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missameliep · 1 month ago

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WIP Wednesday Thursday (05/12/2024)

Thanks for the tag @peonierose - I loved the WIps you shared :)

I haven't been writing much these past days, but I have some things to share. I'll share one unnamed WIP for Wake the Dead and two for different Desire & Decorum series.

Wake the Dead (Unnamed one-shot)

Malia’s fingers ache. They ache from the cold water she’s using to scrub the dirt and grease out of them. There’s nothing one can do about it. At least the winter was gone. It could be worse. Her fingers ache, but she is grateful to have water running. Gelid and sunset-colored as it is. The water falls, swirls and disappears down the drain carrying with it the black foam. Her hands were never this dirty. A mix of ancient rust and dark grease that didn’t come out when she wiped her palms against the worn out legs of the jeans. Water, soap and a brush were insufficient to wipe them clean. The dirt remained under her fingernails and the small cuts all over the skin of her palms were painted black. Her fingers ache because she scrubs too hard. The contact of the stiff plastic of the bristles against her bruised skin is painful. Small cuts spread all over her fingers and palms looking like small black rivers in a map, joining the mounts formed by old callous. The fingerless gloves, essential to conserve the grip, did nothing to protect them from the cold or sharp edges. Her fingers ache, but she will not complain. They reached the zombie-infested lodge and are turning into a colony. More than that. Olympus is still an idea. It only exists in their imagination. With their hands and the sweat running down their faces, they’ll bring it to life. They are building a dream. They are building a dream together.

2. A snippet from the third part of Once Upon a Summer (Desire & Decorum AU)

His words made Elizabeth’s lips stretch into a warm smile and the stern librarian shush him, even though his voice was barely above a whisper and there was nobody else but them in that section of the library. Raising his hands in a placating sign, Hamid turned around and pretended to read Elizabeth’s notes until the sharp click of shoes soles indicated the woman had returned to her seat behind the desk at the entrance. On the page, the notes were neat, organized and colourful; Elizabeth’s handwriting was unsurprisingly pretty, the cursive style flowing in soft round curves; unlike his. Compared to hers, his looks like vines growing in the walls of his family’s home, unruly claiming the spaces, twining around the lines, meandering beyond the margins. While some might call it messy unreadable scrawls, he prefers the term “unconventional cursive”. It’s not his fault the speed with which his thoughts flood his brain make it challenging for his hand to keep up. And how unnecessary to work on improving this skill when he can easily have access to a computer whenever arises the need of a perfectly readable text. Elizabeth’s attentive gaze followed his, while he observed her notes and took in every object in that desk, visible traces of her, and the silence stretched far too long. “You never told me your name,” he whispered close to her ear, then leaned back onto his own seat. He knew her name, obviously; she probably knows that he knows it. Nonetheless, she fled before introducing herself; it’s past time for rectifying that. Maybe she’d even provide enough information about their previous encounter. “It’s Elizabeth Foredale,” she replied without looking at him, and his fingers itched to capture a lock of her long curly hair to play with. “But my friends can call me Liz,” she added with a hint of a smile. Liz. Only three letters, but they’re enough to widen his smile. “Can I call you Liz?” Elbow propped on the desk, her chin rested on a palm, and she slowly turned her face towards his. A lingering gaze on his face, her green eyes beautifully trained on his, stealing his breath away. Mimicking her position, he let his chin rest on a palm too, and his expectations drew him closer. “It’s up to you...” she whispered back.

