#chesterfield ramblings

[oddballcobblebot]

i love the comic versions of oswald cobblepot. he is the silliest guy to ever silly. look at him. has he done anything wrong? i dont think so.

is this the face of a man who has done anything wrong in his entire life??? absolutely not

[saviourkingslut]

ahh somewhere next year ill graduate and lose my free student public transport privileges and im honestly so afraid of that. i go see my parents every week bc i get so lonely otherwise and i think im going to feel absolutely terrible when i can't see them and my sister as often anymore. we can call ofc but it's not the same. none of my friends live anywhere near my city and we only rarely meet up bc of it so once im out of work for the day it truly does feel like im alone on the planet sometimes. thinking about getting a cat to have someone to come home to but that's a big responsibility and i dont want them to ruin my furniture and it does limit your flexibility in terms of being away from home...

[excelsior9173]

omg can’t even make a bassist comment for this first band because 4/5 members have taken turns playing it??? they’re incredible

[felinelun]

Doctors and word "sexy", because why not, it's 3 a.m. and I have to wake up at 7

First Doctor: Looks like someone who'd make others wash their mouth with soap if he hears them using the word ("Young Man! Yes, yes, you, mr. Chesterfield, what was that just now? How old are you, hm?! Well, you are clearly too young to use the word!"), but actually he'd be the one to call something "very sexy, very sexy indeed" at the most unexpected of all moments and then just run away with no explanation, chuckling mischievously.

Second Doctor: Completely forgot meaning of the word. Still used it anyway cluelessly. Until Jamie explained it to him one day. The Doctor listened and called Jamie "rather sexy, than", blushing slightly. And then proceeded to torture his recorder, playing "Twinkle twinkle little star" on it.

Third Doctor: Only the Six Doctor uses word "sexy" more frequent than him. Brigadier thinks he has no subordination and gives bad example to the stuff. But once he secretly smiles when the Doctor uses the word right in front of some high government official to describe the idea of a new nature preservation law.

Fourth Doctor: Finds blowing stuff up and fighting giant mutant rats very sexy. An example:

Doctor: Look at that rocket over there, Sarah Jane! Isn't it sexy?

Sarah Jane: Oh, it's very sexy, Doctor!

Doctor: Shame, it's full of highly dangerous weapons that will be banned on every civilised planet very soon in this century... So, I'm afraid, we'll have to blow it up until some of those solders gets into it and delivers those weapons on some innocent world! *proceeds to smile insanely*

Do not finds falling from big heights sexy. At all.

Fifth Doctor: Looks like someone who wouldn't now the word. Or who'd pretend not to... One day Tegan decided to explain it to him, just for the fun of it, but just ended up with Nyssa getting rather confused about life, universe and everything. Seeing the situation the Doctor paled a bit, than blushed a little, than started rambling something about lifespan of a Venusian infusoria and than intercepted the Master's TARDIS trace all of a sudden.

He blushed a little again.

Six(y) Doctor: Ah, Pery, just look at this sexy young man! So dashing, so outstanding!

Pery: Doctor. That's a mirror.

The Doctor: Exactly! Now, take a step away, don't obstruct me from admiering the defiance of sexyness itself!

Seventh Doctor: Finds manipulation, fighting lovecraftian horrors and killing hundreds to save millions sexy. And no, when the Master does it, it is called tyranny, world domination and genocide.

Eighth Doctor: Thinks the Universe is sexy. The feeling is not mutual.

War Doctor: Has more important things to worry about.

Ninth Doctor: Is not sure in anything anymore, but if there's something he can tell you certainly it's that daleks and PTSD are Not sexy At all.

Tenth Doctor: Looks like somebody who'd use the word 24/7, but actually said "sexy" only two times in his life and just to impress a companion.

Eleventh Doctor: Looks like somebody who'd use the word to call his car without completely understanding it. And is exactly that person, except one day Amy explained the word to him. Well, he proceeded to call his car "sexy", because what else!

Twelfth Doctor: At first used his sonic sunglasses because he thought they looked sexy. Than lost any way to see if anything is sexy at all. The sunglasses kinda lost their appeal afterwards.

Thirteenth Doctor: Thinks the Universe and repressing PTSD is sexy. The feeling is not mutual.

