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lady-charinette · 1 year
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The lucid moments of Queen Charlotte & King George:
they sometimes hide from the heavens under the bed and George asks how their kingdom is doing. Charlotte quietly confesses how sometimes, the world seems to close in on her too & she feels like she might just hide from the heavens forever. George cradles her hand whispers lovingly:"You've always been the stronger one of us." Charlotte:"Only because you gave me half of your strength."
George sometimes escapes his confinement and bursts into meetings, but he's lucid. Charlotte is momentarily stunned, but relaxes when George speaks normally with the higher members of the ton. She smiles and watches her husband, the king, attend to his duties. In these little moments, she feels like the paintings didn't have to add George in later, she feels like he was there all along for the still sitting.
George still goes to the fields, he's old now, but he can pick at the weeds and plant some vegetables at least. Brimsely swore he would always attend to Her Majesty the Queen, but whenever her husband is outside, he temporarily serves the King, on orders of Her Majesty. Brimsely knows the Queen trusts him above all to protect her king in Reynold's place
George sometimes draws her, draws her face, his artistic skill curiously weakens when he's of sound mind, but Charlotte doesn't seem too offended when she spies her likeness on their wall. She smiles brighter than the sun
They reminiscent of their youth together, George remarks on the make of Charlotte's dresses, they look just like they had when they were younger. Charlotte is too prideful to admit she still orders these dresses to be made because it's the only thing of George she can have with her everyday to keep her grounde
Amelia's passing wounded everyone deeply, George had still been lucid enough to have learned of it, which ultimately crumbled the pieces of his sanity over time. His lucid moments grew fewer and farther in between and Charlotte felt like she had not only lost a daughter, but her husband as well
George has his observatory in his residence at Kew, and sometimes when he gazes at the stars and searches for a glimpse of Venus, his clarity returns with full force. In those moments, he quickly writes down whatever thoughts flood his clear mind, to not forget them, forget that deep down in his madness, there is still a man. Charlotte occasionally visits his observatory and she always checks his journals for new notes. Little things he intended to remember. The names of all their children and their birthdays. Thoughts of Charlotte and how much he misses her. Most of them speak of Venus, how much he loves and adores her. The Queen learned early on that Venus has quite a few names. The Great Star. Goddess of Love. Charlotte. Lottie. And sometimes, his Queen.
"Tell me, Lottie, how are the gardens?". She smiles, "In full bloom, my dear.". There was an uncharacteristically but not unfamiliar grin on the king's face. "And tell me... how is your garden?" Charlotte laughed, spying the mischievous twinkle in her husband's eye. "It definitely could use some tending. Some watering. Some fierce plowing." Brimsely knew better than anyone to immediately send the guards and attendants away once the Queen hitched up her skirts and moved over to sit on the King's lap.
"I'm sorry, my dear Lottie." George spoke softly into their quiet bedroom. Charlotte tried to discern his expression through the darkness. "Whatever for, George?". George sighed deeply, "For not giving you as much comfort and support as you do for me, once my mind wanders again.". Charlotte can only hold her husband close to her and kiss his forehead, whispering softly into his thinning hair. "You do give me comfort, my dear. So much."
George often has nightmares during the night, whenever he calls for his attendants, more often than not, it's his wife that hurries to his bedside. She always manages to quench his demons. He's heard the whispers in the halls, about how cruel and cold his queen was. But not to him. To him, she was soft and warm. Oh, so warm.
At the birth of their last child, George worries for Charlotte's health and urges her to not have anymore babies. She tries to argue with him, but George snaps:"We have enough heirs! I know what it is that you try to do, I know my...my madness may pass down to any one of our children, but if I were to lose you while you give birth to another child madness shall consume us all! What shall I do mad with fourteen children to care for instead of enjoying the moments I have left with you by my side?"
George sometimes reads manuscripts of the love stories between older kings and their queens, he sometimes forgets them and discovers them anew, but he always remembers what each of these stories lacked to him. None of these love stories could come close to describe the endless well of love he harbors for his wife, in madness and in sanity.
Charlotte finds reading poems to be a waste of her time, but she keeps the small, crumpled pieces of papers very close to her heart. The handwriting is not always neat, not always eligible, but she knew them all by heart anyway. Even though he may not be physically near her, Charlotte knew she was never alone in ruling their kingdom with George's heartfelt poems tucked safely into the sleeves of her dress.
They sometimes run into each-other in the kitchen at night, it's always a fright at first, Charlotte doesn't know if George is in his right mind, but he always quells her fears with a boyish smile. "Fancy meeting you here, my queen. Care for some of the best pudding in all of Britain?" Charlotte smiles, her eyes misty. "Oh, you old fool. You'll upset your stomach if you continue eating pudding every night.". George caressed her cheek. "That never stopped you before, has it?" Charlotte sighed. "Oh, just give me that spoon."
Sometimes, in his calm state of mind, George wonders if his body subconsciously enters into madness on purpose. Not to drive him mad, no, a much simpler reason. Sometimes, George wonders if he falls back into madness because he knows if he does, Charlotte would always come to visit and spend time with him. Somewhere in the deepest corners of his mind, George doesn't mind being called the Mad King if it meant spending time with his dear wife.
Charlotte is Queen during the day, but when she visits George at night, she turns young again, the ache in her bones recedes and she's just a simple maiden with her farmer. Just Charlotte. Just George. Just them.
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lady-charinette · 16 days
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The first few weeks Din had the little green womp rat on his ship, the little bugger kept waking him up in the middle of the night
Din was a bounty hunter, a Mandalorian, he was no stranger to his ship being raided or having to be a light sleeper in anticipation of sneak attacks during the night.
In was in their blood.
What he wasn't prepared for was the little green monster the size of a porg to be body slamming him in the middle of the night.
