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louwhose · 2 months
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Happy Pi Day! Or... is it pie day? White day?
Whatever, today is something and I'm celebrating whatever it is with this ship I'm far too obsessed with for how little screentime they have.
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fredpoptheprophet · 1 month
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Dwight: Chlodwig, what do you have in your hand?
Chlodwig running: A KNIFE!
Dwight: NO!
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This clip runs through my head at least once a week. 
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whogirl2011 · 2 years
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BONUS: Funny GIFs from some of Dwight and Gretta's robotic baby adventures for their family life class
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@giftober 2022 Day 16: Family / Found family
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psychicbluebirdmiracle · 10 months
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Watch "Soldier Poet King by The Oh Hellos [Dwight in Shining Armor]" on YouTube
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disaref · 1 month
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Pilot
Season 1, Episode 1
Summary: Dwight accidentally awakens an entire medieval kingdom hidden outside his suburban town.
Dwight riding bike past farmer’s market on his way to school
Begins to talk with Jules (Juliet) in hallway
He verifies that a strawberry she offers is organic before taking it
She asks him to take a picture of an endangered bellybutton owl for her newspaper article
He agrees eventually despite being busy with other things, including a bingo night fundraiser
Fast forward through school day
Crosses several items off of to-do list until he arrives at “Owl Pic for Jules”
Rides his bike to Woodside Woods
Sets bike down as he looks for owl to take picture of
As he spots it and is taking a picture, the ground gives way beneath his feet
Screaming as he falls into a dark chamber directly onto Princess Gretta
As he moves to get up, there is a kissing noise as he accidentally kisses her
He coughs from the dust immediately afterwards
Gretta opens her eyes
Dwight screams, rapidly pushes himself away and falls backward, growing increasingly terrified as she rises
Gretta rises to her feet and pulls out her sword, raising it towards him
Gretta: “Mortal enemy, or harmless peasant?”
Dwight is panicking, when Baldric comes in and stops her
Baldric explains that Dwight is Champion of the Champion Spell
Gretta begins to insult him in incredulity that he is her Champion
Dwight asking why this is necessary
Comprehensive list of insults Dwight is called in this episode: little wiggling worm, mucus-y little toad, little rabbit pellet, spineless tadpole, snivelling little weakling, grotesque little pustule
Dwight tries to stop it and smooth it over with diplomacy
Gretta demands a new champion, and the Champion Spell is explained why that is impossible
Contract of the Champion Spell: By waking this Princess with your kiss/ you agree to perform the office and/ function of her Champion until her/ hordes of enemies are defeated.
Dwight doesn’t believe this
He also does not want to have more obligations than he does already
As he is explaining this, he backs away into a troll
Screams
Gretta tackles him and Baldric uses magic to restrain the troll while they escape
[End cap of the intro with the card that shows the title of the show]
Dwight collapses once the are above ground to catch his breath
Introductions are made
Gretta roughly knights him “Sir Dwight”
Well established again that Gretta has enemies everywhere and Dwight is insistent that he did not kiss Gretta because it was an accidentally
Champion spell explained while fleeing through the woods
Dwight riding bike with both of them in tow
Going back to Woodside High
Farmer’s Market
Bill (farmer’s market guy): “The Renaissance Fair is setting up right over there.”
Gretta eating all the plums and Dwight paying for it before pulling her away
Where Gretta was raised: cliffside fortress, desert fortress, swamp fortress, underground fortress, forest fortress
Determine it was over a thousand years since the Champion Spell was cast
Ominously looking at modern things, i.e. motorcycle, skateboarding, etc.
Ominous monstrous hand rising from forest floor
Ominous bushes rustling behind Jules until Baldric, Gretta, and Dwight come outright
Introductions… go poorly
Dwight: “This is my turf, now. What we are going to call Nice… Nice Turf.”