3. And the last one is a snippet for Chapter 26 of Second Chances (Desire & Decorum Modern AU):

Neither the brightness, the rain nor the shift of the mattress seemed to have disturbed Hamid’s peaceful slumber. Rolling over to the side and seeing his face stole her will to get out of bed; praying it would take a long time for him to wake up. If it wasn’t creep, she would stay there facing him until he did. Lying on his side, his left arm was bent, and his hand was touching his forehead over the pillow. His black jumbled hair contrasted with the whiteness of the pillowcase, and a few locks fell to his forehead, and it was hard to resist the urge to run her fingers and pull them back to place. Mouth slightly parted, his shapely lips were framed by the dark shadow of his growing stubble. Long dark lashes almost touching his cheeks, and not a hint of dark circles or bags under his eyes. It wasn’t surprising that he conserved a serene demeanour while sleeping, but she never anticipated he could look this handsome after a night like this. The most beautiful man in the world... Elizabeth never regretted not taking the time to learn how to draw or paint until this morning. If she had the skills, she would immortalize this image of Hamid. Especially those tempting lips. Lips that she got to kiss hours ago. The memories alone warm her, setting her cheeks on fire. “You’re staring at me.” Hamid spoke with a hoarse sleepy voice, his eyes still closed. “Are you thinking about kissing me awake?”

Tagging a few of my fav writers if you'd like to share something you're working on: @princess-geek @lorirwritesfanfic @rosesnink @jerzwriter @lilyoffandoms @storyofmychoices and whoever who feels like sharing something :)

#wip thursday #my wips #playchoices #choices wake the dead #choices desire and decorum #desire & decorum #desire & decorum AU #wake the dead #my writing #choices fanfic

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princess-geek · 1 month ago

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Lady Beatrice Foredale

by @lilyoffandoms

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#choices stories you play #desire and decorum #desire and decorum mc #oc: beatrice foredale #desire & decorum #choices desire and decorum #playchoices

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ladylamrian · 22 days ago

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Female Main Character: Clara Sinclaire

Pairing: F!MC×Ernest Sinclaire (married)

Summary: Countess Clara of Edgewater takes her lovely horse, Belle out for a ride 🐎

Word Count: 3.2K words

Rating: General (Fluff, Adventure, Rescue)

Warnings: none (Injury)

Choices Fanfiction Taglist: @lilyoffandoms ; @secretaryunpaid ; @blackcatkita ; @infactnoimmasitinthemiddle ; @peonierose ; @jdstar88 ; @hopelessromantic1352 ; @tessa-liam ; @mxdanni ; @rosepetals1 ; @stars-are-within-me ; @dutifullynuttywitch ; @artbyalz ; @bri1234 ; @loreofyore ; @choicesficwriterscreations ; ... [I shortened my Taglist because my Readers wanted to be tagged for Nightbound. For the next D&D fanfictions (if there will ever be ones), nobody gets tagged unless requested] ; @choicesdecember2024 (Prompt: Home)

Comments via Reblog wholeheartedly welcome

Author's Note: Please have mercy on me since it's my very first Desire & Decorum fanfiction. If I ever write again for this book, I won't tag anyone unless it is requested. Inform me!!!

"I'm heading out for a ride.", his wife informed him as she climbed on the back of her horse, named Belle.

Ernest's expression softened. He knew just how much she cherished these moments with the mare.

"Very well, my dear. But promise me you'll be careful. Belle can be quite spirited."

"Oh, my dear and loving husband. Don't you believe in Team Clara-Belle?", she winked.

Ernest chuckled warmly at her playful remark.

"Of course I do, my love. I have the utmost faith in your skills with that steed. I just happen to like you in a single piece."

"Sure."

With a nod, he released her hand and called put to be safe.

"Be careful. And pat Belle on the nose for me."

Ernest watched her leave. His heart swelled with a mixture of love and worry. He hoped that Clara, with her spirited nature, stayed safe on her ride.

Countess Clara of Edgewater mounted on Belle. Next to her, other ladies on their horses, all eager and excited for a playful race in nature. The soft grass beneath them rustled gently, and the horses seemed to share in their enthusiasm. Clara's eyes glittered with a hint of mischief.

"Ready for a race, ladies?"

Everyone nodded, their horses pawing the ground in anticipation, which made Clara even more excited. She patted Belle's neck affectionately.

"Ready for a race, my girl. We'll show them the power of Clara-Belle."

