#sweet baby bertie

[spiritundaunted]

Prince Albert (future King George VI) in 1896

Baby Bertie had the cutest little expressive feet! 🥰🦶

#king george vi #prince albert frederick arthur george #1896 #sweet baby bertie #his little toes tho!!! #❤️ #british royal family

[kidcore-nostalgia]

#jelly babies #bertie bassett #retro #money boxes #piggy banks #kidcore #british #liquorice allsorts #sweets #candy #nostalgia #nostalgic #toywave #toys #childhood #90s #90s kid #1990s #plastic toys

[napoleonic-sexyman-tournament]

Benjamin Bathurst

(admin note: even if you don't vote for him, his mysterious disappearance is a fun rabbit hole)

Propaganda: “have you SEEN him? glorious regency-dandy perfection -- that hair, that nose, those lusciously thick sideburns! he was a spy as well, and we all know that spies are magnificently fuckable… and also he disappeared mysteriously, leaving behind only a fur coat and an exciting legend! what's sexier than that!!”

Napoleon I

Propaganda:

a. “It’s the Napoleonic wars! He’s the main guy here!” b. “Everything. Just, everything.” c. “He has something wrong with him (affectionate)” d. “I don’t know how to write propaganda, so I’ll just say this: Napoleon was a cutie, a world soul, a revolutionary emperor, and a great social and legal reformer. On the subject of physical appearance and attractiveness: He could pull off any look. Whether he was wearing a general’s uniform while riding a galloping white horse or wearing a laurel wreath in the Notre-Dame Cathedral or cuddling up in a large grey coat, he was cute af. He was a short king (above average height for the time). People fainted in his presence (I’m not even kidding, this did actually happen). He went so hard they declared war on him. And that’s pretty neat. He had beautiful hands. For some reason, there are multiple sources commenting on how pretty and gorgeous his hands were. And that’s a weird but cool trait to have. He was beautiful. His eyes were very pretty. Described as both crystal-like and fiery during different instances. His smile (which you can’t really see in any painting) was supposed to be one of his most charming features. His voice was described as “musical and deep” (from the diary of Bertie Greatheed). Personally, I think he looks like a fluffy panda or a baby seal. As a person, he was a very sweet, affectionate and unusually forgiving (maybe even naively so). He was also a funny and witty person. He enjoyed telling ghost stories, singing along to opera (badly), reading reports (for fun), taking baths, gossiping with his wife, and going to the library.”

#napoleonic sexyman tournament #to the last person: you wrote perfect propaganda #it's like a dating profile

[dreammeiser]

may i request some fun facts regarding honeybell? Shes such a cutie!

Hi there!! That's very sweet of you to ask about Honeybell! Thank you for the kind words as well! :'o) <3 Okay some fun facts for you! I shall give you quite a bit because I don't get to talk about her as much! Honeybell's birthday is January 6th and her MBTI is INTJ! She runs the Dreamalong Library, which Earl regularly causes havoc at! She regularly bans him from the Library but will momentarily lift the ban from time to time because she has a weak spot for his "Please I want to Sniff the Books" Puppy Eyes :oD Earl's antics at the Library on a nearly daily basis makes Honeybell a regular at the Dreamalong Milk Bar! Honeybell gets very easily over-stimulated by noises/has Misophonia and is usually seen wearing headphones! She has a Book Club with Archie, Mufflin, and Bertie! Their go-to genres include horror, romance, and adventure novels :o) Mufflin might skip the horror books though! She has a panflute she doesn't play anymore. She was inspired by baby Chirin, and Chopper from One Piece, Shaun the Sheep, and Lambchop! Here is a bonus Honeybell drawing for you! :oD

#thank you for the ask! #my team and I really loved your sketches by the way!!! #We were admiring how dynamic your poses were and how much energy you put into your lines! Those Teddy and Mae Sketches fed us hahaha! #dream along with me #dawm #dawm project #dawm asks #Honeybell

[jellycatstuffies]

hi victor! i hope you are well. i love all the fun guys. i have been trying to get fun-guy bertie for ages. he was not in stock online but i walked into my local jellycat stockist today and he was there (he hadn't been the last few times i stopped by)

i am so happy! here he is with the rest of the fun guys :)

Oh, this makes me so happy. I'm super glad you finally found a Fun-Guy Bertie and could add him to your bunch of Fun-Guys!

Thank you for sharing the photos with me! They look lovely together. I've always liked Fun-Guy Ozzie the most (he looks like a sweet baby to me) but Fun Guy Bertie is definitely second, because he just looks so ridiculous with his humongous head and fat body.

Judging by the popularity of these guys, I am sure he isn't the last Fun-Guy and your collection will grow quite a bit more! 😁

Jellycat Fun-Guys

#asks #jellycat #jellycats #jellycatstuffies #mushrooms #mushroom #fungi #fungus

[pommur]

Simon and Betty genderbend be like:

Simone when giving birth: Just put my hand on your face my sweet prince, it’ll be the last thing I’ll ever feel.