Shakespeare Improv Troupe
Dwight Gives Juliet bellybutton owl picture
Go to Bingo Night Fundraiser
Dwight tells Baldric to stop introducing Gretta everywhere they go
Dwight missing some of his obligations
Baldric and Gretta ransacking the bake sale until Dwight stops themselves
Forces Dwight to check for poison
Dwight: “No. Nobody poisoned the Rice Krispie treats.”
Gretta has been fighting since she was old enough to hold a sword at two
Glee club president comes up to be friendly and Gretta immediately starts choking him not even looking at him
“Harmless peasant” to disengage
Dwight: “Every guy you see is not trying to kill you.” [Lights flicker and doors thrown open as Chlodwig in black suit of armor enters.] “Okay that guy’s trying to kill you.”
Swordfight until Chlodwig gets the upper hand
Dwight interrupts in his own way, by talking
Namecalling again upon discovering that he is Gretta’s Champion (see above for names)
Chlodwig picks Gretta up and carries her off
Everyone thought it was a great performance
Dwight and Baldric pursue on bike as they return to the woods
Dwight: “Well, as far as I’m concerned, I’m a freakin’ hero just for giving your butt a ride, warrior princess girl is not my problem.”
Baldric explains that if Gretta dies her Champion does as well
Gretta hanging over a pit of dragon fire
Chlodwig: “Call me… sugar plum.”
It is obvious he wants to marry her, Gretta clearly isn’t happy about it
He acts out the roles of everyone at a wedding
Dwight and Baldric show up
Chlodwig dislikes being so rejected and threatens to cut her down and leave her to the dragon
Dwight realizes that he needs to deal with this with diplomacy and starts to talk to Chlodwig
Dwight: “I didn’t come here to fight.” Chlodwig: “You came to die, then?”
Dwight is trying to get him up to speed on the world
Chlodwig: “I am on a quest to win the hand of Princess Gretta by fair means or foul.”
Dwight: “She’s just not that into you, man.”
Guy Club
Rules:
Don’t feed girls to dragons.
Instead, write a sad poem, learn a few chords on the guitar, and sing that to other girls
Chlodwig: “I am in your debt, Guy Club brother.”
Dwight gets Dwetta down with swinging a bit
Dwight: “I am the king of Nice Turf.”
Gretta: “You are not the Champion I expected. But… you may be the Champion I need.”
Figure out where they will live now, as Dwight’s neighbors
Planning out fortifications for the house
Gretta tries to start teaching Dwight sword fighting
Dwight: “Your look is awesome. Don’t change a thing.”
“It’s not going to get much worse than that, right? Right?”
Pizza peasant
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Bonus Round: Best Chancellor
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Otto von Bismarck (1871-1890)
The Iron Chancellor
With a man as talented and powerful as Otto von Bismarck, it is hard to know where to start when outlining his accomplishments. His rule over Prussia and later Germany totaled a combined thirty years, during which he upended the global order and reshaped the map of Europe as we know it today. His title of "The Iron Chancellor" originates from the iron grip he had over both German and international politics, as well as one of his most famous speeches.
Bismarck's greatest accomplishment was no doubt the unification of this great state of Germany, which he accomplished through both shrewd diplomacy and skillful warmaking. His wars against Denmark, Austria, and France propelled Prussia to new heights and allowed for the declaration of the German empire in 1871. As Bismarck had said 9 years prior to that exalted date, "the great questions of the day will not be decided by speeches or majority decisions, but by iron and blood"
Nations that claim power on the world stage by way of military might or economic excellence still kneel before Germany when it comes to care for their citizenry. Under Bismarck, Germany passed groundbreaking laws providing aid for injured or sick workers who could not earn a living for their families. Later, those benefits were expanded to aging or disabled citizens, creating the first social welfare program in Europe. It is my hope that countries with prospering upper classes may take a page from Germany's playbook and allow the government to care for those workers which have ensured its economic success. (Real subtle - T)
Leo von Caprivi (1890-1894)
A moment's pity for the poor man who must stand in the footholds of giants. How can one hope to compare to the eminence of Otto von Bismarck? Caprivi gave his answer by ripping to shreds one of Bismarck's foreign policy achievements, our former Reinsurance Treaty with Russia. This was a treaty that protected Germany from her greatest fear: a two (or three or perhaps even four!) front war, the Gallic rooster to our West and the Russian bear to our east. Why, then, would he not reinsure this treaty? Perhaps Russian reproachment with France was already a foregone conclusion; maybe he placed more value on Austria-Hungary and Italy than Russia; one scholar I've become familiar with has proposed that maybe his brain was "riddled with the worms of idiocy." The histrionics of the critics has never moved me. War will not come between Germany and Russia. A piece of paper changes nothing.
