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I've been completely occupied with personal projects and works and life and seeing the collapse of the goddamn country I live in, then finally I noticed:

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the saddest meow meow
And the reason why I flew back here was I just cried to find The Decemberists' new album has a charming fantastical song called William Fitzwilliam
Don't lose your head to this brooding and raging Don't lose your heart to the sweetness of sin And don't go out wandering, the ghosts hover around you The Howards and the Seymours, the Poles and Boleyns
Tagged by @stilltrails (Hey I'm so sorry for not taking it for such a long time!) Prompt:
Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.
Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!
And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
Am doing illustrations, so I still have three character sheets of Wolf Hall (Anne Boleyn, Rafe, William and Gregory), and some fanarts featuring Thomas and Rafe. :D
It's been already a month?! Oh my. I've been hectic with my own projects and a bit away from the fandom (If anyone would be interested in some dark-fantasy comic /illustration stuff, I'm posting things on Bluesky: https://bsky.app/profile/harukakanata.bsky.social/ And Cara: https://cara.app/haruk04/all )

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(I have some fanfic comic idea sketches about Cromwell and his boys but already great fanfics about them are produced day by day. What a time I live in!!)
Title: Penace Summary: “If you think I am Walter, I will show you, Walter!” He cries, and Thomas freezes, his eyes are filled with fear. Rafe has never seen his master so afraid." / Moments before the final blow ends Thomas’ life, a herald arrives with a letter bearing the King’s seal, granting Thomas a reprieve. Unfortunately, Henry’s mercy has its limits. Thomas survives the pain of a botched execution, yet Rafe, Richard, and Gregory live through the consequences. And in attempting to fill the shoes of Thomas Cromwell, Rafe accepts it is a battle he may never win.
Let me take over. The thought aches in Rafe’s chest and he is wise to keep it there. It is rare for Gregory to mutter obscenities, but as his trembling hands make apprehensive strokes upon the mangled back of what one might assume to be the lifeless husk of Thomas Cromwell, Gregory lets out a string of swears. The elder Cromwell jerks away for the fifth time.
Rafe sighs.
“Gregory-”
“No.” He is my father, I need to do this, is what he means to say.
Rafe leans against the wall and in silence watches this tragic plot transpire.
It is Augst 2nd, 1540 and his master has woken from his coma following his poor timed reprieve.
On July 28th, the page boy, accompanied by a guard, makes it to the scaffold moments after the ax is lodged into his back a second time. The letter carries the king's seal, and the rushed yet careful words read as if they are spoken from the uncertain, yet repentant mouth of Thomas Wriothesley. The crowd disperses, muttering in anger and disappointment. Rafe remembers thinking how demonic they are, so frantic to see his master butchered.
Rafe ponders on the conversation between those fools and wonders what exactly was said by Risley to command the king’s regret. Rafe knows he should be thankful for their intervention, and if it stopped there, perhaps he would have been.
But the king is frivolous, and a reprieve does not mean forgiveness, even for Thomas Cromwell.
Rafe returns to Agust, and stares on in silence as his master sits hunched over in a chair, soiled shirt lifted, revealing the deep scars sown into his back. Gregory is behind him, as dutiful a son as he attempts to be, dabbing a sterile cloth in a bucket of a warm, alcoholic water mixture and then with great care, tends to Thomas’ wounds.
Through the pain and the weeping, and the drenched gray and black curls that haphazardly fall over his face, dark pupils catch Gregory in their path.
Once again, he flinches and jerks away from his son.
“Father.” His voice trembles. In sadness, in anger? Rafe supposes it’s both. He does not blame Gregory for the cesspool of emotions swelling within the pits of his chest. He’s tired, his body shakes, his steps are heavy, and all his money and efforts have been spent on this moment. Bargains, pleas to the king, his estates and titles given up to please the burned ego of His Majesty and the new queen; Gregory’s own wife having had left him in the process.
For Thomas, Gregory has become a pauper.
“I don’t want you, you are no son of mine,” Thomas mutters in the silence; it is enough for Gregory to stop. “I want Rafe.”
Thomas, cannot stand his son’s touch.
Gregory pauses, cloth still hovering over Thomas’ back. His eyes glisten, and he does not cry only silently motions to Rafe, who comes and takes over. Gregory leaves and Thomas does not say a word.
“It’s alright sir, I’ve got you”
The door closes and Gregory is gone.
For Rafe’s part, he is no stranger to this. He stands behind Thomas and picks up where his wayward brother left off. The solution from the cold rag falls down his wrist, and gently he scours the wounds upon his master’s back. Thomas does not flinch or push him away. It is as if his body eases, and the threat of an uncomfortable force is no longer upon him.
Still, Thomas shakes. The frigid air stings his wounds, and Rafe quickens his deed. Within an hour, the bandages are changed and he helps Thomas back to his bed. It does not take him long to fall asleep, and his body trembles in pain with every breath that escapes his lips. Rafe fears it will be his last.
Now, however, he must tend to the younger Cromwell.
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Gregory has exiled himself to a storage room, and he stands by the window, leaning over with his hands resting upon the ledge.
He is quiet, though his shoulders shake and his head hangs low. Rafe can tell that he is weeping.
“Gregory.” Rafe disturbs the silent isolation he supposes Gregory preferred, but the young Cromwell turns in his direction, wiping his eyes. There is a small movement of what Rafe figures is a letter, stuffed into Gregory’s jacket.
“Rafe, how is he?”
Gregory arranges his face in a way dissimilar to his father's. He does not hide emotion behind a stone-like facade. Rather he smiles. Eyes puffy beneath, breath still shaky, Gregory erects a smile so unsettling, Rafe does not know what to say.
So he speaks only the truth. “He is fine. May I come?”
Gregory nods as if speaking now causes too much pain. So Rafe saves him the trouble and pulls him into a hug as if he has embraced one of his own children. Though Gregory, now twenty is a grown man, Rafe can only see the child he helped raise before him. The boy trembles in his arms and when he is sure they are alone, he allows himself to cry.
Have anyone watched Broadway version of Wolf Hall? I thought it sounds silly at first but it looks actually cute...
Another fun fact (perhaps just for me): Hoboekendans sounds very similar to the verse melody of Origa's "Fuyuu Yume"
I'm sure the composer of the latter song sampled the former song (that was originally composed by Tielman Susato in 16th century).