When the little race finally started, all the horses lurched forward, moving as one. Each rider gripped the reins tightly. Clara, with her intimate knowledge of Belle's speed and the terrain, took the lead. The wind whipped through her brown locks.

The other ladies do their best to catch up, but Clara and Belle are a force to be reckoned with. Clara's skillful guidance and confidence created a seamless bond between woman and horse which propelled them further ahead with each stride.

The young countess laughed heartily, the feeling of triumph rushing through her veins. She patted Belle's neck as they continued to pull further ahead.

Clara glanced over her shoulder and smiled, seeing how far she and Belle had pulled away from the others. The wind rushed past her ears as she called out to her horse.

"We're leaving them in the dust, aren't we, girl? We're Team Clara-Belle, after all. Fast and strong."

Belle nickered in agreement, her strides became even more vigorous as if spurred on by her rider's excitement. The horse's powerful muscles rippled under her, propelling them further and further from the rest of the group.

Clara her focus on guiding Belle, suddenly felt a shift in the horse's stride. Before she could fully process what was happening, Belle let out a sharp whinny and stumbled slightly to the side.

"Belle?!!"

Clara's heart skipped a beat as she frantically tried to regain control, but it was too late. Belle's stumbling turned into a fall, and in a moment of panic, Clara was sent flying from the saddle, landing hard on the grass some distance away.

The rider's body ached from the impact, the shock of the fall left her breathless. She lay there for a moment, trying to assess the damage, but her focus was quickly diverted by a sound that chilled her to the bone... Belle's panicked whinny.

Clara's heart raced as she turned her head and discovered Belle struggling to get up. The beautiful mare twisted her ankle. Her hind legs buckled whenever she tried to put weight on them. Clara, despite her pain, stood up and slowly approached her horse.

"Belle, my girl..."

Belle still whinnied in pain as Clara approached. The animal's brown eyes were wide and filled with fear. It attempted to move but couldn't. The injury was preventing her from standing, let alone moving. Clara's heart aches for her beloved steed. Her hands trembled as she gently touched Belle's injured leg.

"Oh no! My poor Belle..."

A mixture of worry and pain as the young woman examined the injury. Her horse whimpered in response, clearly distressed and in pain. Clara knew that she couldn't move Belle on her own. Belle was too big and too distressed. Panic began to creep into the mind of the young countess as she searched around, hoping for anyone to pass by and help. But the area remained empty and silent. Her face was pale with fear. The realization of their predicament sank in. They're alone, some distance from the estate away. Both were unable to ride and unable to walk back. The only sound was Belle's soft, pain-filled whinnies, echoing through the quiet landscape.

Clara gently placed her shaking hand on Belle's neck, trying to soothe the frightened animal.

"It's going to be alright, girl. We'll find a way."

But the words felt hollow, filled with fear instead of reassurance. For a moment, they sat in silence. The horse's soft breaths were the only sound. The wind had picked up, the chill biting cold against their exposed skin. Clara already shivered in her thin riding clothes. They were miles away from any shelter, and the temperature was dropping rapidly. The thought of spending the night outdoors, injured and exposed, was more than a little frightening. But she pushed that fear down, focusing instead on the hope that someone would find them before nightfall.

When Clara tried to stand, she winced as her sore body protested. It was clear that the fall had left her with bruises and possible injuries, but she still pushed through the pain, gritting her teeth as she rose to her feet. She glanced at Belle and her heart broke at the sight of the helpless horse.

Clara looked around, trying to find something, anything they could use for shelter. The terrain was empty and flat, with no trees or buildings in sight. The wind gusted again, and she shivered, feeling how the coldness had already begun to seep through her clothes. The horse growing restless and agitated by the minute.

The woman sat back down next to Belle, trying to think of a solution. But the coldness was making her head fuzzy, and the pain in her body slowly clouded her thoughts. She wrapped her arms around herself, attempting to keep warm, and huddled closer to her horse for warmth.