[cd1984]

Pubs of Derby

I headed up to the Midlands for a few days and had a chance to sample a lot of pubs in a short space of time

Pub 15 - The Brunswick Inn

I had been here once before, years ago when I went to see Crystal Palace away. I was looking forward to renewing acquaintances and it was just as good as I recalled. My pint of Railway Porter went down very well

Pub 16 - The Alexandra Hotel

This pub is well known for its Railwayana and good ale selection. Neither disappointed and my pint of Banoffee Porter was certainly interesting.

Pub 17 - The Smithfield

I stumbled across this pub on the way to my hotel and popped in for a pint of Chocolate Fudge Porter. It was another outstanding Derby pub.

Pub 18 - The Standing Order

This is the Wetherspoons in the middle of town and it had an enormous beer selection with a load of casks lined up against a wall for their beer festival. I had a very decent pint there.

Pub 19 - Red Lion (Matlock)

I was travelling today and four Matlock pubs were there to be visited. The first of these was the Red Lion which incorporates an on-site brewery. I had a pint of their own Dark Lane Porter which was great and set me up nicely for the walk over High Tor to Matlock Bath.

Pub 20 - Twenty-Ten

Back in Matlock this was the first pub with no dark beer offering. However I was able to have a pint of Hawk Bitter which was a new one for me

Pub 21 - The Newsroom

Later in the evening I visited the Newsroom micropub which was a real winner. A cosy pub with a good range of ales on offer.

Pub 22 - Farmacy

This is a couple of minutes from the Newsroom and complements it nicely. It was crowded when I went but the Aldwark Ales Frankenstein was lovely.

Pub 23 - The Creaky Floorboard

Back in Derby the next day and this little micropub really hit the spot. Lovely beer and a nice relaxed atmosphere.

Pub 24 - The Five Lamps Tavern

One of my favourite pubs in Derby, a great ale selection and a lovely relaxed vibe.

Pub 25 - The Seven Stars

I made the mistake of venturing in here during a Derby County game but the atmosphere was good natured and I finally managed to sample draught Bass here.

Pub 26 - The Flowerpot

This was a pub I’d been looking forward to visiting and it didn’t disappoint. A great ale selection and a superb atmosphere on a busy Saturday afternoon.

Pub 27 - Smiths Tavern (Ashbourne)

The only GBG guide in Ashbourne, this is a welcoming country town pub with a decent beer range on offer and a relaxed atmosphere.

Pub 28 - The Coopers Tavern (Burton on Trent)

I loved this, a real history and delicious Chocolate Corker Stout right from the barrel. What a pub!

Pub 29 - The Dog Inn

Fantastic Burton inn with a wide beer range and a very friendly landlord. I thought this was a fantastic town pub

Pub 30 - The White Swan

On the bus back from Burton I randomly decided to go to this pub in Littleover due to its GBG status. It looked a great pub but I visited during the England game so it was very busy.

Pub 31 - The Chesterfield Arms (Chesterfield)

I didn’t get to visit many pubs in Chesterfield and if they’re all as good as this one then I missed out. A great beer range in a lovely rambling building

Pub 32 - Burnt Pig Ale ‘Ouse (Ilkeston)

On the way back to Derby I ventured into this little alehouse. The beer was great but, due to me not realising the extent of the pub, I ended up inserting myself into the local conversation which wasn’t ideal.

Pub 33 - The Furnace Inn (Derby)

Last day in Derby and I thought I’d take care of a couple more GBG pubs. The Furnace is great with a very strong beer selection.

Pub 34 - The Exeter Arms (Derby)

I went here for my meal, which was lovely, and also enjoyed a pint of Dark Drake. This concluded my tour of the pubs of Derby and the surrounding areas but I will need to come back to fill in some gaps.

[renegadetulisrp]

Before tonight, Sage had been anxious about the possible awkwardness and the chances of her parents calling her out on her ruse. Yet, all of that was gone - completely disappeared without a trace. Sage couldn't explain it - they were pretending but yet they weren't. They were trying to deceive this whole lot of people and yet Sage felt that she was trying to deceive herself instead. She could be herself with him, no walls, no doubts nor worries because Sage knew he has her back. They had seen each other in the worst possible state and Sage wasn't afraid of what he is capable of. It was his heart that she was sure of. Her breath was caught in her throat when his fingers touched hers again but his warmth made her breathe easy. Sage found herself intertwining her slender fingers around his, relishing against his touch. Tugging him forward, Sage cleared her throat in a playful manner. "Well all right then, Mr Harrison. Here, down the hall, we have numerous paintings from the Renaissance era," she remarked, using her other hand to gesture at them like a bad tour guide. She led them down a quiet hallway. "You know, I think you're the first boyfriend I have ever brought into this house," she said softly before she caught herself. "Fake - I meant, fake boyfriend," she laughed nervously, hoping the dim lights would cover up the flush in her cheeks.