Berty: Honey, the baby is already out. Your holding her…

Simone: … I just crammed another human being out of my clown hole for you. Let me be dramatic! *pouts*

Berty: Okay, okay. What ever you want, sweetie. *takes her hand and sets it on his face* *has the desire to say their inside joke of ‘don’t be a wimp’ which he frequently tells her but would never say it during such an event*

Simone: Aren’t you gonna say the thing, Berty? *sweaty and looks like she’s going to cry*

Berty softly: Oh, honey. Don’t cry, don’t be a wimp.

Simone: *sniffles* I love you. *happy but emotionally charged crying*

Hospital Staff: *angrily stares at Berty*

Berty: … I swear I’m not picking on her. Well not today… I would die for her… Please don’t kick me out. *is nervous*

Simone after squeezing out their child:

Berty after all the nurses start glaring at him:

#adventure time #adventure time simon #simon #simon petrikov #adventure time betty #betty grof #fionna and cake #adventure time fionna and cake #betty #simon x betty #simone #berty

[deepdeanvsweston]

Tess Mountfitchet headcannons because I love creating them and also she won't leave my mind

- lots of moles

- light brown hair, but straight as a pin, she's very jealous of Bertie and Daisy's curls

- blue eyes, sort of 'English channel on a stormy day' sort of blue

- incredibly smiley, Felix always says 'makes a welcome change from how colic-y she was as a baby!'

- loves to dance, but hopeless at it and begs Bertie to teach her how to waltz

- also loves maths and is brilliant at it, but tries to hide it as she doesn't want to be seen as a swot

- Hazel always buys her a maths puzzle book for her birthday

- attends a city boarding school in London, Felix and Lucy do not want her attending Deepdean

- and even then she only attends as a day boarder

- loves fashion and ribbons and nothing spy-ish or murder-ry at all

- she loves all her extended family equally, but Bertie is her favourite because he isn't spy-ish or murder-ry, and loves to talk about fashion with her

- gets a pittance of pocket money (Felix is worried about how far she could get on the bus if she has too much, Daisy has had a lasting effect on him)

- saves it all up so she can buy each issue of Vogue

- incredibly claustrophobic, because of the air raid tunnels she had to hide in during the war

- in love with a milkman's son, a boy named Cole

- she met him when staying at Daisy and Hazel's house (they moved out of London)

- good at sneaking out, her parents are sort of strict on where she goes and what time, but only because they worry so much

- she only really sneaks out to the pictures though, she wants to be a film director

- her favourite colour is lemon sherbet yellow, and unsurprisingly her favourite sweets are lemon sherbets

- Felix buys them for every Friday after she's finished her school week

- her and her mother Lucy are slowly cajoling Felix into buying a kitten

#murder most unladylike #mmu #tess mountfitchet #lucy mountfitchet #felix mountfitchet #the body in the blitz #tbitb

[quiveringdeer]

Camera Roll Challenge: Dating Jean Kirschtein

I dunno what it is about Jean but this man reads hopeless romantic to me. Maybe the whole being an artist thing. Especially when he's older. Breakfast in bed just cause you deserve it. Probably did the thing where he wrote letters to his future self to open at certain life milestones. Some of them are to his future significant other. When they get engaged. When they get married. When they've been together 5, 10, 15, etc years.

It's something he keeps up with as he gets older too. So they aren't always just from his super younger self. Maybe he wrote one to his future partner in high school then after going through lots of growth and experiences he decides to write another one to that same person. It'd be really interesting to read how much he changed in-between those years. I think he'd also make ones for partners that are like, what I was thinking in the moments before our first kiss. when I knew I'd fallen in love with you. other ways I thought of proposing. (Man, I'm so smitten for this man, I can't believe out of everyone I'm writing the most in depth for him. lol)

I don't know if he ever reaches the smooth or suave level when flirting or asking folks out --tho he thinks he has lol. He's so corny but it's really sweet and cute. Probably continues to use ridiculous pickup lines on people as a way to break the ice.

He can dance-thanks to Connie! He's a got pretty good rhythm and is a quick learner when someone takes the time with him. So thanks to his bestie Jean can salsa, batchata and merengue. He's always up for going out dancing and would take the time to teach his partner. Along with that, he's also the type of person that feels a big urge to wine and dine his partner and take them out on regular dates no matter how long they've been together.

Also the dancing wouldn't just be when yall are out on the town. Saturday morning cleaning days often lead to some kind of dancing and sometimes dance-off shenanigans. Depending on the music selection.

Like Bertholdt, I can really picture Jean being into theatre. Though, unlike Bertie, he very much thrives being the center of attention on stage. Related to the hopeless romantic thing, I can see him memorizing monologs, sonnets and poetry to recite to his partner.

Also, while there is that one OVA of him being a lil shit to his mom, I feel like once he gets over that teen "too cool for my mom" era he's a great son. His mom is so accepting of you and the first time you come for dinner she's totally the stereotypical mom who breaks out baby photos of her Jeanbo! I feel like she'd be such a great mother-in-law and is just so thrilled that Jean found someone to give his heart to.

A few photo thoughts below the cut :)

Top middle: Random morning with him bringing you breakfast in bed. And then also cleaning up the dishes afterward! Definitive husband material right here. (not that the bar should be that low but it's a green check) And you can't help but wanna catch a photo of those pretty legs of his as he's heading out.

