𝑳𝑶𝒀𝑨𝑳 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻.

𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝; 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚕, 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕, 𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜.

[neroengland]

𝑯𝑬𝑵𝑹𝒀 𝑽𝑰𝑰𝑰, sir loyal heart. written & detested by jo. 

new blog exploring the life, legacy, and often convoluted interpersonal relationships of king henry viii. still under construction, and any patience is appreciated. all writing partners should be 18+ and comfortable with mentions of dark topics ; all triggering material will be appropriately tagged. open to diverse interpretations with no ( current ) exclusives, i look forward to writing & hearing from my mutuals ! 

unabridged guidelines. 

verses.

starter calls.

plotting calls.

[cloudywithachanceofjam]

“twitter unverified the pope!” ok so henry viii did that just under 500 years ago ur not special x

[ltwilliammowett]

Gold pendant with pearls in the shape of a caravel, Patmos, Greece, 17th century

[melpomeneprose]

@neroengland (Anne Boleyn & Henry VIII), <3

[tiffbaxter]

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[neroengland]

merry Christmas Eve to those who celebrate!! 🎄

[anakintargaryens]

[neroengland]

reverse meme call … ? like this & i’ll send you memes

[the-tudors-caps]

[threecardtrick]

The pieces were finally falling into place. Katherine was a fighter; how many men would have fared as well as she did, when up against a king, and the force of the whole of England? But there was only one way this could end: England won. It would always win. There are a few hints of whispers: poison, it was told. That it might be the king or the queen's doing. He is sure that his own name would be thrown into the hat at some point. He is the king's black executioner, isn't he? So it is said. Image creates his reputation, and it is what keeps all others at bay. That no one could take from him what he has earned, which is to be the king's most esteemed servant. It is his shoulder that the king clasps now in triumph and pride swells within him at the praise, that is for his ears alone. He who has brought the king all he has desired, when it had been called impossible. Delivered divinity to him. "Nothing brings me greater joy, Your Majesty, than to be a part of your golden reign. And I am sure this year shall bring you all the happiness that you deserve." The fabled son. The heir long awaited. "As far as dancing..." He even allows the faintest smile to grace his lips. "I am not sure what lady will have me."

[neroengland]

The slanting yellow sunlight was not merely a figment of the King’s imagination, leaking through the crimson-gold chapel windows as if through a heavenly, kaleidoscopic lens. God had forgiven him for that incestuous, misbegotten union, and all was again right in the realm. Had Katherine’s death not made that clear? The King of England would have sons! Sons to survive the perils of the cradle, sons with Anne – a great and distinguished brood to rival that lecher Francis. And now, with the dark shape of Cromwell flanked beside him, the King was content. A glimmer of hope played on his ginger-brow.

‘Master Cromwell, your service is commendable. What honest maiden could refuse a man of such esteem?’ But here was not a man susceptible to flattery, and Henry shifted quickly from the matter, the clink of jewels and the clatter of metal following him as he rose and processed from his pew; Cromwell on his heels. ‘You do not seem to desire the things other men desire. How else would a man toil until the early hours, poring over contracts and loans? Even Foxe does not posses half of your obedience.’

[historia-rph-deactivated2024041]

Please reblog this post if you are actively writing a historically based muse (or muses!). Feel free to specify the name of your character, their canon if applicable, and the primary time period they are based in. You can also include any other platforms you are happy to write them on (Discord, Instagram, etcetera). If you don’t wish to do this, you’re more than welcome to like this post instead and I will have a look through your account and gather their info. You will be added to a regularly curated list appearing on this blog with the goal of making it much easier to connect historical characters to one another, hopefully keeping the History RPC alive and fresh. 

Group based characters are more than welcome, so long as the RPG you belong to are happy for extra-group interactions to occur ♡

[neroengland]

@sweetbitterbitten requested : (command) - for your muse to give my muse an order or instruction, which may or may not be followed – katherine howard.

The throb in the King’s leg had sharpened as winter’s biting chill descended over Hampton Court. With the Queen at his side, her amber-head bent over some little game with her ladies, Henry’s serene smile faltered into a sombre scowl – the diseased pulse in his calf consuming his thoughts in a crazed frenzy of pain. But just as her cousin Anne, Katherine was encrusted in jewels, in French fashions, surrounded by twittering women that made his head ache. And she was, Henry hoped, none the wiser to her husband's mortal agony.

God’s blood, how could such an exquisite creature as she love a man, a King, such as he? He yearned for solitude, as he frequently did – far too often of late – and the quiet warmth of his chambers; his jesters and fools attempting to divert attention from the agony pulsating around the ulcer in his flesh with fair pastimes. As another surge of pain thrummed in his leg, the King clenched the arms of his velvet chair, his fingertips whitened, ensuring young Katherine remained unaware of his torment.

Raising his graveled voice, now twinged with pain, Henry suggested, ‘sweetheart, are you not tired of being inside? Ought you not savour the fine weather while it lasts?’  His eyes slid to the window, already encased in frost. ‘Go, I will call on you tomorrow, as I feel it’.  If she did not go – and soon – his dwindling patience might compel him to swiftly set her aside through less gracious means.