"You must really think we're a pretentious lot because God knows, when I was younger, I've always thought I was adopted," she rambled, still aware she was clinging onto his arm. "Sometimes this life didn't feel real. It was too... fake. I'm not even sure it's the right word." She had always considered her high society family living in their own bubble - unaware that their luxurious lifestyle was nauseating to most. They came towards a passageway and Sage perked up. "Oh, I haven't been here in ages." Sage tugged him closer as they entered a large study room. "I used to have tuition for French and piano here." She made a face. "Tu n'as aucune idée à quel point tu comptes pour moi," she muttered under her breath, peering at him before sobering up. She wasn't sure if he had caught what she even said. Sage sat at the large Chesterfield sofa in the middle of the room, gently pulling him down to sit beside her. "Tell me something I don't know about you, David."

David still vividly remembered the first time they met each other all those years ago like it was yesterday. He was out of the country having been posted in an active war zone this was back when he was still in the military of course. She had arrived there as their journalist correspondent. He had gotten to know her for a bit but the main aspect of it all came when he had to save her life from a few local insurgents who wanted to do her harm and among other things. Since then the two of them had been great friends together. And unfortunately it wasn't the last time he had to save her. There had been many occasions when he had to come in to save her. He only wished she wouldn't keep getting herself into life threatening situations but knowing her he knew it was extremely unlikely. For some time he found himself sighing softly at her words as he looked into her eyes. His heart skipped a beat upon hearing the statement that he was her hero. He rather liked being her her hero he must admit. He looked into her eyes for some time before chuckling softly at her. "What can I say , I have my charms. " He responded to her with a wink. That was one of the questions that had shocked him beyond belief and he had no idea how best to answer that. In fact he didn't know if he could answer that. But he had managed to convince them all to a lie and made it certain it was believable enough. "You know your mom makes a mesn Shepard's pie. I can't help but love it. " He responded to her truthfully. As the notes of the song she had told him about went in his ear he looked into her eyes for a moment. He stood up slowly after her but in truth he was already missing her touch. His arm which she had touched felt warm and he wished she wouldn't have let go. He desperately wished that she would hold onto his hand for far longer. His tongue darted out and licked his lips as his throat felt rather dry. David found himself smirking softly at her words as he gently reached out and took her hand in his to fill the gap he was missing from her touch. "I say lead the way my lovely lady. " He mused softly.

[chesterfield-ramblings]

Let History Scream Your Name

Let history scream your name, From battered rooftops and broken steeples, Banners hung on rusted frames. Let history write you down As the survivor from war and flame.

Let history mark you down As the Proctor of Peace and Light, Where it is quiet and rundown. Let history leave your signs In the eyes of the people at sundown.

Let history beg for you, Long after you’ve drawn your last, Your monument set in stone and morning dew. Let history remember you as The victor in the catch-22.

Let history sigh your shout From the echoing halls of the fortress And the barren wastes of the fallout. Let history give you to The whispered chatter of poppies about.

Let history release your name From recent mind and written word, And any recognition or shame. Let history forget you. Let it all go, all the same.

[reminem69]

gotham character middle names r always so bonkers

[rheallsim]

Me every time I see a fellow Canadian use Canadian spellings/slang

[ithinkwehitametaphor]

So I finished Frontier season one yesterday. And of course my absolute favorite is dumb-as-stale-bread Captain Chesterfield. I guess it’s because he looks good in his smug red coat and because he reminds me a little of Kylo Ren characterwise. Impulsive, violent, disappointed, hitched to and depending on a horrible master, trying to command respect but failing, oh yeah violent bc you need to point it out twice, and despite being able to have feelings like compassion and a shred of human decency- he’ll always fail because everything is about HIMSELF. The difference is that he lacks a true superpower and that he’s dumb. There are no true smarts to be found here. Yet, he’s so much more creepy. o_O Like Ren, he’s BAD with other human beings, tho, especially women. Oh god, I swear he thinks he’s a GOOD person for proposing to Grace and not just raping her then and there. Ugh. I think these conflicting character traits and his stumbling-half failures and half-successes make the character interesting.

[giddleford]

The Right Leg

Alright, here comes the ramble.

