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frankenbolt · 2 years

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What were the loveliest or most positive moments from your visit to the plague country?

Any parts where I was able to see my frands (lol you scamp).

So some of the things I liked about this visit.

- Arguing with @casualjster in Target over the obscene amount of popcorn variations. (YOU DON'T NEED THAT MANY. IT'S TOO MUCH, THERE ONLY NEEDS TO BE FOUR).

- Looking at all the cute houses in DC with @casualjster and @eldritch-corgi and daydreaming about what colours we'd paint our own.

- Making @casualjster and @eldritch-corgi watch both Venom movies and having @casualjster realize just what is so gosh darn cool about them.

- Going to the DC zoo with @casualjster and @eldritch-corgi and the latter talking about all the behind the scenes Bug gossip.

- Buying a shockingly reasonably priced Frog plushie, who is now called Xavier.

- @nooby-banana picking me up from the airport in Orlando and despite the fact you (@bifrostedgalaxy had to do online job training), it was nice to spend some quiet downtime with them. Because we haven't really hung out just me and them before. I like to think I know them a little better now! And binging Watcher content was the best bonding experience, I think.

- ENGLISH MUFFINS ARE JUST CRUMPETS THAT HAVEN'T BEEN CUT IN HALF, WAKE UP SHEEPLE.

- Chicken Guy and his many wonderful inappropriate sauces.

- @megkatsallday finally unleashing Chistopher Walken's hideous knees. D:

- Watching Mac and Me and @megkatsallday, the human sound board of reaction noises.

- Watching Mac and Me again when @upperstories joined the fun. Pretty Nice~

- Going to Cocktails and Screams and getting absolutely roasted by the witch serving fortunes and our drinks.

- The brief dance break before leaving.

- I don't care what the online reviews say, Oregan Trail the Card game was FUN.

-Watching the Venom movies with you Florida people and pausing 2 to gush about my OTP irl when you had no way of escaping was a powerful moment.

- The godsend of having @megkatsallday come to my rescue in Glendale to take me to dinner...

All the best things that happened on this cursed trip happened because I had you guys there for a brief moment in time. I was happy and you all respected and practiced plague safety so I felt safe.

Found Family is real ya'll. :heart:

#frands

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angstmongertina · 4 years

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A Holiday Medley: Winter Wonderland

Part 2/3 (the last one for now but keep an eye out in the future) of my Secret Santa gift for @corgi-shepard! I may or may not have replayed Regency Love for this. Hope this is IC for your character (because I couldn’t just ASK, you know)!

December dawned over Cambridgeshire, as it so often did in the English countryside, in cold and grey. The leaves had long since fallen in the brisk cold wind, leaving bare branches and strewn brown across the grass. Clouds hung, dark and bulging, over the land, bringing occasional torrents of rain but nothing more.

To Mrs. Elizabeth Graham, formerly Miss Kaye of Hertfordshire, however, the weather was hardly a deterrent. In fact, it was a commonly established index of the neighboring families that, if Mr. and Mrs. James Graham were not seen out, either arm in arm or, on those rare days when the rain or wind proved too strong even for Mrs. Graham’s sensibilities, within the comfortable interior of their carriage, the weather was not safe for any to venture into.

Indeed, it was not uncommon to find the lady out on her own, running errands while her husband managed the matters of their estate. And as the days grew ever shorter, the more frequent were her visits, for fabrics and cloth, furniture and food, with all deliveries accompanied by an insistence that her husband was not to find out.

The shopkeeps, knowing of her intentions and her impending visitors, smiled and said nothing.

Morning dawned in a light dusting of white. A military man through and through despite his most recent months of civilian life, James awoke at dawn, though, as was true every morning, he did not so much as let himself stir until slumber released his wife. As she awakened, she, as was tradition, raised a teasing eyebrow at her husband, lips pursed in a show of disapproval.

“Mr. Graham, have you no thoughts of propriety? What would the maids say if they saw you here?”

She received a lazy smirk. “No doubt the same thing they think every morning, my dear. Either admiring my exemplary physique—”

A most unladylike snort escaped her lips.

“Or impressed at how serious their masters are towards their duty in producing an heir.”

Hiding a smile, she slapped him gently on the shoulder. “Certainly, they couldn’t think anything scandalous when there are so many generous interpretations.”

“Of course not. My wife? Scandalous? Perish the thought.”