Caprivi realized that Germany would maintain her pre-eminence in Europe through either war or trade. For the first time, we chose industry. Commercial treaties were forged with an assortment of European nations including Austria-Hungary, Italy, Belgium, and Spain. He even ended a trade war with Russia, giving Germans access to cheaper Russian agriculture products. (What? Were the Merkel jokes too easy? -L)
Chlodwig zu Hohenlohe-Schillingsfürst (1894-1900)
Perhaps the greatest thing to say about Hohenlohe is that he was nobody's first pick for the job. Other names had been floated, but those picks proved too controversial. Hohenlohe, albeit aged, was a safe choice and caused the Kaiser no scandal. He served inconspicuously, which is to say without distinction. His cabinet was shuffled and reshuffled without his input and he found the winds of change blowing past him faster than he could react. A chancellor in name only, disempowered to enact any sorts of policies in the vein of predecessor. The most he achieved were reforms to the Prussian Military Law and the Law of Associations. In 1900, Hohenlohe took himself out of his misery and retired. Like his reactions to cooling relations with Russia and Britain, it came too little, too late. He died a year later.
Bernhard von Bülow (1900-1909)
The position of the Chancellor in the early 20th century increasingly seems like an ornate title for the caregiver of the Kaiser. After Wilhelm II inflamed tensions between Germany and France during the Morocco Crisis, it fell upon von Bülow to clean up the debacle. He represented the Kaiser at the Algeciras Conference, a meeting meant to defuse the tensions of the aforementioned crisis. Germany was humiliated, her terms discarded and the alliance between Britian and France was strengthened. When von Bülow defended his work at the conference, he became so overwhelmed that he collapsed.
Much like the first of his office, von Bülow's career came to an end in a conflict with Kaiser Wilhelm II. In a conversation published by the Daily Telegraph, the Kaiser attempted to court the affection of Britain and her king. Perhaps Herr Freud could say something in regards to His Majesty's love for his mother's country. (Note: Please never imply something like this ever again - T). Unfortunately, it had the opposite effect. The British public was appalled at the Kaiser's words, which read more as the ramblings of a madman than as the diplomatic forays of an emperor. Perhaps the outcry could have been prevented had von Bülow properly reviewed the text before it was published, however, he did not. The Kaiser viewed this as a betrayal and forced him to resign.
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karometeenk · 2 years
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being a european language student is frustrating because you have to learn the same history like three times but those old fucks just have different names in each language??
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The other day I had an ask about Sophie's marriage to Ferdinand d'Orléans. In the answer I quoted a fragment of an account of the wedding by Prince Hohenlohe-Schilling, which in turn was quoted in Erika Bestenreiner's book about Elisabeth and her siblings. Well I should have digged a bit deeper because it turns out that the Prince's memoirs from which said quote comes from had been translated to English, so we actually have his full account of the celebrations. You can read the whole thing here, which includes tons of biased descriptions of several of the royal guests, but also really bad smell in your guest room, someone looking at you like if you were a scorpion and a mediocre perfomance of one of Verdi's operas during Mass.
STARNBERG, September 28, 1868.