"Ernest was right. I should have been more careful."

She let out a small, bitter laugh, and small tears welled up her eyes. Her fingers trembled slightly from the cold. She leaned her head closer against Belle, feeling the horse's soft fur. Trying to soothe herself, to think of a way out of this mess. The sound of the wind howling around them and it was getting darker.

Hours passed slowly, and the night was drawing closer. Clara was exhausted, her body ached and her mind fuzzy. The coldness now had settled deep into her bones, despite the small comfort that Belle's presence provided. The pain in her ankle, coupled with the soreness from the fall, made her breathing ragged. They're in the middle of nowhere, hurt, hungry, thirsty and exhausted.

Suddenly, the sound of horse steps was heard, which caught Clara's attention. She looked up, her heart fluttered with a mixture of hope and anxiety. The steps seemed to get closer, but the darkness made it hard to see anything. The injured lady strained her eyes, trying to make out the form of the approaching guests in the darkness. The wind howled around her, which masked the sound a bit, and for a moment, she was not even sure if it was her mind playing tricks on her or if someone was coming.

It took a little moment until Clara's eyes widened, discovering a figure on horseback approaching. She tried to get to her feet, but her ankle protested making her stumble. So she waved one arm and shouted desperately, trying to get the person's attention.

"Here! Over here!! Help!!"

The mysterious rider seemed to have noticed the movement and guided its horse in their direction, getting closer as the seconds passed.

As the rider approached closer, Clara could just make out the familiar features and stature. It was her husband, Mister Ernest Sinclaire, Master of Ledford. The young man looked panicked. His face filled with worry as he dismounted from his horse and rushed towards her and Belle.

"My Clara!!"

"Ernest?"

Ernest dropped to his knees beside Clara, his eyes scanning her body for any signs of serious injury. His hands moved gently over her skin, checking for wounds as his voice was filled with worry.

"My love, my sweet, my darling, my Clara, are you hurt?"

"How did you find us?"

Mister Sinclaire ran a hand through his soft hair, his expression tense, but a hint of relief in his blue eyes. He glanced at Belle before answering.

"When you didn’t return for dinner, I knew something was wrong. The ladies informed me about your sudden disappearance and looked worried. I saddled my horse and came searching for you."

"Oh Ernest..."

Her husband pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly against his chest. His voice was soft but filled with worry and relief.

"My love, you foolish girl. You could have been hurt, or worse..."

"I'm sorry."

Ernest pulled back slightly, looking at her face. His heart nearly broke at the sight of her tired, bruised face. His hand raised to cradle her cheek with a gentle touch.

"I'm not angry, my love. I'm just so relieved you're safe. But promise me, promise me you'll be more careful from now on."

"I promise."

The young man gave her a soft smile, pressing a gentle kiss against her forehead. He held her a moment longer before standing up, moving to check on Belle. The horse whimpered as he touched her. The injury was indeed painful.

He examined the injury with a serious expression. Running his hand gently over Belle's leg, checking the swelling and the stability of the joint. He looked up at Clara, his mouth set in a grim line.

"It's sprained at the very least. The poor thing is in pain."

"How will we get her home?"

He glanced at the horses and it took a silent moment until an idea slowly formed up in his mind. He knew it was not ideal, but they didn't have many options.

"My love, you ride my horse, and I'll walk. We'll have to build a travois. With branches and rope, we might be able to make something that can support Belle's weight without further hurting her leg. Me and my horse will pull the travois with Belle on it."

And with that, Ernest Sinclaire began to look around, hunting for long enough sticks and searching for rope or cloth that could serve as a support. The night was fully set, the stars their only light source in the pitch-black field.

As he worked, he glanced over at his wife, trying to keep his worry at bay. Clara's face was drawn with exhaustion, and he knew she was holding on by a thread. The travois needed to be done quickly. The sooner they could move, the better.

Eventually, Ernest managed to gather enough sticks and found some rope in his horse's saddle bag. With determination, he set work on building the travois, tying the sticks together and making sure they were sturdy enough to support Belle's weight.