[neroengland]

@catalinathequeen continued from (x)

‘I see the little prince recognizes my presence already,’ Henry replied with a tender grin, a white-pink hand gently resting on Catherine’s swelling side. His eyes glimmered with anticipation, the ambitions of the Tudor dynasty resting on his broad shoulders, quickening within the Queen’s slight frame. ‘A strong and healthy heir he shall be, destined to carry forth our name as boldly as his father before him. And yet I fear I must disturb your joy, dear Catherine, with reports from the council. Wolsey informs us that there is plague in London, and would have us ride for Greenwich on the morrow. I trust that you will feel well enough to travel?’ His hand shifted from her growing waistline to her collar, tangled within the amber strands of hair that had managed to escape from her headdress. ‘There is nothing that would trouble me more than your unhappiness.’

[neroengland]

@sweetbitterbitten sent : crimson, a starter in which one or both muses are angry. – for anne boleyn.

‘Anne, you test my patience with your demands’.  Standing in the Queen’s presence chamber, with his hardened-gaze riveted to the window and the pleasing stretch of swollen gardens beyond, Henry avoids Anne’s gaze. Were she to peer into the depths of his narrowed eyes, she would see the fury that stoked within – the impatience, the terse uncertainty that God had delivered him out of one unlawful marriage into another. As one bejeweled hand strokes the beard at his chin, another holds fast to the sword at his waist. ‘I cannot command the people to adore you anymore than I can command your belly to conceive an heir’.  Grumbling beneath his breath, the King uttered: ‘were it God’s will, England would have a son and Elizabeth would have France. But I see now God will not grant me that no matter what I do’. 

[neroengland]

@threecardtrick requested: marmalade, a starter in which one or both muses are content.

Old, feeble Katherine was dead, praise be to God! Henry had not wept at Chapuys' damp-eyed reports that the rheum had killed her; nor did he mourn for the Spanish princess who had unlawfully shared his bed for twenty-years. Relief bade him to revel, to receive the word of God. All threats of war with the Emperor would be forgotten, now. Cromwell––that wily, cunning fox––would cauterize Europe’s wounds with his swift blacksmiths’ hand. Charles would be appeased. Katherine would be interred, a Dowager Princes of Wales, and the son that stirred in Anne's belly would be a true prince, legitimate in the eyes of the world. As Anne and Elizabeth, in their yellow skirts and golden plumes, bobbed out of the tail of his gaze, the King smiled. He clasps a bejeweled hand on Thomas's furred arm, standing shoulder-to-shoulder in the chapel.

‘We will hear no more, Cromwell. Today is a time to dance,’ He says, though the ache in his leg begins to smart as the King rises from the velvet-swathed bench. ‘Remember this, good sir, that this year shall be remembered for all time – you and I will see to that, and history will serve us well’.

[rpxprompts]

⋅  ┋     EMOTIONALLY CHARGED PROMPTS .

send a word for an emotionally themed starter. feel free to specify which muse is emotional

CRIMSON . a starter in which one or both muses are angry. MARMALADE . a starter in which one or both muses are content. CANARY . a starter in which one or both muses are joyous. CHARTREUSE . a starter in which one or both muses are embarrassed. CERULEAN . a starter in which one or both muses are playful. MULBERRY . a starter in which one or both muses are sad. ROUGE . a starter in which one or both muses are affectionate. ALABASTER . a starter in which one or both muses are afraid. RAVEN . a starter in which one or both muses are mourning. FOG . a starter in which one or both muses are tired.

[rp-memes-atyourservice]

Symbol meme starters.

Send one for my muse’s reaction! Feel free to alter context, switch muse’s positions, etc, as necessary. Contains some mild NSFW.

(chest) - for your muse to press a hand against my muse’s chest (hair) - for your muse to bury their face in my muse’s hair (backhand) - for your muse to backhand my muse (jaw) - for your muse to grip my muse’s jaw in one hand (lap) - for your muse to sit in my muse’s lap (whisper) - for your muse to whisper in my muse’s ear (bottom) - for your muse to rest a hand on my muse’s ass (or slap it) (undress) - for your muse to undress mine (may not be nsfw!) (pin) - for your muse to pin mine to a specified surface  (yank) - for your muse to yank mine out of the way of danger (bite) - for your muse to bite mine (palm) - for your muse to clap a hand over my muse’s mouth (throw) - for your muse to physically throw mine (piggyback) - for your muse to leap onto my muse’s back for a piggyback ride (nourish) - for your muse to provide my muse with food or drink (secret) - for your muse to reveal a secret to mine (specify the secret!) (discover) - for your muse to discover information about mine that they shouldn’t know (rescue) - for your muse to rescue mine from danger (promise) - for your muse to make mine a promise, whether they intend to keep it or not (lie) - for your muse to lie to mine (specify the lie) (confess) - for your muse to make a confession of truth to mine (command) - for your muse to give my muse an order or instruction, which may or may not be followed (hide) - for your muse to hide somewhere with my muse (sleep) - for your muse to fall asleep on mine (misc) - create your own/sender specifies! useful if something here gives you an idea that isn’t otherwise written.

[elephantlovemedleys]

Lynne Frederick as Katherine Howard in Henry VIII and his Six Wives (1972)