Middle left: Okay I can't make a Jean post without bringing up horses. lol I feel like he grew up in the burbs and never really interacted much with them. But being besties with Sasha he ends up tagging along with her and Connie when she starts learning to ride from friends at the Ren Faire she works at in high school. Also, can you imagine how dreamy this man would look dressed up as a knight? Then waxing on poetically about how much he's in love with you? Corny as hell but my heart would definitely be doin flips.

Middle center: Why did he take a picture of himself pretending to sleep and send it to you?? Who knows with this boy. But at least he's cute. And he does seem real snuggleable.

Middle left: Booooooooooooooooy. I don't know bout yall but this photo got me feelin some type of way. Not just the tongue but the beanie and the earring too. 😮‍💨 Just feels like our boy's whole vibe in a nutshell.

#jean kirschtein x black reader #jean x black reader #jean kirschtein #jean kirschtein x reader #jean x reader #jean smau #jean kirschtein smau #aot x black reader #aot x reader #aot smau #nat writes #i dunno why this is so mushy! #i did not plan to write any of these things but they just came to me #sweet soft man

[lizzy-sketches]

*waves shyly*

Hello, guys, beginner artist here! I recently started playing HPMA & I loved it so much, especially the art! So I wanted to try making a ref sheet for my character lol!

Special thanks goes to @amoexii for the template!:3

Evie is energetic, enthusiastic, & friendly. Her curiosity & imaginative nature makes her eager to experience & try out new things & share them with her friends. She is always up for an adventure often dragging her friends along for a fun ride! She tends to get easily distracted (which is probably why she has unfinished projects & either forgets about it or promises to finish it later. p.s. she probably never gets back to it lol ) She's willing to break the rules in order to gain an advantage or to keep her friends safe.

Some extra info on Evie

Her favorite color is blue.

Favorite sweets are Chocolate Frogs & Sugar Quills. Least fav are Bertie Botts.

She's a decent photographer, snapping pics of mostly her friends & nature. She either gives them to Lottie for her art or puts them in her photo album.

Loves creatures very much! Can't choose between unicorns or dragons as her most fav. When in CoMC class, she likes to talk to the creatures affectionately.

She sometimes carries a small bag filled with owl treats for her pet Barn Owl companion, Eglantine.

If she could, she would bring Pancake, her pet corgi bestie, along to Hogwarts with her. She often misses her floofy baby. :')

She has a stuffed dragon named Blaze which she keeps in her dorm. Acts as a sense of comfort to her.

her in the game

i wrote too much omg sorry lol! tbh, I'm still figuring her out & all that so this might not be the final thing hahaha!

#also im not 100% sure about her name lmao #idk if sounds too cheesy or cringey #hpma #hpma mc #hpma oc #hp magic awakened #harry potter magic awakened #my art #art #digital art #i wish i could draw hair 😭 #i suck at shading 🥲 #why is art so hard 😭 #harry potter #tumblr ruining the image quality why??? :')

[heejayy]

AOT Men || When they’re Needy…

Warning: explicit language, 18+

Genre: smut?

Characters : Bertholdt, Erwin, Connie x black reader

Wc: 545

Berthholtd H.

Bertholdt is not the one to tell you he’s horny, so what does he do? He gets you all riled up so you can confront him first. He’ll give you back rubs, kiss your neck soft and sensually, or endlessly compliment you. For example he’ll pull you onto his lap and caress the inside your thighs whispering little nothings in your ear. And if he’s feeling real frisky he’ll bump into you so you can feel his boner.

“Bertie?” You call him all innocently sitting on his lap. He let a smirk slip knowing he got you right where he wants you but quickly covered it up with a concerned look.

“Yes my sweet love?”

“I’m kinda- in the mood…so do you wanna go-“

“Yes!…I mean yeah yeah sure” he tried to play his eagerness off but he spent hours getting you in the mood so he gets little on edge.

Erwin S.

Doesn’t sugar coat shit. When he’s horny he’s very demanding. But of course he makes sure you are equally as needy or otherwise he will relieve himself.

He will tease you along the way too just because. Erwin will randomly slap your ass and give it a good squeeze or come up behind you and nibble on your neck and ear.

“Hey baby?“ you turned your head without looking up from you phone to let him know you were semi paying attention. Which irritated him more.

“Look at me” he said sternly grabbing your cheeks pulling your face towards him. And there you go, just like that you melt in his grip.

He snatched your phone and bent down to your eye level as you sat on the couch “What I want you to do is go to our room, strip, and lay that pretty body down on the bed for me with your legs spread, ok?” You swallowed slowly nodding slightly intimidated.

“Good girl” he smirked watching you get up and follow you hot on your trail.

Connie S.

When is he not needy? He’s constantly horny but it became worse when he started dating you. The man is obsessed with you and your body. He bugs you constantly about making love all night and day. Never let’s you breath either, always near hugging your arm or laying in your lap.

“Babe?” He calls to your turned back as you lay in bed.

“Babe!”

“Y/n!” He continues to call you as you ignore his annoying calls.

“Woman I know damn well you hear me!” You groaned deeply flipping over.