As the travois slowly took shape, he looked up to see that Clara had managed to mount his horse, holding the reins with stiff, trembling hands. A wave of worry washed over him again at the sight of her. She should be resting, not worrying about all this.

When the man tied the final knots on the travois, he approached to his brown-colored horse and Clara. His voice gentle but firm as he spoke.

"Love, I need you to ride slowly and carefully. Belle's on a travois behind us and will be uncomfortable. You cannot jostle her too much. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Ernest."

His heart broke at the exhaustion in her voice. He wished he could take away all the pain and worry, but they were still far from safe. He reached up, gently touching her knee.

"Clara, I know you're tired, believe me, I know. But we have no other option but to keep moving. We will rest once we're back home, once we've got you and Belle safe. Just hold on a little while longer."

"You're walking? Are you sure?"

"Yes, love. I'll walk beside you. It won't slow us down that much. And you need the rest more than I do. Just let me guide the horse while you hang on, alright?"

He took the reins and led his horse forward, gently encouraging the animal to step forward. The travois with Belle on it follows, its wheels making a soft grating sound on the rough ground.

As the party slowly began to move. The only sounds were the soft huffing breaths of the horses, the crunch of the wheels on the ground, and Belle's soft whimpers. Clara's eyes were half-lidded with exhaustion, her body trembled with the cold and the exhaustion.

Ernest was also tired and focused on walking. He knew Clara and Belle were both injured and exhausted, and that every step was a challenge, but he pushed forward. When he glanced back at Clara, he saw how she was struggling to stay awake and on the horse.

"Love, you need to stay awake, you cannot sleep on the horse. Not yet. Just a little bit longer, I promise you'll sleep in a nice warm bed once we're back."

"I'm worried about Belle."

"I know, my love. So am I. But we're getting closer to the estate with every step. Sir Luke Harper will take perfect care of Belle. Soon, you can both rest. Almost there..."

Minutes, hours, a lifetime seemed to pass. But eventually, the familiar sight of Edgewater estate came into view. The buildings were faintly lit in the distance, and relief flooded through Ernest's chest. They made it. They're safe. He glanced back at Clara, a small smile on her face too.

When they reached the stables, he took the horses into their boxes, then turned back to Clara, helping her down from the saddle and supporting her tired body.

The man pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly against his chest.

"My love, you did great. You're safe now. We're home."

"Ernest, my love... You saved us."

He held her close, his arms tight around her. He rested his chin on the top of her head, his exhaustion finally caught up with him. He could see the other staff running out to help, but for a moment he just held Clara and ignored the surroundings. His heart filled with gladness that they were in Edgewater, safe and together now.

"You need to get warm and rest, my love. Let the staff help you inside. I need to take care of Belle."

"But she's my horse."

"I know, Clara. Belle means a lot to you. And Sir Harper is very skilled and will take good care of Belle. But you need to rest too. Let me take you inside."

"Yes, please."

Ernest nodded and wrapped an arm around her waist to support her weary body. He helped her walk slowly towards the house, his movements gentle and caring. He could feel how tired his Clara was, and it pained him to see her like this. But he knew that soon she'd be warm and comfortable, safe and sound in their manor. When Ernest noticed her stumble, he reacted quickly. He caught her, pulling his wife gently against his side, holding her up. His eyes scan her face, filled with worry.

"Careful, my love. Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm good. Just tripped, but I'm good."

"Good. Hang on to me, Clara. We're almost there."

"Ernest, I'm the countess of this estate and look like a mess. Hurry upstairs, I don't want anyone to see me like this."

"My love, even when you're exhausted and disheveled, you're still the most beautiful countess and woman in all of Great Britain.", he chuckled and kissed her cheek. Despite the situation, he couldn't help but tease her wife a bit.

"Ernest..."

His heart lightened at the sight of her expression as he continued walking towards the house with his arm tight around her waist.