In obedience to the Royal command I came to this place to attend, as Minister of the Household, the marriage of the Duchess Sophie with the Duc d'Alençon, son of the Duc de Nemours. Prince Adalbert and Minister Pfretzschner were appointed to act as witnesses. As the latter preferred to spend the night at Starnberg, I decided to leave yesterday afternoon at half-past two. We arrived at four o'clock, took possession of our rooms at the Hotel am See, and then took a walk, dined at five o'clock and then went down again to the shore of the lake in hopes of seeing something of the illuminations which were to take place nominally in honour of the Czarina of Russia then staying at Berg. But it was nine o'clock, and as nothing happened we preferred not to wait about any longer, and soon got to bed. The fireworks and illuminations would seem to have been very fine, but very little could be seen here. It was Sunday, and consequently a numerous and beery contingent of the general public had taken post under our windows, and kept up a horrible din and shouting. At intervals they sang ''popular airs," but these almost immediately degenerated into mere brutish yells. However, I soon fell asleep, especially as a wholesome storm of rain dispersed the gang. This morning I went to the railway station to see the Empress of Russia depart. Tauffkirchen* was there too, to pay his respects to the Empress. The King accompanied the Empress and travelled some distance with her on the railway in the direction of Munich, but I do not know how far.
At ten we drove over to Possenhofen in my carriage, which I had had brought here yesterday. It was not eleven o'clock yet, so we were taken first to our rooms. In mine there was a villainous bad smell. Soon the time for the wedding ceremony arrived, which took place in a hall of the Castle transformed into a chapel. The guests assembled in the adjoining salon, where a grand piano further blocked the scanty space available. Pfretzschner and I hastened to get ourselves presented to all personages of rank. Besides the family of the Duke Max, Prince Adalbert and Prince Karl were there. The latter bowed to me across the room with a look such as one generally bestows upon a scorpion. Then Count and Countess Trani. The Hereditary Princess Taxis wore a mauve or violet dress trimmed with white. Others present were the Comte de Paris and his brother, the Duc de Chartres, two young and well-built princes, but who give the impression rather of Prussian than of French princes. The Duc de Nemours looked like a French dandy from the Cercle de l'Union. He wore the Order of St. Hubert, as did his son, the bridegroom. The Duc de Nemours recalls the portraits of Henri IV., yet he has a certain look of his own that makes you set him down as a pedant. The young Duc d'Alençon is a handsome young man of a fresh countenance. The Prince de Joinville and his son, the Duc de Penthièvre, have nothing very striking about them. The former is old-looking and bent, too old-looking for his age, dignified and courtly. The Duc de Penthièvre has a yellow, rather Jewish face, and speaks with a drawl, but was very kind and friendly to me. Duke August of Coburg is as tedious as ever. I was interested to become acquainted with his wife, the Princess Clementine, a clever, lively woman. The Princess Joinville, a Brazilian Princess, is rather mummified, with big rolling eyes in a long, pale, wrinkled face. Then there were two daughters of Nemours there too, one grown up, the other a little girl. The ladies were all in "high dresses." The bride in white silk, trimmed with orange blossom, with head-dress of orange blossom and a tulle veil. On the sleeves braids of satin, after the pattern of the Lifeguardsmen's stripes. A lady-in-waiting attached to the Nemours party wore a flame-coloured silk with straw-coloured trimmings. When all were assembled, we proceeded to the chapel. The bridal couple knelt before the altar. Behind them, on the left, Prince Adalbert, behind him we two Ministers, and then behind us the gentlemen of the House of Orleans. On the other side the Duc de Nemours and the Duchess, likewise all the Princesses. Hancberg began the ceremony with a suitable address. Nobody cried, but Duke Max looked rather like it once or twice. The bride appeared extremely self-possessed. Before the "affirmation" the bridegroom first made a bow to his father, and the bride did the same to her parents. The Duchess's "Yes" sounded very much as if she meant "Yes, for my own part," or "For aught I care." I don't wish to be spiteful, but it sounded like that to me. After the wedding, I kissed the Duchess's hand, and congratulated her. She seemed highly gratified and pleased. The pause between the wedding ceremony and the State dinner we spent in our room. I forgot, by-the-by, to say that during the Mass a military band played an accompaniment to the religious ceremony. It began with the overture to one of Verdi's operas, I don't know whether it was Traviata or Trovatore. It was but a mediocre performance, the sort of stuff you hear played at dinners.