Din slept with his blaster, there could've been serious casualties.
After the ninth time his sleep had been disturbed, Din grabbed the creature. "What? Why do you keep doing this, you little womp rat?"
It's ears lowered to the sides of his head, making a keening sound unlike a young foundling in need of attention.
Din observed him quietly, setting him down on his lap. "Don't tell me you're scared of sleeping up there?" he glanced at the overhanging cot, confused.
It was made of durable leather and skins, it had enough space for the little green monster, so why was it so scared?
The green porg whimpered again and his small hands wrapped around Din's shirt, trembling slightly.
He didn't understand its language, but Din did understand its intentions.
It was scared.
With a heavy defeated sigh, Din fell back on his bed, if one could call the slab of collapsible ship wall covered by a blanket a bed, and closed his eyes.
He felt tiny hands grab at him and push a little body upward, until the creature nestled itself into the crook of his arm and chest.
With a gesture Din convinced himself was either instinctual or accidental, his free hand rested protectively over the boy, feeling its body relax under his weight.
Din settled back into a light sleep, mildly aware of the tiny face nuzzling deeper into his chest.
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lady-charinette · 1 year
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Am I the only one who can't see any romantic chemistry or tension between Bo Katan and Din??
I always get very platonic, comrades for life vibes from them, even with the new episode Guns for Hire out, I just can't really see it.
I can see them possibly ruling Mandalore together, but not as romantic partners but as comrades in arms. I don't know, maybe it's just me
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lady-charinette · 1 year
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I cannot believe the Teen Wolf Movie forced me into my old Sterek phase
I DIDN'T EVEN HAVE AN OLD STEREK PHASE
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lady-charinette · 6 months
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For the psychopaths on AO3 that write the amount of chapters they'll finish their fic with:
what supernatural foresight do you have in your hamster-burrowed-spaghetti-wired brain that you can tell you'll finish your 100k slow burn, enemies-to-lovers Fairy/Demon AU in 8 chapters?? I wanna know
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lady-charinette · 4 months
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Let's scream about it. I loved this movie so much. It was everything I've always wanted a proper monster loving beauty and the beast type story to be!
Ahdkajkfja RIGHT?
At first I thought the cover for it looked a bit odd, but I gave it a go and it was so good!
I loved the first interaction they have in the pit/cave on the island, where Mira asks if Arman is a prisoner too. He doesn't outright say it but the way he says the dragon will come for them if they don't remain in the pit makes sense the more you watch. The fact that he confines himself to the narrow space to keep from transforming, feeling like a prisoner in his own body bc he's afraid of the dragon too.
Also ALSO I LOVED the scenes where they decorated the cave to be livable! Immediately reminded me of dragons preparing their nests for their mates, I also loved Arman being perceptive and clever enough to have figured out Mira was, at the same time, searching for materials and planing her escape. It added a sort of realism to it that even though there are clearly budding feelings between them, Mira still is afraid of the dragon and has a plan B, I loved that Arman doesn't blame her for it either.
And the CHEMISTRY, the TENSION
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Okay I'm sorry I fangirled too much this movie was just what I needed ^_^
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lady-charinette · 16 days
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HELP
Why can't I boop my mutuals?! I even tried unfollowing to see if it works bc I can boop people I don't follow but it DIDN'T work!
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lady-charinette · 1 year
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Hello! Just a note. Feel free to ignore if you’d like. Rei would most likely have occcupational therapy for his arm rehab. Physical therapy does the legs while the arms and hands are occupational therapists in outpatient rehab or with advanced certification for Hand Therapy (really the whole arm and shoulder).
Signed, local occupational therapy student :)
Oh! Thanks for the clarification, I'm glad I learned the difference between those! :)
I also read up on it a bit and PT is also primarily exercise-based while occupational therapy is a more hands-on (manual) approach. Also: occupational therapy focuses how to adapt to daily life again, for Rei I could imagine to regain enough feeling in his arm to maybe pick up tweezers or learn how to hold and grab certain objects.
Super cool of you to drop the ask, thanks! 😊
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lady-charinette · 8 months
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Imagine getting a pop-up notification on Tumblr with confetti and crabs and horses flying around whenever someone follows you back with the message:"You're mutuals!" like getting a "You matched!" message on dating apps.
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lady-charinette · 9 months
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What Buddy Daddies fanfic tropes would you like to see me write?
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lady-charinette · 1 year
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I am opening the pandora's box:
What toppings for pizza are worse:
A) Pineapple
B) Apples
C) Oranges
D) Noodles
Or
E) Nutella / chocolate
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lady-charinette · 1 year
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Hi hello howdy! What are your opinions on math?
Hewwo!!
Basically, my four horsemen of the apocalypse /moods for math:
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lady-charinette · 1 year
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Fic Masterlist
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lady-charinette · 2 years
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The Soulmate Agency
Imagine running a soulmate agency only few are privileged enough to work in due to all the safety policies and the potential for chaos if they abuse their powers. Employees are thoroughly screened beforehand, they work in different sections to handle various affairs. Sections for people who lost their soulmates, ended up happy, ended up miserable, are still searching for their soulmate & those who don't believe in soulmates and don't look for them.
The agency prohibits its employees to know who their own soulmate is, they have access to all the data about every person on earth except their own.
There are special soulmate finders/initiators who help people find their soulmates by giving cryptic clues and tips, they aren't allowed however to outright say who a person's soulmate is.
The agency also has its own soulmate marker/tattoo section, which gives people at a certain age their soulmate marks, conceals them and/or identifies properties/info about them.
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lady-charinette · 1 year
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Tumblr was growing and selling their own potatoes (Tumbtatoes?) & nobody told me??
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lady-charinette · 2 years
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Uni colleague chose violence today:
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