"Oh, don't give me that look. You know I'm right."

Eventually, they reached the front steps of the house, where only a few of the staff were awake. The rest of the house and family members were already asleep, unaware of the events. The doors of the estate opened for them, and the warm light from inside shined out into the night. Ernest guided Clara through the threshold, his hand still on her waist, supporting her.

"I want the bed now."

"Of course, love. The bed, some food, clean clothes... You'll have it all, anything you want. First, let's get you upstairs. You look like you're about to fall over."

He led her to the staircase, his pace slow and patient as he took the time to help her up each step. His own blue eyes heavy with tiredness, but his care for her never wavered.

Eventually, they reached their chambers. Ernest helped his wife inside. A welcome sight after their long journey. The bed looked soft and inviting. The warm fireplace was already lit and crackling.

He guided her towards the bed, helping her to sit down, and leaned her against the piles of pillows.

"You're safe, my love. You're home."

"I hope Belle..."

"Shhh... My dear Clara darling... Sir Luke Harper will now take good care of her tonight. You need to rest and trust him. And we'll check on Belle first thing in the morning."

"Thanks."

"Of course, my love. It's the least I can do. Now, lay back. You need to rest."

Ernest smiled softly, watching as Clara closed her eyes and started to drift off. He reached forward, gently tucking the blankets around her, making sure she was comfortable and warm. A sigh of relief escaped his lips. They're safe, they're home, and she's finally getting the rest she so desperately needed.

The morning sun was just starting to peek over the horizon as Ernest and Clara made their way down to the stables. The air was crisp and chilly. The morning dew still clinging to the grass. When the couple reached the stables, the familiar sounds and smells of the horses filled the air. The husband lead her towards Belle's stable. His heart was heavy with concern as they didn't know what condition the poor horse might be in.

The horse was lying down, several soft bedrolls and blankets placed beneath her to provide some comfort. A fresh bandage around Belle's injured leg. Immediately, Clara hugged Belle, which brought a soft smile to his face. Ernest could see the relief and love in Clara's eyes as she gently caressed the horse's head. Belle whickered softly, but she responded to Clara's touch and her muscles relaxed slightly.

It was clear that the horse and the countess shared a special bond. A connection that went beyond mere friendship. They're practically inseparable. Two souls joined together by their mutual strength and spirit. That was Team Clara-Belle.

#choices fanfiction #countess of edgewater #clara sinclaire #ernest sinclaire #desire & decorum #choices fanfic #playchoices #choices #🐎

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sapphoschoices · 4 months ago

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Terror Fest theory, Stabby Joe is just another one of Sir Gideon Paynes secret identities after he got caught in D&D book 3

#terror fest #stabby joe #sir gideon payne #desire and decorum #own post #playchoices

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bri1234 · 15 days ago

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What’s one of your favorite scenes from one of your favorite Choices books? Here, I’ll go first:

#I literally love them both so much #like this is the absolute cutest 🥹#desire & decorum #ernest sinclaire #ernest x mc #my mc: clara sinclaire #playchoices #choices fandom #choices d&d #my thoughts

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kilvalir · 7 months ago

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The fourth makeover! It's @sapphoschoices desire and decorum MC, Bridgette, as a fairy 🧚🏿🪄✨

#choices #playchoices #play choices #desire and decorum #dnd #desire and decorum choices #choices desire and decorum #choices dnd #dnd choices #dnd mc #desire and decorum mc #choices game #choices stories you play #choices stories we play #choices edit #my edits

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dist4nt-shores · 2 years ago

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choices as random text posts i have saved part 2!! (again beneath the cut because i’m nice :) )

blades crew

mal volari

every choices mc & their forced li

foreign affairs

guinevere

beckett harrington

atlas from the elementalists

zoey and the queen b mc

kieran from the cursed heart

desire and decorum mc

renza fierro from the royal masquerade

jake mckenzie

continually messing up during a fight scene

part one | part two | part three

#choices #choices stories you play #pb choices #blades of light and shadow #bolas choices #mal volari #bolas #the elementalists #beckett harrington #queen b choices #zoey wade #the cursed heart #desire and decorum #desire and decorum choices #endless summer choices #jake mckenzie #the royal masquerade #renza fierro #___ as textposts

