources (including Laonikos Chalkokondyles's chronicle) recorded that hundreds or thousands of people were executed at Vlad's order at the beginning of his reign. He began a purge against the boyars who had participated in the murder of his father and elder brother or whom he suspected of plotting against him.»

There are a lot of more things which could explain more about Vlad's story, but his story is very long unlike the story of Elizabeth Báthory. Her story isn't known so well, not including many details of her life and her story actually contains more myths than actual facts. Vlad Țepeș is truly an interesting historical figure, his story is way longer than the one that I wrote here. If you want to read more about him, I really recommend it, especially because Bram Stoker's book "Dracula" was inspired by him. Though, I want to mention that Krul is not romanian like Vlad, even though many people spread misinformation about her based on her name. She's greek, there's no doubt about that. Țepeș was also just a nickname that Vlad has earned throughout his life, because he impaled those people. In romanian, 'țeapă' means 'impale.' Vlad Țepeș is simply the translated version of his nickname 'Vlad The Impaler' in romanian. His real name was Vlad Drăculea/Dracula. I also find it odd that Krul's name is Țepeș which is a romanian 'surname' with the meaning of impale, even though she's greek.

I know that this part of Vlad Țepeș was very long, but I wanted to specifically write the similarities between Vlad and Krul because many people overlook this. Unlike Krul, some people recognize the similarities between Ferid and Elizabeth. I guess that people just don't know Vlad's story, or at least not the complete story. It's truly interesting to see Kagami's inspirations for Owari no Seraph.

#owari no seraph #seraph of the end #ferid bathory #krul tepes #ons #sote

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Rooftop Talks

Rooftop Talks by R3DP0NDA

Izuku has been going through a hard time his whole life. Bottling up feelings is never good, especially when you've done so since you were 6 years old. Sometime though, you just need to rant a little and remember you have at least one person in your corner. Even if the people who made you realize this were your enemy's.

Words: 1560, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Characters: Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Midoriya Izuku, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Midoriya Inko, Yagi Toshinori | All Might

Relationships: Izuku & Mental health Issues

Additional Tags: Mental Health Issues, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Suicide Attempt, Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, References to Drugs, Underage Smoking, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Midoriya Izuku Needs Therapy, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Break, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, Arguing, Swearing, Depressed Midoriya Izuku, Yagi Toshinori | All Might Bashing, only a small amount, Suicidal Midoriya Izuku, Suicidal Thoughts

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47939254

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Izuku #♠#Izuku Midoriya #Dabi #Touya Todoroki #Tomura Shigaraki #Aizawa Shouta #R:M #W:S #A:R3DP0NDA #Mental Illness

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scotianostra · 2 years

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On June 9th 1573, William Maitland, Scottish statesman, died.

At an early age he entered public life and began in various ways to serve the regent, Marie,of Guise, becoming her secretary of state in 1558. In 1559, however, he deserted her and threw in his lot with the lords of the congregation, to whom his knowledge of foreign, and especially of English, politics and his general ability were assets of the highest value. The lords sent him to England to ask for assistance from Elizabeth, and his constant aim throughout his political career was to bring about a union between the two crowns.

He was appointed Secretary of State by Queen Mary in 1560, and, together with her half brother, James Stuart, Earl of Moray was her principal advisor until 1565 when she fell under the influence of the Italian diplomat Rizzio, and married the Lord Darnley.

In February 1567 Darnley was killed in a plot organised by the Earl of Bothwell. Maitland, Bothwell’s principal political opponent, was blamed by Mary for involvement. Maitland’s lands were confiscated and he was dismissed from the court, but reinstated a few months later

After Mary married the Bothwell in May 1567, Maitland again left her Court and joined the Confederate Lords opposed to their rule. He had a brief interview with Mary in Edinburgh when Mary surrendered herself after the £Battle” of Carberry and before her incarceration in Lochleven.

When Mary escaped from Lochleven and was defeated by the Confederate Lords at Largs Maitland was present, he also attended the Conference of York at the request of the Regent, the Earl of Moray, and also briefed Mary on the Casket Letters. Around this time he began to act again for Mary’s interests.

In 1569 he was arrested on Regent Moray’s orders as an accessory to Darnley’s murder, but after Moray’s assassination was acquitted on murder charges because no one was willing to accuse him. From then on he was an active opponent of the Regency.

Two years later he joined up with Sir William Kirkaldy of Grange in Edinburgh Castle which they jointly held for the Queen’s interest. Finally in May 1573 siege guns were used on the Castle, which ran out of supplies, including water, which was poisoned, and on 28th May 1573 Maitland and Grange surrendered to Sir William Drury in May 1573 on a general promise of favourable terms; but in this, the English commander had undertaken more than he could make good. Both were imprisoned. Maitland died a few days later in his bed, and Grange was executed later that year. If he had survived, Maitland would have suffered the same fate.

There are suggestions that Maitland killed himself, but poison was a common explanation in those days for a sudden death. Maitland had been ill at the beginning of the siege two years before, was now 45, which was not particularly old, but his health had been bad for three years since 1570, and the strain of the siege cannot have helped. Historians differ on the cause of death, some say he took his own life, "in the Roman fashion" by taking his own life, through poison on this day in 1573, others that he was poisoned. His body apparently lay unmoved for a considerable time, and was partally consumed by rats, perhaps a fitting end for a man who seemed to be a bit of a rat in his dealings throughout his life, but he wasn’t the only one who chopped and changed sides.

His body was left unburied – we do not know why. Mary Fleming, his wife, asked Cecil, now Lord Burghley to secure decent burial, and Elizabeth wrote to the Regent to this effect. where he was buried we do not know, but the floor of the Lauderdale Aisle of St Mary's Church in Haddington is the probable location.