“I am trying to sleep! What do you want?!” He places his hand on his bare chest acting offended.

“Well excuse me…I’m kinda hard and I need a little help….” You roll your eyes.

“We just got finished like an hour ago. My thighs hurt and I’m sore.”

“I know I know but I’ll make it all better baby just let me” he smirked scooting closer leaving wet kisses on your exposed neck. ‘Damn it’ you thought you falling for his shenanigans all over again.

“Ugh fine but just don’t pull my hair this time” he broke out into a grin. “No promises”

AOT Masterlist

©Heejayy 2022 — any repost or translations of my work are strictly prohibited

#aot modern au #aot masterlist #connie springer x black reader #erwin headcanons #bertholdt headcanons #bertholdt x y/n #aot x y/n #eren x black reader #aot x black reader #eren yaeger x reader #aot smut #jean kirschstein x black reader #smut

[spiritundaunted]

Aw, sweet little Bertie with his Mama!

(Queen Mary, when Duchess of York with infant Prince Albert, later King George VI)

You can tell it's him a mile away - the watchful eyes, (with a tiny turn in the left), the "resting pleasant face" mouth, beautiful shiny hair and his big ol' ears. Adorbs!

And Mary looks so lovely.

It breaks my heart to think this sweet little infant was mistreated and neglected by his first nanny for the first 18 months of his life! I'm sure that in some ways set the stage for some of the anxieties he struggled with throughout his life. Thank goodness Lala Bill came to the rescue and became the children's beloved nanny!

And he turned out to be made of pretty tough stuff!

#sweet baby bertie #bertie & his mama #the little toes though! #king george vi #prince albert #queen mary #1896 #royal children #british royal family #aww

[skrunklybf-archived]

Hi Rory 🥰 could you do “❛  i get so hard when i’m around you.  ❜ with Bertholdt pls?

"𝚒 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒'𝚖 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞…" *ೃ༄ 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚝 - 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗

suggestive themes, established relationship, light teasing, some groping, domestic fluffiness, implied oral (m), praise & pet names

as far as your friend group was concerned, your boyfriend was an angel. quiet, reserved, kind. of course, he really was all of these things -- all of them, and more.

more, in todays case, translated into needy.

"careful, baby," you warned, steadying your busy hands the best you could to avoid making a mess at your feet. the cup of milk in your grasp teetered a bit, just barely avoiding a slosh over the side. bertholdt hummed into your neck. the gentle giant had wrapped himself around you much like an oversized backpack. "smell so good..." he mumbled into your skin.

a soft giggle greeted his ears, perking them up. "i haven't even started baking yet."

"i meant you."

the brunette snuggled impossibly closer behind you. his body laid flush against yours, long arms wrapped around your middle with slender fingers splayed over your lower tummy. every now and then, bertholdt would dig those fingers into the soft flesh there, marveling at the pillowy feeling. he pressed tiny kisses into your neck, up to the little sensitive spot behind your ear. your breath caught for a second as you poured the milk into a mixing bowl. "bertie," it wasn't much of a warning -- more of a soft call.

the man, still clad in soft pajama pants, had been a clingy baby all morning. pulling you into him in bed until golden shards of light danced over your lazy forms; padding behind you into the bathroom, offering somewhat meekly to shampoo your hair for you in the shower; sneaking kisses onto your cheeks and affectionate squeezes to your hip as you busied yourself in the kitchen.

you couldn't say you didn't adore the attention. bertholdt was generally a sweet, gentle lover, but this was taking it to a new level.

as he continued his work against your neck, your shoulder, one of his large hands wandered to settle over your hip. slight pressure pulled you back against his pelvis.

"babe?" you gasped, a cheeky grin growing over your face.

the feeling was unmistakable -- something rigid pressing against your lower back. despite how long you'd been together, the implication still left you slightly flushed.

"sorry," bertholdt mumbled, breath hot against the damp trail he left over your shoulder. "i get so hard when i'm around you." he whispered, as if someone else would hear otherwise.

muffins could wait.

you twisted yourself in his hold, pressing your back against the counter instead of your boyfriend. a light dust of warmth bled from his face to his neck. intimacy like this always left bertholdt a little stumbly, a little stuttery, but it was so endearing you couldn't tear your gaze away, especially when he blinked down at you like a startled doe. his hands laid against your waist and you mirrored the position, thumbing over the pert muscles that could be found there; so lean, so toned, you loved trailing your touch down around his hips and playing with the v dipping into those fluffy pants.

an amused hum fell from your lips. "been wrapped around me all morning and you're suddenly bashful?" you teased. a finger dipped into his waistband, then another, stretching it outward and letting it snap back into place. bertholdt gave you an airy chuckle. "i can't help it. pretty women make me nervous." he dipped down from his towering height to press your foreheads together. you knew he was nearly bent in half, but he knew how much you loved being face to face, so he did what he could, ghosting his minty breath over your tingling cheeks. a tiny hitch caught in his throat when your hand wandered into dangerous waters.

gripping the hard length through his pants, you bit your lip for a moment, savoring the way this giant cooed and keeled and all but quivered at your simple touch. bertholdt groaned once you began to knead into him. he let his weight fall forward, bracing himself on the counter behind you with one hand, caging you in place and nosing into your hair. you stroked, base to tip, squeezing and working across his dick. "is this what you wanted, baby?" you cooed into his bare shoulder. he was so hot to the touch, practically burning away under your hold. bertholdt let out a near inaudible whimper. "is this why you've been so needy this morning, hm?" you continued. "just needed me to touch you?"

he nodded, squeezing his eyes shut. your hand wandered past the waistband, dipped down, and found a whole new blazing heat to brush fingertips against. the silky smooth skin stretched over his cock felt almost comforting.