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rosesnink · 3 months ago

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- thomas coleman, the first sacrifitorial lamb of the gods

i cry and pray mon dieu

i'm crucified

crucified

like my saviour

i commissioned @cashweasel for her sketch raffles and tommy turned out amazingly!!! completely obssessed with this bye 🤧🫶🏻🤍🖤

#playchoices #desire and decorum #desire and decorum au #the cursed heiress #oc: thomas coleman #art commissioned by me

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choicesficwriterscreations · 1 month ago

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December MC of the Month: Beatrice Howard Foredale

Please welcome December 2024's MC of the Month: @princess-geek's Beatrice Howard Foredale from Desire & Decorum.

Each month, we highlight one MC or OC on our Meet My MC / OC List. They are selected randomly on the Wheel of Names, and eligibility requirements can be found here. We accept MC / OC profiles on an ongoing basis. Please feel free to send yours in!

Learn more about Beatrice below.

1- In your own words, tell us what you like most about your MC / OC.

I love how spontaneous she is and how intense her feelings are.

2- Do you feel your MC / OC is like you at all? How are you alike or different?

I feel that Beatrice is an alternative version of myself, almost an alter ego. We both have brown hair, light skin colour and brown eyes, however, I confess I put some fairy dust on her to make her prettier.

I projected on her some of my ambitions, skills, qualities, and flaws as well. We both share a passion for writing, reading and photography (even though she's much better at it than me). She and I like the same colour palette (pink and gold). Beatrice gets my dream job (being a journalist and writer), and she can do three things that I would love to know how to do very well: ride a horse, dance and handle a sword.

The major flaw we share is stubbornness. Nevertheless, there is something (which will be evident later in the narrative) that sets us apart: Beatrice has some difficulties in understanding and communicating her feelings. This will get her into trouble and cause her distress.

3- What is most important to your MC / OC? What is their motivation in life?

Although she makes great sacrifices to achieve her goals, deep down, Beatrice needs and lives to give and receive love from family and friends. What truly fills her heart is what she lives with those she loves, whether it's a big event or an afternoon vegetating on the couch with Briar.

4- What are their biggest pet peeves/dislikes?

It is universally known that she has some issues with Henrietta. However, one thing that angers her the most is high society's vices. The shiny veneer of the social varnish layer hides hypocrisy, pettiness, prejudices and evil that she cannot stand. Therefore, whenever she can, she exposes and stands up to those with two faces. She tends to be suspicious of people who don't like dogs (and especially those who don't think Sunny is the cutest thing on earth).

5- If your MC / OC could change one thing - anything - what would it be?

If Beatrice could change one thing about her, she would choose to be a little taller (she gets frustrated at not being able to reach certain places)

6- What is your MC / OC’s favorite quote or song?

Her favourite quote is ‘Love is the most reliable compass’. Her father told her this once, and she has never forgotten it and guides her life inspired by it.

7- Is there anything else you’d like to share about your MC / OC?

Beatrice's determination and non-compliance with what is wrong around her have inspired me. Her story shows us it is possible to be a better person and make the world around us a little better. Even though, like her, we often have to resign or give in, the important is never to give up fighting for those or things we love.

She's a huge Arsenal fan. She gets very excited when watching the matches -- she jumps off the couch, yells at the players, and always wears red clothes and the team’s scarf. Beatrice also collects the team’s merchandising.

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~ Waiting For You ~

Word Count ~ 864

Fanfic ~ Desire And Decorum

Pairing ~ Ernest Sinclaire & Beatrice (MC)

Rating ~ M

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Summary ~ Beatrice left Ernest after things unfortunately got bad between them and one night after an incident, she had enough and left him. Ernest writes a letter to her apologising and telling her how much she means to him. But, will words be enough?