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I love early music and I love the soundtrack of Wolf Hall too. My favorite one: Saramella (Cromwell is Happy)
And what pops up in my head whenever I hear this song:
I know it had always been traditional for a book of hours to be passed down and given to family - often it was intended to be owned by more than its first user.
But still, Raphe Sadler keeping Thomas’s, and clearly instilling it with such a sense of importance that it was preserved and handed down over multiple generations, and then donated to be properly looked after? That it was kept so safe, even after his arrest and execution?
…Crying in the club rn
Ooooh the whole story is new to me and so interesting
A jewelled Book of Hours in Trinity College Library is now believed to have belonged to Thomas Cromwell, Chief Minister to King Henry VIII.
https://www.trin.cam.ac.uk/news/thomas-cromwells-book-of-hours-in-trinity-college-library/
Research by Assistant Curators at Hever Castle, Dr Owen Emmerson and Ms Kate McCaffrey, suggests that the Book of Hours, printed in Paris by Germain Hardouyn in 1527 or 28, would have been among the books left by Cromwell to his secretary and protegé Ralph Sadleir.
And it came to Trinity from Dame Anne Sadleir who married the grandson of Cromwell’s secretary.
Anne Sadleir, the daughter of eminent lawyer Sir Edward Coke, a member of Trinity, is one of the few women who donated to the College. She gave this Book of Hours, along with Trinity’s best-known manuscript – The Trinity Apocalypse – to the College in 1660.
Of all of the Thomases in Wolf Hall—or your favorite Tudor drama of choice—which one is the most “Thomas”?
You might be wondering what that means. To that I say, “Up to you!”
Thomas Cromwell
Thomas More
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Boleyn
Thomas Wriothesley (Call-Me Risley/Call-Me)
Thomas Cranmer
Thomas Wolsey (Cardinal Wolsey)
Thomas Culpeper
Thomas Howard
Thomas Seymour
Shout-out to @cosmic-walkers for inspiring and encouraging me to make this 😊
Feel free to share why you picked who you picked. I’m curious to know!
Omg this is so fun you already know who I voted for 🤣
I voted Cromwell but wanna put honorable mention to Cranmer ('cause my partner, who are into English reformation history, once told me: "Listen, Cranmer in Wolf Hall looked almost like just a NPC but his final speech was heavy freakin' metal - he said "Forasmuch as my hand offended in writing contrary to my heart, therefore my hand shall first be punished. For if I may come to the fire, it shall be first burned." Then he actually did so upon his own execution" )
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R.I.P Queen Anne Boleyn
Wolf Hall — S01E06 'Masters of Phantoms'
I'm generally fascinated with Rafe and Cromwell's relationship as father and son/mentor and mentee.
(So it's not necessarily about shipping, but anyways, shipping is fun - let's dive into a nook of fandom and suppose every single character is bi, because why not?)
So I've read Rafe-involved parts of The Mirror and The Light before reading whole part of the books, and... and... my feeling and expectation about the upcoming TV adaptation is completely tangled... I really look forward to seeing it but how can I look forward to seeing Rafe losing Cromwell in a cruel death?