"my poor baby. you're nearly throbbing," voice dripping with some mixture of adoration and care, you felt his sharp inhale against your scalp once you cupped his balls into your hand, "i bet you're aching. you've been so sweet to me, can i help you feel better? is that what you need?"

the soft cooing broke him down much faster than he'd like to admit. bertholdt's voice cracked as he answered, "yes, please, baby."

it felt so normal, somehow, dropping to your knees in the middle of your kitchen.

"my needy boy. so good, using your manners..."

#sorry this took a min to get out 🫣😩 #attack on titan #aot #aot x reader #bertholdt x reader #bertholdt hoover

[darlinggeorgiedear]

Has Queen Mary had any other pregnancies after 6 children? And in royal custom, after too many births, sex between partners was forbidden by doctors? Did the same thing happen to Mary and George, or what method did Mary try to avoid getting pregnant? How did George react to this?

I've read a newspaper article around the time George became King, announcing Mary was pregnant. Obviously if this was true, she would have lost the baby.

Here is an interesting excerpt from George's letter to Mary after she discovered that she was pregnant with Bertie.

“What an infernal bore that nothing has happened yet . . . it is certainly very bad luck & not at all what we want just now, we are both quite agreed on that subject. And I thought everything was so safe & going so well . . . I was looking forward to spending such a happy winter with my sweet little Angel wife when all our functions &were over & we could enjoy ourselves & you strong & well & come out shooting with me & now all our hopes are dashed to the ground by this!!!” (Jane Ridley, Never a Dull Moment).

Funny, because I feel like Jane Ridley had a habit of trying to over examine George's true intentions over minor things, yet doesn't even try to explain "I thought everything was so safe & going so well", which in my opinion, was one of George's more loaded quotes.

Seems like to me that they had some sort of agreement on preventing pregnancy so they could spend the holidays together without Mary being pregnant (she was pregnant their first Christmas as a married couple with David).

George was not a virgin when he got married, so he would have been aware of ways to prevent babies. We can only imagine what those methods were since apparently they didn't work this time around, even though they were "careful" and apparently was seemly working for a bit ("going so well").

#king george v #george v #mary of teck #british royal family #brf

[what-if-queen-camilla]

A little secret - Chapter 5

15th January 1987

The little girl had light blonde hair and blue eyes, not as deep blue as hers but a bit brighter and more grey, like her fathers. She was about four or five years old and happily ran around the garden in her beautiful, summer dress with a delphinium pattern, her father's favourite flowers. "Mummy, Mummy!", she explained, boisterously jumping into her mother's arms. Camilla held her tightly so that she could feel the heartbeat of her darling little daughter, Sonia was her name. She had no idea where it came from, she just knew. Sonia. Like her grandmother who so tragically had died last year. Her grandmother, who… Camilla woke up with a start, drenched in sweat, her heart beating like mad, desperately gasping for breath. She switched on the little nightlight on her bedside table, sat up and took a sip of water to calm herself down a bit. Her hand had instinctively wandered to her belly and tenderly drew little circles around there, in order to soothe the baby, or maybe rather herself, but did that really make a difference? "Everything's alright…", Camilla insecurely whispered into the emptiness that almost seemed to take possession of her completely and all-consumingly. Suddenly, she felt so cold, almost freezing, and she wanted nothing more than to cuddle up to Charles, to feel his warmth both emotionally and physically. She was feeling so awfully lonely and scared… Sonia. Like her grandmother, who'd lived 86 years with rumours of speculations of whether she might or might not be the illegitimate child of Edward VII, as Sonia's mother, Camilla's great-grandmother, Alice, had been the late King's mistress - something no one in the family had ever been particularly proud of or was keen to talk about but of course Camilla was aware of this "connection", especially since some of her friends had found it incredibly amusing to tease her when he she had first fallen in love with Charles back in the early 70s. The rumours about Sonia being the secret love child of Alice and Bertie, as family and friends used to call him, weren't ever either denied or confirmed, personally, judging from how little fuss her grandmother herself had made about of it, she thought it wasn't true - however, with the sweet little baby she was carrying under her heart, it would, indeed, be true… and someday, someone would notice. If it was going to be a boy, what if he resembled him and people would ask questions? Or even worse… if it was a girl, the girl he had always wished for but never got… What if, one fine day, as a young woman, she was going to meet one of his sons, what if history was going to repeat itself once more,  what if this horrible family curse was going to go on and they’d fall in love? “That must never happen!”, she thought anxiously. She’d have to do everything she could to prevent that from happening… But could she really manage to break up with Charles, never see him again and also prevent the baby from ever randomly crossing his or any of his family’s paths? The very idea of having to tell him that she was pregnant again, lying to him that it was from Andrew, already broke her heart into a thousand pieces. She couldn’t do that. She couldn’t call him off, she couldn’t leave him… He needed her. And she had promised him to be there for him. What if it’d kill him? She couldn’t be the one taking the most wonderful, intelligent and “human” King from this country that it was ever going to see. She could not carry that burden. How was she supposed to explain that to the baby one day? Oh, what mess had she gotten herself into, what awfully cruel, greek tragedy? Perhaps… and the tears started to fall even before she had brought that thought to an end - perhaps it was best for everyone involved if this… problem… was going to solve itself. Perhaps doing everything to protect her little darling meant to let it go, to protect it from the cruelties and injustices of this world… 