#Scotland #scottish #statesman #mary queen of scots #mary of guise #intrigue #history

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dwellordream · 2 years

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“...We must again turn to politics fully to understand the people’s response to Reformation. The great difference between Ireland and the other British realms was that Ireland’s English rulers did not treat its people as they treated the Welsh or Highlands Gaels. Wales had been incorporated into a United Kingdom with England in the 1530s, with parliamentary representation and mostly native administration of church and shires. The Scots Highlands, of course, were never subject to English administration: the union of crowns, when James VI succeeded Elizabeth in 1603, did not subjugate the independent realm of Scotland. But Ireland had been a “lordship” of the English crown since the Anglo-Norman conquest of the twelfth century.

In 1541, in the wake of a major Irish rebellion, it became in effect a colony when Henry VIII claimed the title of king, not just overlord, of Ireland. The Irish population in the sixteenth century was divided into three very unequal parts: the most numerous and least powerful Gaelic Irish; the “Old English,” or semi-Gaelicized descendants of the Anglo-Norman conquest living in or near the Pale around Dublin; and the “New English,” or post-Reformation arrivals often given land confiscated from Irish rebels. The New English also got the most powerful and lucrative administrative positions. The Gaelic Irish and Old English, unlike the Scots, certainly never invited English alliance. Henry, Edward, and especially Elizabeth were their oppressors.

Real parliamentary power lay in Westminster; the Irish parliament could only do as it was told. English planters had fiscal and tax advantages over natives and occupied lands seized violently from Gaels. And to hold land at all after the Reformation, one had to swear the oath of supremacy, acknowledging the English monarch as supreme head of the church in his or her realms. The Irish people came to recognize Protestantism as part of the machinery of oppression. Despite the negative associations of Protestantism with English domination, there were a few early successes for Protestants in Ireland. The Elizabethan government sensibly permitted a Latin translation of the Book of Common Prayer in 1559, so that some people were lured in by the similarity of the service to the familiar Mass.

A particularly zealous Protestant preacher, Bishop John Bale, won a few converts in Ossory and Kilkenny. And the first Jesuit mission of 1542 reported “the few faithful [Catholics] are too poor to support us” and others had been “subdued by fear.” They gave up the mission after just a few weeks and fled to Scotland, where they were arrested. But at this early stage, the Irish seem rather more confused than persuaded by Protestantism. The situation changed dramatically when Elizabeth determined to impose the new faith by force, along with a systematic repression of Irish culture—language, music, dress, law, and religion. Catholics’ estates were forfeit to the Crown, and one whose property was valued under £20 could be imprisoned for a year.

Now the traditional and very popular faith long maintained by the preaching friars in close alliance with the aes dána, the Gaelic learned orders of Ireland, provided the banner of resistance to English domination at all social levels. Counter-Reformation missions strengthened the resolve of the Irish people to wield that banner in the face of real persecution. Irish students returned from Spanish and French seminaries to build on the popularity of the mendicant orders working from centers in the west of the island, beyond effective English rule. Chan-tries beyond the Pale had never been dissolved and now supported Catholic clergy. Observant Franciscans led successful missions, joined by Jesuits in 1542, 1560, and especially 1598.

Ordinary people flocked to hear them say masses and preach, whatever the danger. As one scribbled notebook entry indicates, the people had come to understand English Protestantism not as a path to spiritual freedom but as divine punishment for their sins. Periodically over the course of the century, Gaelic chieftains raised rebellions against English tyranny. These were always brutally repressed, the families of the defeated often systematically starved out in the aftermath when the Crown seized vast tracts of Irish land and turned it over to English and Scots “planters.”

The Ulster plantation of 1609 was the culmination, settling radically Calvinist Scots in the Gaelic heart of the north, where Hugh O’Neill’s rebellion had recruited so many and failed so miserably in the 1590s. For the Irish people, all things English—including Protestantism—were thus impossibly tainted. Reformed religion was part of a foreign attack on Irish identity. The aes dána, so effectively enrolled for Protestantism in Scotland, became the voice of Ireland’s vigorous, irretrievably Catholic identity. In their writings we find a startling image of the Reformation’s failure in Ireland: by 1600 the usual Gaelic word for “Protestant” became albanac´ or sasanac´—“Scot” or “Englishman.””

- Margo Todd, “A People’s Reformation?” in Reformation Christianity

#reformation christianity #irish #margo todd #history #renaissance #tudor #elizabethan #religion #christian

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greenteawaist · 2 months

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3/19/24; Tuesday

I haven't eaten anything yet today (about to figure out breakfast) but I'm on a 3 day streak of counting calories.

Saturday:

intake - 1544; exercise - 515; net: 1029

Sunday:

intake - roughly 1260 (grabbed a random similar item for breakfast instead of entering the recipe; didn't measure lunch but guessed)

Monday:

intake - 1560 (and said no to ice cream!)

Weighed in at 182.3, so down 3.8 lbs from when I started to try and turn up the heat a little at the end of February and at a new low weight for this year.

I'm fully aware that under 1300 calories isn't sustainable for me, but throwing in a couple here and there, especially if it's a net instead of intake, at the beginning of counting after a long stretch of not isn't going to hurt anything.

I feel pretty good! Going to try and do a run today (strava has me motivated!) and maybe also a little walk at lunch.

Bought a couple protein versions of things recently, so I don't lose too much muscle while restricting - if I don't get pregnant before racing season I want to be able to give it my best effort. which means muscle.

#g update #weightloss #exercise #intake #weight #weigh in #pregnancy mention

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apratments · 4 months

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