In the latest episode of Gotham we saw a very specific scene where Oswald C. Cobblepot himself beats up Jerome Valeska. Now I'm all fine with that, really, he actually kinda deserved it but what I'm not fine with is how he gets beaten up. Oswald friking hits Jerome's head against his knee

WITH HIS BUSTED RIGHT LEG

And then procedes to give him again a swift kick after kicking the crap out of him

WITH HIS BUSTED RIGHT LEG.

Ok, I understand he is not capable of kicking Jerome with his left leg (which is the good one) since it would imply for him to put all of his weight in his bad leg and we all know for a fact that that is what hurts Oswald and what forces him to use a cane from time to time. But you see, we don't really actually know what part of his leg is busted, as far as I know is that it's from above the knee downwards. That gives us two options:

The knee

The ankle

And honestly, I'm no doctor, but the first assault, which was slamming Jerome's head to his knee, would most definitely hurt. Maybe even raising his knee that high would hurt for Rassilon's sake! And no pain is shown from him, not even the slightest flinch.

If we are to assume it's his ankle that's injured, which would mean a whole lot of sense too, just look at the angle of his right foot, then those kicks wouldn't have been possible. And I know Oz endures pain pretty well in general but it would make him flinch and it does not.

So right now I'm confused, if Oswald's injury is not on the ankle or in the knee, where is it? Can it make him limp like that in real life?

I don't know if I may be too much of a nerd but it's bothering me.

[jennandblitz]

Okay I'm v intrigued by Petrol in our Blood and also would love to see what BPD exploration is about 👀

Hello angel!

I answered another ask about Petrol in our Blood here, so you get the BPD ramblings!

This fic is essentially my own process around getting diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder and everything else that comes with a mental health diagnosis. I intend largely to use it as a sounding board and might not even post it anywhere but here, but as usual I suspect I may get attached to Sirius like this.

One of my biggest evolving head canons for Sirius Black is that he is a prime example of Borderline Personality Disorder and it really explains and deepens so many actions we see in canon and hear about in our beloved fanon. If anyone is interested I can definitely do a character deep-dive about BPD because I'm passionate about BPD!Sirius.

ANYWAY, snippet below the cut! Trigger warnings for childhood neglect, emotional abuse and therapy, also passing mentions of substance abuse and mental/emotional instability.

“I’ve what?”

Sirius didn’t expect this when James had marched him into therapy a few months prior—after Regulus’ birthday and his meltdown there. True, he acknowledged he had issues, he always had done, was always eager after a few whiskeys to tell his life story to strangers, but he didn’t think it was the kind of thing he’d be here for. His head was spinning, his skin crawling. Having some kind of rubber stamp labelling him as a nutter wasn’t his kind of bag—he could hear his mother’s voice in the back of his head, touting good grades and bad behaviour, of being a Black, of letting her down.

I didn’t get a chance to go to University, Sirius. I didn’t get a chance to do any of this and you will not throw away all the good things your father and I have provided for you. Do not do this to me.

He never wanted for anything, as the son of a wealthy politician living in the middle of London with a scholarship straight to Oxford landed in his lap at sixteen. Sirius didn’t think any of his childhood precluded any of this: he was never physically abused, never sent away from dinner or grounded or had his credit card taken away. He wasn’t an ‘abused’ kid, period.

“Borderline Personality Disorder, Sirius,” Minerva said softly. She was a middle aged woman with salt and pepper hair; any other person with her appearance might remind Sirius of his mother, but Minerva had a comfort about her that Mother wouldn’t be caught dead with. Sirius found peace in her walnut-panelled office like nowhere else; he would start feet on the floor, sitting straight like dinner with the family, but he always finished the session tucked into the corner of the Chesterfield with his chin propped on his palm.

“I don’t believe you,” Sirius told her, arms crossing over his chest. “I’m fine. I don’t see things or hear voices or—or any of that stuff.”

Minerva took off her wire-framed glasses and set them on the arm of her chair. “Feel free not to believe me, Sirius, but we’ve talked about this, and I’ve talked with Dr. Pomfrey.”

Sirius slumped and rubbed his hand up his jaw and cheek. He thought back to all the things he, Minerva and Pomona had discussed over the past six months, all the revelations he had sat with after sessions. How he didn’t remember most of his childhood, barely anything of his younger brother besides his gravestone, how he’d used alcohol as a crutch since he was a teenager and those reoccurring episodes of screaming, yawning emptiness.