“What do you mean, I can’t come?” To say Charles was upset as she turned down to see him on Friday, when he was going to have this day of engagements in Bath, was an understatement. He was furious. “I’m so sorry, darling, but… I really have to be with Annabel that day.”, she tried to talk her way out. “But why?”, he asked, more reproachfully than worried. “She hardly needs a babysitter, does she?” “Darling, she will need a helping hand!”, Camilla replied a bit harsher now than she had before. As if it wasn’t already hard enough without him reproaching her - but how could he have known?  “She… has to undergo a little surgery tomorrow. Nothing serious, you know, just a… women’s thing. And I’ve promised to help her.” “I see…”, he grumbled, obviously not happy but at least a bit more understanding. “Well, in that case I guess I can only… wish her all the best.” Camilla sighed and had to close her eyes for a moment in order to stop the tears which were already about to fall again. Goodness, this pregnancy was making her so bloody emotional. “Thank you, darling.”, she hissed. “That’s… greatly appreciated.” 

London, the next day

The white walls in the waiting area at the private hospital in London appeared just as dreary and cold as Camilla was feeling. They had, indeed, not asked any questions. They had just casually given her the next appointment available. Today, the 16th of January 1987. Her baby was 10 weeks now. 30 more and she could've held him or her in her arms… but it wasn't to be. She had made her decision and, God knew, it had been the hardest of her entire life. She loved this baby so much and wanted nothing more than to have him or her, hold them, cuddle and caress them and be them a loving mum. But it wasn't to be, not in this time and space, not like… that… Sighing her glance wandered across the magazines on the table in the middle of the waiting room; tabloids mainly, featuring gossip and rumours about members of the very family that would more or less be her baby's as well… One cover showed a sweet portrait of the "loving mother Diana" with her two sons, William and Harry, who'd be her baby's brothers. Another one showed both Their Majesties, The Queen and The Queen Mother - technically, her baby's grandmother and great-grandmother. What an utterly impossible, absurd thought. Hadn't it all been so bloody serious, she could've almost laughed about it. Besides the tabloids, there were also a couple of family and parenting  magazines and pregnancy booklets about what to eat and what not to eat during the pregnancy. One issue focused on the baby's development during the different stages. She couldn't help taking a look and felt just another stitch in her heart as she realised that this tiny little creature was actually a real human already with everything it'd need, eyes, teeth and then of course the little fingers… As the highlight of the 10th week, the booklet named the hearing of the baby's heartbeat, reading: "You may hear your baby's heartbeat on a fetal Doppler during your next prenatal visit. It's much faster than an adult heartbeat – it sounds like galloping horses." Camilla sighed. She had heard about this new technology from some of her friends who had had their babies after her but she had no idea that it was actually possible to hear the baby's heartbeat. This perfect, little, innocent heart… She felt a cold breeze running down her spine and tears filling her eyes again, and a wave of sickness overwhelmed her... 

#king charles #queen camilla #fanfic #fanfiction #royal family #royal baby

[mariana-oconnor]

The Beryl Coronet pt 2

We continue the tale of Mr Holder, who last time made an astonishingly bad sequence of decisions that ended in him accusing his son of theft and handing him over to the police.

And I definitely, in no way decided arbitrarily that other characters were guilty. There was evidence. I presented it.

Mary did fail the vibe check. Although I do sort of support her given that a) she was stealing from the state/the royal family, and it's not like they can't afford it b) apparently her uncle wants her to marry her cousin and c) I want her to break out of the conventional Victorian gentlewoman mould the narrative is painting her into.

Sure, if she's guilty, she's causing a national crisis, but really Bertie, Prince of Wales, did that already, she's just leading everyone else's dumb ideas to their inevitable conclusions. Can we really blame her for that?

Yes, we probably can. And it does seem likely that the (not at all an archfey) Sir George Burnwell may be manipulating her into it, which would detract from her agency in the matter.

I suppose it could still be Lucy the maid, but I still think it's more likely that Arthur is covering for Mary.

“She is of a quiet nature. Besides, she is not so very young. She is four-and-twenty.”

She is a baby.

Also, she doesn't go out and Sir George Burnwell has been around 'several times lately'. Yep.

But yeah, this does twist it more towards a 'Georgie has been manipulating and grooming a young sheltered girl' and less 'Mary is breaking out of her societal prison with a jewel heist.' Pity.