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"Sometimes, love is worth fighting for, even if it means giving it another chance. "

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Ernest sat on his desk staring blankly on the piece of paper in front of him. He had words to say and to write but couldn't find a way to do it. He knew that things between them were bad. So bad that she ended up leaving. Now it's been a long time. And there isn't a single moment since she left that he didn't think about her. About what happened. About what went wrong. About what he did wrong. It was his fault. There's no denying that. But he couldn't find the courage to write her a letter apologising to her for everything that happened. But finally today, he found the courage to sit down and write a letter to her.

Letters. A sweet memory of them as their love story began with it. Writing each other letters was a part of their routine. He still had all the letters that she had sent to him back then. He kept them safely. But, since she left he read every single one of them. And his heart ached with pain. He wished to go back to that time. He missed her. He really did.

He knew he had to find a way to write down his feelings onto a piece of paper with the hope of getting her back into his life. He rubbed his eyes as he groaned in frustration. He was a terrible person when it came to expressing his feelings, and she used to joke about it. She always knew what was the right thing to say at the right time, something she hoped that he too would learn from her with time. Only with time. Her laugher echoed in his ears, reminding him of their argument. How he hurt her through words, and now it had been long enough since he last saw her. He ached to see her. To hold her hands. To see her smile. To see those beautiful eyes that he fell for. And now, writing his heart on a piece of paper felt like a nightmare, but if he wants her to return back, then he must do this no matter how difficult it may seem.

He took a feather pen and wrote as honestly as he could,

"Dear Beatrice,

I write this letter to you to apologise to you for everything that happened between us. I am sorry for not understanding you, for not making time for you,for not giving you my 100%, for not standing up for you and I am sorry for not being there for you when you needed me the most. You were right, our love it is complicated, but our love is even more complicated because of our deep connection formed over a short time when we first met. The deeper the connection, the more difficult it becomes to cherish it and protect it at the same time. I am terrible when it comes to expressing my feelings openly, and you always teased me about it. But today is different. Today, I am writing this letter to earn you forgiveness. Not because you could come back after it. No. I won't force you into something that you are not ready for yet. I want your forgiveness for everything wrong that I did because I realised that all this time, I was taking you for granted, which I should not have. I have done so many wrong things to you, made and taken you for granted. I am so sorry for all of that. I don't deserve you or your forgiveness, but just know that I will do you anything to earn it. I love you. I really love you so much. So much that it hurts me. My love for you is eternal, and it always be. I don't expect you to forgive me right away after reading this letter, but I just wanted to give you what you deserved : the truth. And the truth is, I cannot live without you. I hope you finally got the closure that you deserved. Write back to me if you want. I will look forward to seeing you soon, perhaps one day. You know me, hopeless romantic for you.

Yours forever,

Sinclaire.

He sealed the letter and dropped the letter into the letter box soon enough. His heart pounded fast, full of worry. But also with hope that maybe just maybe she will write back to him or even better, come back to him. And together they will work on their relationship and deepen their bond by healing the wounds. But, as he walked back home, he smiled with the knowledge that at least he had poured his heart out to her in that letter. Something he never did but today he did for her.

Will she return? Will they be reunited? Or will she even read his letter? Questions. There were so many questions adding more to his doubts. But, their love. His love for her put every doubt aside. Because even if things were rough between them right now, he knew their love would overcome any barrier. Because in the end, love always won and overcame every problem.

Because love is always worth it.

The End.

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Dear @princess-geek I'm so sorry for the long delay of this fanfic for u. Ik it took me a few months but it's finally here & I hope u like it. Thank u sm 4 being so patient & amazing. I really enjoyed writing this 4 u. Happy New 2025!

Also, this will be my last fanfic of Choices. I'll now be concentrating on my own debut novel. I'm working on the first draft btw.

Lmk ur thoughts!

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