She rolled her eyes, relenting as he kissed her, slow and languid, though she knew full well that she couldn’t have stopped held back her laughter if she tried. “Oh, certainly not, especially if they saw that display. Perish indeed.” She shook her head, still with that silly grin tugging on the corners of her mouth. “Now if you’re quite done, I believe we have a busy day today.”

At that, he groaned with all the theatrics of a stage performer and she offered him an arch look. “Has civilian life spoilt you so, that you have such difficulty rising after the winter sun?”

He laughed, rich and clear. “Perhaps that’s it. Or perhaps it is nothing to due with that but rather due to the irresistible Mrs. Graham?” When she simply raised another skeptical eyebrow, he groaned again, turning to glare at the sky as though he thought he could intimidate the sun back below the horizon if he stared hard enough.

The next minute, however, he was on his feet, practically throwing the blanket off of her bed in his eagerness. She yelped, pulling it back over herself before the rest of the warmth could escape, but he hardly seemed to notice as he rushed toward the window, evidently all of his previous complaints about the time or the chill put out of his mind.

“James?”

When he failed to respond, instead standing, almost transfixed, she forced herself to her feet, biting back a curse at the sudden chill, and made her way to his side, before gasping in delight.

Everything she could see was white. Snowflakes filled the air, swirling in the light breeze and covering the trees and remnants of autumn in a layer of soft powder. Farther in the distance, the forest too was blanketed in snow, pristine and untouched.

Overnight, it seemed, the countryside had been transformed.

She was not entirely surprised when James fairly rushed through his morning routine, rushing her all the while. In fact, it seemed as though she had barely been dressed and settled herself at her desk before he was entreating her to join him for an errand in town before settling to break their fast.

His grin told her, even before his actions, that it was naught more than an excuse to explore the wilderness. Then again, if she were to be perfectly honest with herself, she knew her husband well enough that she wouldn’t have expected anything else… and herself well enough to admit that if he had not, she would have made the same suggestion.

In fact, given the speed with which her maid was able to assist her into a gown more appropriate for the elements, it seemed even their servants had been expecting the excursion, and also had given up requesting that she limit her activity in what they would consider inclement weather.

Properly attired, she found him awaiting her arrival in the foyer, looking somewhat as though he would pace a hole into the floor if she had delayed any longer. As it was, she barely had time to put on her gloves before he was leading her outside.

In the snowy morning, there was hardly a soul to be seen, something that suited the pair of them just as well. The white expanse lay open and unblemished, save for their tracks as they laughed and floundered through the snow, sometimes she in the lead and sometimes he, but always hand in hand.

When they had first moved to Cambridgeshire and the estate that had once been his family’s, the path to town had been strange to traverse. Both overly reminiscent of their walks to Darlington and yet just different enough to be disorienting, the walk proved to be at once a source of homesickness and a reminder of how far from her childhood home she was.

Walking through, hand in hand with James, however, the familiarity was a comfort. The road passed over rolling hills and snow-covered woods, not so different from the path to Darlington that they had taken strolls down, those quiet, warm days, that she had traversed more times than she could count. In fact, if she stopped, she could almost imagine herself, accompanied by her parents. Or not she and her parents, but instead, she, James, and…

“Elizabeth?”

His voice pulled her from her reverie, where she had been so absorbed that she did not realize she had fallen behind, lingering over the view in her mind’s eye. She smiled, shaking her head at his questioning look and brushing her hand over a low-hanging branch, watching as the snow fell softly to the ground.

“You have been in a contemplative mood as of late, my dear.”

“Indeed, and for good reason,” she returned, deliberately evasive, and tilted her face towards the still-falling snow, hiding a smile at the brief frustration that crossed his mien.

“And what contemplation has so possessed my wife that she must answer with such evasiveness?” He raised an eyebrow, a teasing look replacing the frustration on his face. “Have I lost my ability to hold her attention so quickly?”

She laughed. “Certainly not. I am merely considering what differences there will be to grow up here rather than in Hertfordshire.” When he appeared still to be puzzled, she took his hand, eyes dancing. “Though, I must admit I am also wondering whether your interest will soon be captured by someone else far more than by his poor mother.”

Gratification flooded her system at the indignation suffusing his face. “Hardly! The only possibility of that would be…”

As his expression shifted with his slowly dawning realization, she giggled, watching confusion, understanding, surprise, and then finally joy dance across his visage. “Mother?”