“Terrible! She is even more affected than I.”

Yeah, he took the jewels and ran off and left her.

Well, let's all hope he dies in a shipwreck.

"If his purpose were innocent, why did he not say so?” “Precisely. And if it were guilty, why did he not invent a lie?"

Guy's too damn honourable for his own good. Refuses to lie, refuses to condemn the woman he loves. It would be romantic if not for the whole... cousins sort of raised as siblings thing. She calls your father 'dad'... that's weird. Maybe not weird for the time. But it feels weird.

“What did the police think of the noise which awoke you from your sleep?” “They considered that it might be caused by Arthur's closing his bedroom door.” “A likely story! As if a man bent on felony would slam his door so as to wake a household."

I love how outraged Holmes is by this theory. The exclamation mark is perfect. Of course, the door might have been slammed by the wind, but then you wouldn't go and steal the gems immediately, you'd wait until you were sure people weren't getting up.

"Consider what is involved by your theory. You suppose that your son came down from his bed, went, at great risk, to your dressing-room, opened your bureau, took out your coronet, broke off by main force a small portion of it, went off to some other place, concealed three gems out of the thirty-nine, with such skill that nobody can find them, and then returned with the other thirty-six into the room in which he exposed himself to the greatest danger of being discovered. I ask you now, is such a theory tenable?"

I confess that the guilt of the banker's son appeared to me to be as obvious as it did to his unhappy father, but still I had such faith in Holmes' judgment that I felt that there must be some grounds for hope as long as he was dissatisfied with the accepted explanation.

Once you have jumped to a conclusion, any evidence to the contrary, no matter how ridiculous it may make your theory look, must be completely dismissed.

I'm not being fair. Caught holding the remains of the coronet is not a good look. But if they can't find the missing beryls, then clearly someone else must be involved at least.

Disregarding my presence, she went straight to her uncle and passed her hand over his head with a sweet womanly caress.

The phrase 'sweet womanly caress' upsets me on a fundamental level. But also it makes me really want Mary to be the villain of the piece. Like, I'm 90% sure that Burnwell has done a runner, but I want Mary to have set some part of this in motion just so she can scream and go a little feral, y'know, as a treat.

I kind of want her to catch up with Burnwell, maybe make sure the police catch him with one of the gems, then take the other two and go off on her own.

“But I am so sure that he is innocent. You know what woman's instincts are. I know that he has done no harm and that you will be sorry for having acted so harshly.”

Woman's instincts or... knowing he's innocent because you're the one who is guilty?

“You have a maid who has a sweetheart? I think that you remarked to your uncle last night that she had been out to see him?” “Yes, and she was the girl who waited in the drawing-room, and who may have heard uncle's remarks about the coronet.” “I see. You infer that she may have gone out to tell her sweetheart, and that the two may have planned the robbery.”

But why would Arthur protect the maid? Also, I feel like Mary is a little too eager to push the possibility of Lucy's guilt here. She adds that bit about the drawing-room all by herself. Yes, she seems concerned about Arthur, but still... she's very much been leaving all the breadcrumbs about Lucy.

Lucy makes sense as a suspect apart from why Arthur would be covering for her. Unless offpage they are having a romance, despite him having canonically proposed to Mary multiple times, then I just don't see that happening. But then we have also been told that canonically Mary dislikes Burnwell. There is clearly a secret romantic relationship somewhere in this tale. I'm inclined to think Burnwell (who has been noted as a wrong'un) rather than Lucy.

“Which key was used to open it?” he asked. “That which my son himself indicated—that of the cupboard of the lumber-room.”

If Mary locks up at night, she also has access to all the keys. Just saying.

“Then I will.” Holmes suddenly bent his strength upon it, but without result. “I feel it give a little,” said he; “but, though I am exceptionally strong in the fingers, it would take me all my time to break it."

Even Holmes, who once bent an iron poker back to straight again, cannot break off a part of the coronet on his own. So... struggle.

"I understand that you give me carte blanche to act for you, provided only that I get back the gems, and that you place no limit on the sum I may draw.”

Considering the sums of money involved in this story, I fear that Mr Holder is going to be left bankrupt even if he does recover the jewels. Buying them back might be the only way to recover them. But maybe he won't have to actually buy them, just pretend to be willing to buy them in order to lure Burnwell in. (I'm pretty sure Francis Prosper, the one-legged greengrocer is not involved, but I hope he and Lucy are happy).

He hurried to his chamber and was down again in a few minutes dressed as a common loafer. With his collar turned up, his shiny, seedy coat, his red cravat, and his worn boots, he was a perfect sample of the class.

And Holmes is in disguise again! Always fun to play dress up. I assume he is fact gathering in order to work out where Burnwell is and how to reach him to try to 'buy' the gems, but I have no idea why this particular disguise is the way to go.

I'm not sure how happily this can end, as the coronet itself has already been broken, so there is clear evidence of it having been tampered with. I fear that Bertie is going to have to have a little chat with his mother about this. Clearly it's going badly so far.

