#LOOK AT BABY CHARLOTTE

[thewales-family]

The Prince and Princess of Wales, Princess Charlotte of Wales and Prince Louis of Wales attend Trooping the Colour on the occasion of King Charles III's 75th birthday celebrations, at Buckingham Palace in London, England -June 15th 2024.

[somthing-lavender]

Henry, father of the year.

Anyways, long rant about this, which 50% of it is just me listing examples.

Charlie is Henry's daughter. He brought her to life. He raised her for the first 2-4 years of her life (hurray for bad math + recons). He is her father, even if it's not by blood.

She's fully sentient. She has emotions, thoughts, opinions, and free will.

When Charlie no longer gives him joy, he wants her to be locked up and burned. I understand he may of not known she was actually alive, but she really wasn't hurting anyone. She had friends she brought joy to. There was no harm in letting her live. And again, we as the readers know that Charlie is truly alive.

But he doesn't see that. He doesn't see the girl: with friends, whom doesn't like seeing toys be taken apart, whom would end a friendship if they didn't like her toys, whom droped a jar of beads, because she was qurious what the after math would be, whom gave her friend's writing 2 stars, whom had a crush on the boy always covered in dirt, whom found her friend barfing on the rude kid funny, and then felt bad about finding it funny, whom imitated her father by doing paper work with crayons, whom was scared of foxy, nor whom hated being called Charlotte by anyone, but her father.

He saw a doll to replace his previous daughter. When she stopped making him happy, he wanted to lock her up for decades, and then finally have her burnt. If she were to survive, and manage to crawl out the rubble, he ordered her aunt to put a bullet in her.

She was "7" when he told his sister these instructions.

[zestyaahbutler]

[nefertittythegreat]

So I'm reading P5V6 and the part that really just stuck out to me is how the current generation of the Ehrenfest Archduchal family directly parallel to the previous generation. Sure, the ages are mixed around but we have a perfect Archduke candidate who is perfect in everything but her sex; A young genius brought late into the family, who despite being the most gifted lacks the ambition to be heir; A lighthearted, strong personality who lacks the temperament to be Archduke but favored by thier father anyway; and the sibling who just wants to stay out of it and focus on the present.

The adult members of the family find themselves looking at an unforgiving mirror. It's why characters like Sylvester try to replicate the past, but at the same time defy it. Slyvester adopted Rozemyne to be a minister for Wilfried, just like how Ferdinand was brought in to boost him up. Sylvester is following in his father's footsteps and making the same mistakes that got the family in this position in the first place, except the new generation won't let him.

Despite the similarities, Rozemyne is not Ferdinand(she's not going to coddle Wilfried like Ferdinand does Sylvester). Charlotte is not Georgine(despite her frustration, she loves her siblings). And Wilfired is not Sylvester because, unlike Sylvester, Wilfried can admit that he is not the best option to be Archduke.

The most selfish thing Sylvester does is "keeping" Wilfried as heir. By making Wilfried heir he simultaneously removed his son's choice and trapped him in position that in the eyes of the other nobles he could never earn and whats sad is Sylvester's own father had done that to him...

Because what if someone had told Sylvester when he was young that he didn't have to be aub? What if he was allowed to have a choice? What if he'd admitted that Ferdinand and Georgine would have been much better Archdukes?

History is not repeating itself because the young refuse to let it. Wilfried will not be trapped by the seat of Aub, Rozemyne will not just be someone's minister, and Charlotte will support her siblings.

And that's the beauty of the current arc.

Because Sylvester and the others are learning from their children and learning from their mistakes, and together they are breaking generational curses.

[themicro]

Words cannot express how much I love the scene where you ask for Charlie’s help at the cafe. The voice acting always gets me.

Such starring lines as:

“Is this…. Seat taken?”

And

“Honestly, I’m just as surprised as you are. I never thought you’d look so good…. In a dress.”

(It’s more apparent when you actually watch the scene!!! Trust me on this one)

Also just Charlie’s big bug-eyed stare

Spooky

[adobongsiopao]

Mr. Rochester looks adorable in this scene. He's so proud of his Jane.

[waffleslashermaster]

Bit of an (inconsistent) reference board for Charlie

I like to think she was quite the little prodigy! A very smart girl for her age. Too bad her end came so soon..

[sensitive-trait]

just cuz 💙

[snarkylinda]

The true criminal mind was the person (s) that said "hey let's have Spencer have the sweetest relationship with kids, downright admit he wants his own....and then say no 💜"

[newnamesamecharlotte]

Matti

[isabellaofparma]

Coronation Street | 2024.01.24.

[thatgayb1tchwhosimps4her]

I'm actually so in love w/ these little fuckers, you have no idea (even Ben, which I won't ever be saying again).