[bridgertonbabe]

Hiii can you write a drabble of Edmund and Miles meeting Sophie at number 5 and Edmund immediately loving her and wanting to go to their grandma's house everyday just to see Sophie again because she's so sweet and caring with them (cute little moments between Edmund and Sophie before she becomes their aunt)

I have read some fics/drabbles where Sophie and baby Edmund interact but is always after she married Benedict and i thought it would be cute to read them interact together when she was still a maid

Your writing is amazing ❤

Thank you so much! ❤

Here's Edmund meeting and growing fond of his aunties new lady's maid;

Two months ago, Edmund became a big brother. His parents had explained several months previously how there was going to be a new baby in the family. His father had brought his son's little hand to his mother's stomach, telling Edmund that this was where the baby was until they came into the world. 

Though he had comprehended it somewhat, and upon meeting his new baby cousin David his mother had told him he would soon have a baby brother or sister of his own, it still didn't fully register until he met his sibling. 

His father had brought him into their bedchamber where his mother's swollen stomach had largely reduced since he had last seen her and she now cradled a little bundle in her arms. His father settled him on the bed and introduced Edmund to his baby brother, Miles. 

From then on Edmund had practically stayed by his mother's side - not out of jealousy, as his parents had worried he might respond to the new arrival - but so he could spend every waking moment with his baby brother. He would ramble away to Miles and loved it when his mother placed his brother in his own little arms. 

"I love you, baby." he would say to Miles and kiss his forehead, melting the hearts of his parents and whichever female relative was visiting.

However, after two months, Edmund was getting a little impatient. Sure, he loved his brother; but he didn't do much. He never replied to Edmund when he wittered away to him and he didn't move, always being carried around everywhere. His parents had explained to him that Miles was still little and wouldn't be able to play with him for a while yet. Edmund had deflated, desperate for this new shiny thing in his life to interact with him. But alas, he would have to learn to be patient.

One day he and his brother and parents paid a visit to his grandmother's house where his aunts Eloise, Francesca, and Hyacinth also resided. Upon entering the drawing room he was kissed and cuddled by his aunts and grandmother but then they all flocked around his mother who carried his brother. He didn't understand why they were all so amazed to see Miles; did they not know he didn't do anything?

Disgruntled, he went to clamber up on the chesterfield when he realised there was another person in the room. A maid was sat doing some mending but Edmund didn't recognise her. He had visited his grandmother enough times to know all the maids to look at - but this maid was new.

Intrigued, he marched right up to her with big inquisitive eyes.

"I'm Edmund."

The maid looked up, not having anticipated being talked to and her face softened as she looked at him.

"What a pleasure it is to meet you, Edmund." she replied with a kind smile and Edmund thought she had the loveliest sounding voice.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"That's Sophie, Ed." his Aunt Hyacinth answered as she sat down beside the woman. "She's our lady's maid."

"Sophie." he uttered in comprehension as he took her in.

She had a very pretty face and the softest green eyes. Her hair was pinned up but he could tell her blonde locks were very curly from the tendrils that framed her face. Above all else, Edmund thought Sophie had the most wonderful smile.

Fascinated with this new person, Edmund suddenly clambered up on the divan between his aunt and Sophie, and then proceeded to plop himself into the maid's lap, his legs scrambling the dress she was working on off onto the floor.

"Edmund!" his father called out and he began approaching his son. "We don't climb on people!" he said authoritatively but in a gentle tone he reserved only for his son - unlike the vexed tone he used when reprimanding Newton.

"Oh he's no bother, Lord Bridgerton." Sophie chimed in.

"I like you, Sophie!" Edmund grinned up toothily in appreciation that she had defended him.

"That's awfully sweet of you, Ed." his father couldn't help but smile. "But you made Miss Beckett drop her mending."

"Oh pish!" Hyacinth waved off, grabbing her dress from the floor in front of them and shoving it under the divan. "I always tell her there's no need to mend when we're having tea. Good work, Ed." she winked and gave her nephew a pat on the back.

"Are you sure you're alright, Miss Beckett?" Edmund's father asked.

"Of course, Lord Bridgerton." Sophie nodded and returned the beaming smile Edmund was giving her.

For the rest of the afternoon Edmund talked and talked away to Sophie. She was a way better conversationalist than Miles! Sophie hummed as he spoke and laughed when he laughed. She was the most delightful person he had ever met!

When it was time for his family to leave, Edmund cuddled into his new friend.

"I love you, Sophie!" he said, and everyone in the room had awwed at his earnest affirmation.

                                                                                                                      From then on, every time Edmund visited Number Five or met the residents in the park, his first port of call was rushing up to Sophie and telling her everything that had happened since they had last spoken. He took great pleasure in sitting in her lap and loved how she gave him such undivided attention. 