The State dinner was held downstairs in two halls. In one sat all Royal personages and myself along with Pfretzchner, in the other the courtiers. The health of the bridal pair was drunk without speechmaking. I sat between the young Princess of Coburg and Duke Ludwig. The dinner was not particularly long, nor was it particularly good either. On rising from table there was some more standing about, and then all the company separated. The Orleans Princes took their departure at once, about half-past four, as did the other Princes. Only the Duc de Nemours stays on till the day after tomorrow with his children.
We drove back to Starnberg in one of the Ducal carriages, from whence we return to-day to Munich by the eight o'clock train.
At dinner the "Wedding Chorus" from Lohengrin was played. It must have been singularly agreeable to the King's ex-fiancée. Another odd coincidence was that the very evening before, the lake and mountains were illuminated (for the Czarina), and the King had to celebrate in this way his erstwhile fiancée's bridal eve.
The Comte de Paris spoke to me about war and peace, and maintains that popular feeling in France is opposed to war. But he said it was difficult to gauge public opinion in France, the Press is so wanting in independence.
He is a sensible, well-meaning man, who would make an excellent Constitutional King of France.
*Count Tauffkirchen was at that time Bavarian Minister at St Petersburg.
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indoraptorgirlwind · 4 months
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I'll just call them Viktor and Ken....
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itachi86 · 1 year
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dang viktor’s full name
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louwhose · 5 months
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Shining Smooch Week | Day Five | Heart
Color Scheme: Pink
For @shiningsmoochweek! Chlodwig and Phoebe. I love them and think they are adorable but you also cannot convince me they are NEVER on the same wavelength (I blame that mostly on Chlodwig).
Source of inspiration under the cut
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For those of you who have not read Please Take My Brother Away, I am sorry, and highly recommend it in order to realize and fully appreciate the ridiculous shenanigans that lead to situations like the one pictured above.
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fredpoptheprophet · 7 months
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Drunk Chlodwig at the Swine and Slosh
Chlodwig: "I should be the true ruler! I would be a magnificent and glorious king and no one would doubt me. I would have waterfalls of mead erected all over town. My kingdom would never want for food, for there would be a grand banquet every night where the common peasant and richest lord would be equals. Where all could be given a clear path to a trade followed by nigh immediate employment. But above all, there would be large communal fountains where the most buxom wenches would bathe each other and themselves without shame or .....hunger....." *Collapses to the floor*
Dwight: "Is he okay?"
Equally drunk Jacopo: "I do not know but I will vote for him."
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I have decided, I now ship Chlodwig and Jacopo. They already act like bitter exes so why not lol.
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whogirl2011 · 2 years
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@giftober 2022 | Day 19: Quote
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librapacks · 1 month
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♡﹒﹒ medieval period names !
FREE CONTENT : MASTERLIST ⸻ here is a list of 52 family tree names from the 300s — 1500s! for anyone needing names from those generations for fantasy or historical type roleplays.
masculine
A — alderic , aubri
B — bjorn
C — charles , chlodwig
D — duncan
E — ealdred , eberhard
G — gainfroy , godfried , gospatric
H — hemerich , hugues
I — ingram
J — jocelin
L — lambert
M — marcomir
N — niall
R — richard , robert
T — théodomir
V — vanbertus
W — walter , waltheof , waudbert , william
feminine
A — adela , alesia , aline , amalberga , argitta
B — bertswinda
C — christiana
D — derdera
E — eadgifu , eithne , eulalia
F — fraya
G — gerberge
H — helen
I — idonea , ingrid , industria
L — lucilla
M — mechtild
O — oda
R — reine
S — sabilla , syagria
T — theodelinde , thurid
U — urraca
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