#Letters from Watson #Sherlock Holmes #The Beryl Coronet #long post

[an-honest-puck]

a collection of viewing notes and highlights from Back to the Tutor because I don’t have the time to liveblog while watching but I do have thoughts

(seems fitting that today's viewing notes and highlights are from a women-led MMNI cast!!! 🙌🏽 Happy International Women's Day, babes!!! &lt;;3)

ah yes, Back to the Tutor a.k.a. Dave's audition tape to be the next James Bond XD

jokes, what I mean is: ytg (yeah the girls) baybeeeee!!!!!!!!

ayo big ups to the cast on this one!!!!!! I was shocked to see so few people in the cast compared to other nights (pandemic times, amiright) but hot damn what a brilliant story they weaved together!!!!

listen, I am all for Laura Kirman and Lauren Shearing romcom supremacy my dudes (gender neutral)

their love story was so friggin sweet!!! their scene on the mini-golf course and the awkwardness afterwards was so accurate and so endearing!!

Laura seems like such a load of fun - her grandiose entrance and that note she hit??????? queen shit!!!!!! excited to see more of her shenanigans!!!

and Lauren plays endearing characters so well how can you not love her????? but she's also equally loveable when she's being cheeky and causing mischief lololol

Ellie trying to be mean was so funny to watch lolol

like, she really went from 0 to 100 when she insinuated that her character pushed a grandma down the stairs XDD

Anna (Laura): You're a nasty, nasty woman!

Louise (Ellie): *desperately trying to wrap up her story arc because it's almost the end of the movie* And I'm not gonna learn my lesson! :D

Dave is in absolutely fine form and yes, I mean that in all definitions XD Dave really said as the token male of the cast tonight, I will be playing the boytoy to be ogled at, and you all have full permission to address me as such lmaoooo we appreciate your sacrifice, sir o7 /half-joking

no but for real, the man has range!!!!!!!! we love to see it!!!!!

hypermasculine James Bond to flamboyant best friend/sidekick character???? that's ✨range✨ baby

Bryony does what she does best: play an elderly person XD if I had a dollar for every elderly person I've seen her play, I'd have two dollars. it's not much, but it is odd that it's happened twice lololol

an absolute cracker of a character!!! such sassy lines and brutal advice!!! 😂 her scenes with Hen (yes, a wild Henry Lewis appeared via Zoom!!!!! it was delightful!!!! he's bloody brilliant!!!!) were so friggin sweet too omg!!!! <3

and oh my days her character ending!!!!! 😭 also, she had so many good scenes??????? but like, all of them did!!!!!!!

actually, this whole movie hit all the emotional beats incredibly well, it was magic!!!!!!!

perhaps somewhat to the detriment of the cast, with Oscar/Jono breaking character twice as he keeps an eye on them 😅 (which, mind you, was very sweet to see)

we love that moment when everyone's trying to figure out what the scene should be, so no one's actually on stage XD

Bryony: *starts to run on stage as the camera cuts away*

Oscar: Pause! Pause! Pause! *head in hands*

*cut to Bryony, sprawled on the floor as if she's fallen down the 2 steps of the stage and Dave midway through entering the scene*

*cut back to Oscar*

Oscar/Jon, somewhat nervously as he cranes his head around to look at the stage: Are you ok, Bry?

*a beat*

Bryony, offstage and cool as you like: Yes.

Oscar: Ok, good! Yes, yes, we carry on the movie- we carry on the movie- I really worried then! I really thought that we got two minutes in- gotta change the cast, got another one down- but no! It's fine! It's fine!

there is one big downside to this movie, and that is the smoke machine- terrible scene partner, never expected in the scene, always coming in too strong, 0/10 performance lmaooo

Oscar: Pause. And I think we have enough time for a final moment of performance from Bertie, who's desperately trying to work out how to signal that he wants to speak.

Hen really said "I got this, fam" and proceeded to straight up just tell Bryony to leave the room LMAO

ayo also huge kudos to Yshani and Richard for sneaking Bond music in whenever Dave- sorry, James Bond was in the scene XD

Marcus (Dave): Sorry, gals, but I'm back, and I'm pretty tired now! Alright, here we go! *proceeds to lead everyone through a ridiculously Zumba/aerobics-esque high energy dance while still looking like the most energetic person in the room*

Oscar, laughing: Pause! What I love is that obviously, when there's a song, there's a really clear moment when the song ends and we know that the movie's over. But with a dance, it's much harder to find that moment! But they do find that moment, before- because Dave does look very tired!

Marcus, voice breaking halfway through the sentence: Don't you worry, gals, I've got plenty in the tank!

*cue the music getting faster and the dancing getting faster*

and then Dave does a freaking cartwheel on the spot XD (ngl, I rated it - perhaps not in technique but geez the man has springs in his limbs lol)

#mischief movie night in #mischief theatre #dave hearn #laura kirman #lauren shearing #bryony corrigan #ellie morris #jonathan sayer #back to the tutor #for real let's give it up for this cast because they did such an amazing job!!!!!! <3 #much respect and love to 'em #oh and i guess technically #henry lewis #was there too haha #soz for the terrible quality gif but i just wanted to appreciate dave's acrobatics lol #that move wasn't quite a round-off but very easily could've been with a bit more space #but also if he wasn't so tired i swear that could be a proper hand spring lol #day says hey