He told her all the time how he loved her, being the loving child that he was. Edmund was renowned for declaring his love for everyone and everything, telling his own parents and brother multiple times a day how much he loved them, as well as his grandmothers, his aunts and uncles, Newton, Aunt Eloise's friend Penelope, and now Sophie.

A newer habit of Edmund's was his want to see women with their hair down. He loved playing with his mother's hair when she had it down at Aubrey Hall or when they had no guests round. Most of the time, however, she had it up, and it greatly annoyed him. Regularly he would paw at her hair and try to tug her dark curls loose, no matter how many times his mother would weakly ask him not to. He would do this to his grandmothers and aunts too, eager to have their hair down so he might play with their tumbling locks and feel how sleek and silky they were.

As a result, he one day decided he wanted to see Sophie with her hair down. She always kept her hair up in a bun but he wanted to see more. Upon entering Number Five he had immediately bypassed his grandmother and aunts and gone immediately to Sophie on the sofa, clambering up so he stood next to her and wrapped his arms around her neck in greeting. As she hugged him back, he slyly took the opportunity to bring his hands up to her hair, feeling the hair pins, and tugging them out.

Sophie squeaked and pulled back as some of her locks came loose and Edmund cheered at the waterfall of golden curly hair cascading around her.

"Edmund!" his mother called out. "I'm ever so sorry, Sophie. He's rather determined to see every last woman in Mayfair with their hair down at the moment."

"It's alright." Sophie said and smiled at Edmund. "It's no trouble."

"You're so pretty, Sophie!" Edmund beamed. In his opinion, girls always looked prettier with their hair loose. Why they had to hide their hair high up on their head, he couldn't understand.

"Why thank you, Edmund." she blushed with amusement.

"Here, Sophie, let me do your hair for once!" Hyacinth grinned and stood behind her to fix her maid's hair.

"No!" Edmund whined as his aunt began twisting Sophie's hair back up.

"Edmund, dear; why don't you go outside and play with your Uncle Benedict?" his grandmother suggested.

Edmund hadn't even noticed his uncle was in the room; he too was looking rather adoringly at Sophie. Though he wanted to stay and ensure Sophie's hair remained free, being all of two years of age, he had no choice but to let his uncle take his hand and lead him out into the garden as they kicked a ball back and forth between them.

He huffed his annoyance that women couldn't walk around with their hair down and that he was always told off for trying to untangle women's locks for them. His Uncle Benedict grinned at his nephew's ramblings. Edmund then began talking about Sophie and saying how nice she was and how she always kept him company.

"I love Sophie." Edmund punctuated his five minute long talk of the woman. "Do you love Sophie too, Uncle Benedict?" he then asked. In Edmund's mind, surely everyone should love Sophie as much as he did.

His uncle stilled momentarily upon the question but then his expression softened and a crooked smile broke out on his face.

"I do, Ed." Benedict replied. "I really, really do."

                                                                                                                  Some weeks later, when Edmund was being tucked into bed one evening, his father didn't read a bedtime story like normal. Instead, he told his son some news.

"Edmund; your Uncle Benedict is getting married. You're going to have a new aunt." his father grinned.

Edmund gasped with delight. "Really?" He already couldn't wait to meet his uncle's bride. "What's her name?"

"Actually, Ed; Uncle Benedict is going to marry Sophie."

"Sophie?!" Edmund gasped even more. "Sophie Sophie?"

His father chuckled. "Yes, son. She's going to be your Aunt Sophie from now on."

The news filled Edmund with awe and upon his uncle's wedding day just a number of days later, he ran up to the new Mrs Bridgerton. She bent down to embrace him as he engulfed her with his little arms.

"I love you, Aunt Sophie!" he whispered into her ear.

"I love you too, Edmund." she hummed back and kissed him on his chubby cheek.

As she pulled back and rose up, she let out a gasp as she felt her hair falling around her. She looked knowingly to Edmund, his little hands clutching a hold of her hair pins.

"Edmund!" she laughed.

"Good work, Ed." Uncle Benedict smiled and picked up his nephew in his arms, taking the pins from him and pocketing them. "You know, I have to agree with you, Edmund. Aunt Sophie does indeed look even more beautiful with her hair down."

[alex-chesterfield]

What is canon in the Role Playing world? Before you invited me to participate in your story, I interpreted myself as the Alternate Universe.

Alex Chesterfield