The word was uttered so softly that she could scarcely hear him. When she nodded, however, he whooped, enough that a nearby flock of birds took offense, fluttering into the air with cries of displeasure.

She laughed with him, which abruptly became a shriek as he wrapped his arms around her, lifting her bodily off her feet and twirling her in a circle. Pressed against him, she could feel his laughter in his chest, the joy that radiated out in waves.

His eyes glinted as he set her back on her feet, shining with a thousand different emotions, and his voice was hoarse when he spoke again. “This is the happiest day of my life.”

Smirking and carefully disguising her own breathlessness, she raised an eyebrow. “I would never have guessed.”

His laughter echoed through the trees, much at odds with the mock dismay on his features as he stepped closer, shaking his head. “So impudent. What would our daughter think?”

She raised her chin, though she knew perfectly well that it did nothing to hide her wide smile at his words. “No doubt our son would believe that his mother is a scamp and a scoundrel who is very fortunate indeed to have caught the eye of a proper captain to provide her with at least some level of respectability?”

“Or that she and her father are both lucky to have such a clever, spirited, and beautiful woman in their lives?”

She huffed a laugh when he stepped closer still, a gloved hand cupping her cheek as he pressed his forehead to hers. “Flatterer.”

“Only the best for the mother of my child.”

“And your wife?”

“That too.”

She laughed again, though it was soft, more affectionate than teasing, and let her eyes flutter closed as their lips met, warm and gentle and slow. Of joy and wonder and promise.

For a long moment, they stood still, relishing the moment, before she cleared her throat. He started with a chuckle and bowed, offering his arm.

With a laugh of her own, she accepted it and they resumed walking, arm in arm, down the serene, snow-covered path.

#regency love #James Graham #James Graham/MC #regency love fic #Tina writes stuff.

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scampthecorgi · 6 months

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You’re the head of the team, Zero!

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mapletheleonberger · 9 months

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Maple turned 10 years old today! Double digits for this little lady!

Happy birthday, Maple!!

#maple the leonberger #dog #leonberger #birthday #scamp the corgi #Rufus the golden retriever #pet #pets #animal #animals #corgis #dogs #cute #adorable

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itsalliepg · 4 years

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What Happened in Vegas - Drake x Erika (MC) - Part 6

SUMMARY: Erika (MC) is trying not to overthink about her pregnancy, but how long can she handle it?

PAIRING: Drake x Erika (MC)

RATING: Teen

WORDS: 1240

NOTE: English isn’t my native language. I write to practice and learn, so please sorry any mistakes. I hope you like it, and if you do, I’d appreciate if you like/comment/reblog!

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The following days were some of the best of Erika’s life. She and Drake were happier than ever and enjoyed her pregnancy as much as possible. She had never seen Drake so excited before. He already told her a bunch of things he wanted to do with the baby, he bought some clothes and told Erika the names he liked. They agreed that if it was a boy Erika would name him and if it was a girl, Drake would choose. And they agreed they wanted a surprise, and would wait for the birth to know if they would have a boy or a girl. Erika didn’t have time to think about the paterenting issue. The happiness she was living with Drake blocked everything.

The day they would see the baby on the ultrasound was the happiest. They woke up early and had breakfast together, talking and laughing all the time. Together, they went to the doctor’s office, anxious for the exam but also enjoying every moment together. When the doctor finally showed them the baby, their reaction was the translation of joy, with tears and grins.

_Look at our baby, Erika, it’s amazing!

_Sleeping with the hands in the face, so adorable – she squeezed Drake’s hand.

_Do you want to know if it’s a boy or a girl? – the doctor asked.

_No! We want a surprise! – Erika giggled.

_Really? – the doctor smiled – many couples can’t control the curiosity like you. And I know the press would love to know!

_Yes, we know. And we’ve talked a lot about it – Drake answered – but it’s an important moment for us and we want to preserve ourselves the most we can. Our kids will have enough exposition being the crown heirs.

_I understand. But you have a healthy baby, everything is fine. Too bad it’s covering the face, we can’t see if it looks like daddy or mommy – suddenly, Erika felt a chill in her stomach. If the baby didn’t look like Drake, she wouldn’t know what to do. Maybe the baby covering its face was a good thing. But until when she would live like this? Would she wait the baby to be born with blue eyes? No! Drake is the father! This baby has no blue eyes!

_Williams, are you okay? – Drake asked in the car when he noticed how distracted his wife had been since they left the doctor.

_Uh? I’m okay, Drake.