[scribbyizhere]

[megslittlespiders]

Sometimes, I like to fuck around and draw my characters in random ass scenarios

I just wanted to get silly with lighting 🤷🏽

It's not perfect, but I'm learning. And that's what's important

[the-oc-lass]

Nimona OC - Charlotte Swiftheart/Corova: Bad Night

Haven't posted about baby in a minute, so I'll give you a scene I wrote the other day for the full length fic I'm writing. Do enjoy!

Original Post

Ever since that night when she was ten, Charlotte has known that she can go to Ambrosius if she has a particularly bad nightmare. It’s something that she’s done a handful of times over the past three years, but she tries not to let it become a habit. She’s been learning to manage on her own. Sometimes, it just helps to have another person that she trusts nearby, and even though Ballister is now in the bunk right next to hers, she’s still afraid of making things worse for him. So, when she has another nightmare on this particular night, the first thing she does is pull her pillow from beneath her and hug it tightly, trying to take deep breaths without making too much noise. A few hiccups sneak in, but she’s mostly able to get her heart rate and breathing under control. However, even as she continues her breathing exercises, the fear clings to her like a parasite. It sinks into her mind, digging its claws in, and she can’t help the tremble that runs through her body. She’s not sure how long she tries to get it under control before it becomes too much. She sets the pillow back on her bed and cautiously climbs out of bed. She glances over at Ballister, who’s still asleep with his back facing her, then hurries out of the barracks. She knows the route to Ambrosius’s room by heart these days, and even on the darkest nights, when she struggles to see the halls, she’s able to reach it without trouble. Tonight, though, she’s almost to the room when she hears rushed footsteps coming in her direction. She looks around for somewhere to hide, but she already knows that there isn’t anything in this hall. However, as she looks toward the sound of the footsteps, a skinny figure rounds the corner. As soon as the figure spots her, though, they freeze, and Charlotte squints in the low light. 

“Ballister?” she calls softly. The figure takes a slow, single step forward. 

“Charlotte?” a familiar voice whispers back. She nods and Ballister slowly moves closer until she’s finally able to properly make out his face in the dark. He looks…Shaken. Maybe a little afraid. “What are you doing out here?” She fidgets slightly with the hem of her shirt, lips pursed for a moment. 

“I’m going to see Ambrosius,” she mutters. “What are you doing?” 

“Same thing,” he mutters back. She looks at him to meet his eyes. 

“Bad dream?” He nods, and she gives him a small, wry smile in the dark. “Me too.” Her hand extends toward him, and he looks at it for a moment before taking it. She knows that they aren’t kids anymore—not to the public or the Institute—but she doesn’t care at the moment. Grasping onto Ballister’s hand is comforting, and she feels more at ease as they walk the rest of the way to Ambrosius’s door. They pause outside it, and she hesitates as she lifts her fist toward the door. Even after the past three years, after becoming so close with him, she still feels bad about waking him up in the middle of the night. It feels wrong. Rude. Like she’s being selfish. But even if she feels bad, she can’t make herself turn away and walk back to the barracks. She never can. So, she knocks on the door, just loud enough that she knows Ambrosius will hear it and wake up. She’s learned that he can be a bit of a light sleeper. After waiting a few moments, a sleep rumpled Ambrosius opens the door, rubbing at one eye. However, spotting both of them standing there seems to wake him up a bit more, and he tilts his head to give them a sympathetic look. 

“Bad night, huh?” he asks. Charlotte frowns and looks at the floor. 

“Yeah,” she mutters, while Ballister nods silently beside her. Ambrosius steps aside to let them into the room. 

“Come on,” he says softly. The two slip inside quietly, and Ambrosius shuts the door behind them. If it were any ordinary bunk, Charlotte may have been concerned about how the bed would fit them all, but Ambrosius’s bed isn’t an ordinary bunk. It’s plenty big for all three of them, even though they’ve all grown since they first met each other. Ambrosius wordlessly fiddles with his alarm clock, adding an earlier time that will wake them when they need to return to the barracks so that they aren’t missed. It’s something he’s learned to do over the years when it comes to both of them. Neither ever really wants to leave the comfort and safety of Ambrosius’s bed and room, but they do every time. They don’t speak as they settle into the bed, Ambrosius taking his place between Ballister and Charlotte. They’re both rather tactile people, so he isn’t surprised when they curl up against him. He simply wraps an arm around both of them and begins to recount stories to them—stories that both have already heard. Charlotte reaches across Ambrosius’s body to set her hand on Ballister’s shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze. As she closes her eyes, she feels a hand copy her gesture on her own shoulder, and she sighs softly. A safe feeling settles over her like a blanket, and she lets herself doze off to the sound of Ambrosius’s voice, the warmth of Ballister’s hand on her shoulder spreading right through to her soul.

Also, remember how I made Charlotte in the sims? Well guess what, I made baby Charlotte too. Here's my baby:

So innocent, so small. No idea what's going to happen to her. Precious little girl.

Hello tagged people:

@ammonitetheseaserpent @perfectkittystranger @madlad06 @xxlunadrawsstuffxx @floxu