_Are you sure?

_Yeah – Drake raised an eyebrow.

_Are you upset because we couldn’t see the face of our baby? – he fondly stroked her hair, and she finally looked at him. Erika had never seen Drake so caring and sweet before. He didn’t deserve this. If she could go back in time, she would never have asked him for that last fling. Erika just smiled and lied.

_Actually…yes. I was hoping we could see what our baby looks like. Guess we’ll have to wait now – she leaned her head on his shoulder, and cursed herself for not being able to look into his eyes as she said that.

_I know. I was eager too, but at least we know we have a healthy, cute baby – he stroked her tummy – oh, hey. Savannah is coming to visit us with Bartie and Bertrand – he showed the text on his phone.

_Great. It’s been a long time since I saw Bartie! I miss him – she thought it would be a good way to pass the time and get distract from her thoughts. When they got home, Bertrand, Savannah and Bartie were waiting for them in the living room. Bartie immediately smiled when he saw Erika.

_Look who’s here, sweetie! – Savannah led her son to her sister-in-law, who took him in her arms.

_I missed you too, little guy – Erika kissed his forehead – oh, your mommy and daddy too, of course.

_I’m glad you remembered we’re in the same room, Erika – Bertrand smiled.

_We miss you and Drake too, which is why the four of us decided to come visit you – Savannah revealed, Erika and Drake looked at each other, grimacing.

_The four of us? – the Duke of Valtoria asked, and they heard footsteps from within.

_Erika! Drake! Sorry, Tucker and Gigi called me to play and I couldn’t say no – Maxwell walked over to them carrying the corgis in his arms. Erika would have passed out if she hadn’t been holding Bartie.

_M-Maxwell? I wasn’t expecting you here… - she stammered.

_I was visiting my nephew and decided to come when Savannah said they were coming here – he widened his eyes – what, is this a problem?

_No, of course not, Maxwell. I’m just…surprised.

_What he’s doing is trying to make Bartie like him more than me – Drake messed with Maxwell’s hair.

_It’s not my fault I’m the funny uncle – Maxwell punched Drake’s arm playfully. Erika was still trying to assimilate everything, so she handed Bartie to Savannah and sat down on the couch, slowly.

_Erika, are you fine? – she asked.

_Yeah, I’m just hungry. We just got back from the doctor and I need to eat something.

_I’m going to ask Gemma to serve us tea – Drake kissed her quickly and went to talk to the maid.

_We also brought the invitation to our wedding – Bertrand reached for the envelope, but Savannah cut him off.

_We can talk about it later. Now I want to know about my nephew! How did things go?

_Great – Drake said, entering the room and sitting next to Erika – our baby is beautiful and healthy.

_Boy or girl?

_We want a surprise, Savannah – Erika smiled.

_Oh, God, really? I couldn’t wait for the moment I went to the doctor and I found out I had a boy! – the group giggled – and we have a mini Erika or a mini Drake?

_We couldn’t see. The little scamp covered its face with its hands and we couldn’t see it – Drake said.

_No kidding? Mom said I used to do the same when she was pregnant! – Maxwell exclaimed. Erika felt her senses disappear again, but she held on.

_R-really? – she asked.

_Yeah, mom used to tell it often – Bertrand informed – she could only see Maxwell’s face on the last exam. We used to think he would be shy, how naive we were.

_Well, I think this is my bond with this baby, and the proof that I have rights to him – Maxwell said seriously, not contributing to Erika’s feeling better – because he’s my nephew too, since I consider Erika my sister! – he grinned.

_Don’t you consider me a brother? – Drake asked.

_I thought you wouldn’t like it, but since you insist, you’re my brother too, Drake – Maxwell got up, and Drake held up his arms.

_That’s enough, you don’t need to hug me.

_Oh, Drake, just this baby to make you softer – Savannah laughed, and the group went into the dining room for tea. The rest of the afternoon was a torment for Erika. The only thing she remembered from the conversation was that Savannah and Bertrand wanted her to be maid of honor and Drake would be the best man. The revelation about Maxwell took away all the peace she was trying to build in those days. No, he wasn’t the father! Drake was the father! Drake was the father!

Somehow, that wasn’t enough. Just thinking positive wasn’t enough. What was done, was done. And she couldn’t go back in time as much as she wanted.

#the royal romance #drake walker #drake x mc #drake x erika #fanfic #choices fanfic #choices #playchoices

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