#hazel beaumont

[diathadevil]

Oh yeah here's the sequel to this

@lmgoodwitch Enabled me to draw our OCs covering Klaus' entire face with lipstick. Yeah I think we broke him.

(blue is Aideen, maroon is Hazel)

[streamondemand]

Vincent Price challenges 'The Masque of the Red Death' on Criterion Channel

The Masque of the Red Death (1964) is to my mind the greatest of Roger Corman’s Edgar Allan Poe films. Vincent Price, Corman’s favorite leading man for the Poe adaptations, trades in his haunting, haunted portraits to play the demented, debauched Prince Prospero. It is the height of the black plague and his castle is the sole sanctuary, but the price to enter is to become a plaything of the…

[onenakedfarmer]

Currently Watching

THE MASQUE OF THE RED DEATH Roger Corman USA, 1964

[its-a-dogs-life]

The Main Cast, but it's their Spidersonas

Should I be working on official designs for them? Yes. Did I do this instead? Also yes! I made all these via this picrew -

Now, let's get into it!

Dario Brandli

Nova Solrun

Clarice Manning

Hazel Jarvis

Oliver Riley

Axel Bazin

Dylan Douglas

Farah Candy

Diamond Caulfield

Carl Becker

Rosalie Beaumont

Evelyn Jolie

[impala-dreamer]

Just Wrong

A Supernatural Story

~John Winchester has a hard life and an even harder time keeping his mind off of young Y/N.~

John Winchester x Fem!Reader, Dean Winchester

1,998 Words

Warnings: NSFW, Age Gap, Masturbation, Longing

A/N: Set pre-series somewhere between Sam going to college and the start of the show. Reader is a little younger than Dean, but still of legal age. 

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He was always watching. He told himself it was out of concern. He was teaching them how to hunt, how to walk away from a fight without too much mess, how to stay the fuck alive. But that wasn’t all it was.

Ever since they’d picked Y/N up after the case in Buckeye, he’d been enamored with her. She was quick witted and clever, eager to learn, even more so to please. She was beautiful, too, in that way he wasn’t supposed to linger over too long anymore. Not at his age. Not at hers. Hell, she was tucked right in between his boys in age, for Christ’s sake. He couldn’t spend his days eyeing the curves of her jeans, his nights dreaming of tossing her in the back of the Impala and having himself a taste of her sweet young body.

It was just wrong.

Besides, Dean seemed to be just as in love. He was all puppy eyes and cocky smirks around Y/N, and she seemed just as interested. They were forever joking around, bumping shoulders, playfully slapping, generally acting like young adults in the first stages of love.

He couldn’t do that to his son, no matter how much he wanted to take her stupid little ponytail in his fist and yank until she cried, until she was whimpering and staring up at him with those pouty lips all hungry and wet.

It was just wrong.

So he watched. Kept a parental eye on her, on them both. He eyed her in the rearview mirror, distracted from the road by her gentle humming and the way the sun bouncing off the chrome struck her face. He stared over books while they trudged through long research sessions, one eye on the text, the other on the tip of the pen that was forever tucked between her delicious lips, taunting him. He counted her smiles, her laughs, her annoyed grunts; every furious shout, each heart-stopping moan. He took snapshots with his mind, tucking little moments away forever.

At night, he would lie awake and watch her sleep, imagining she was in his arms and not sleeping butt-to-butt with his son, a pillow jammed between them like a wall.

There were times when she caught him staring. A few too many times he didn’t turn away fast enough and she found his gaze locked on her, hazel eyes lingering a little too long on the dip between her tits, the curve of her middle, the tip of her tongue. She never shied away, instead, she met his eye with a confidence beyond her years as if she held some secret she was daring him to dig up. That was a grave he’d be happy to excavate.

But no. It was just wrong.

Still, he couldn’t help but dream. Dream of her soft young body melting for his touch. Dream of her sweet voice growing louder as he claimed her virgin cunt.

Somewhere outside of Beaumont, Texas, they holed up in a crappy motel for a few days' rest before heading to the west coast. The room was cramped and old and smelled like bleach.

They ate pizza for dinner and downed a few beers each. Y/N was curled up on one of the beds, Dean at her side as always. John sat across from them, keeping an eye on his treasure and his pirate son.

More than once, he could have sworn she was looking at him. Her ears were with Dean, but her mind, her gaze, was on John. She drank her beer in tiny sips, with the rim of the brown bottle seated perfectly in the middle of her bottom lip. She curled her mouth around the glass and stared at him, teasing perhaps, but probably just oblivious to her charms. She couldn’t be flirting with him. There was no way.

Still, he let that glimmer of a thought grow in the back of his head; let the dream take over. He allowed himself to imagine her lips trailing down his body and wrapping around his cock until he was aching and had to excuse himself.

He left them there and slammed the bathroom door, near to panting. He pressed his palm against the wood and closed his eyes.

She was there on her knees at his feet, batting her painted lashes up at him, begging silently for his cock. She whimpered and opened her mouth, a bit of drool spilling down her chin.

John sucked in a heavy breath and beat his fist against the door.

“You OK, Dad?”

Dean’s voice broke through his imagination and John cleared his throat.

“Yeah. All good.” He shook his head and scrubbed his hands down his face, turning away.

“We’re gonna go grab more beer. OK?”

John exhaled hard and turned on the sink faucet. “Yeah. Good. Just leave me alone.”

He splashed water on his face and stared into the mirror. He was fucking old. How’d he get so old? He tugged at his cheeks, tried to smooth out the lines around his eyes. He squinted at himself, trying to find the young man he used to be.

Would she ever look at him the way she looked at Dean? All innocent smiles and awkward giggles. Or was he too old for that crap? Were the days of women giggling in his direction a thing of the past?

Well, fuck them. He didn’t need to chase young things anyway. He got what he needed when he needed it.

And still-

Y/N with that beer… with her mouth so plump and juicy like a plum…

His cock strained against his jeans again and he huffed. Fuck it.

John stepped into the tub and settled down on the cold porcelain as he unbuttoned his pants. He pushed his head back against the edge and yanked his jeans down just enough to free his dick. He was throbbing already and the cool air was a bit of a jolting shock.

He hissed and wrapped his hand around the base, closed his eyes and saw her face.

Would she call him Daddy? Dare he ask her to? Would she let him strip her slowly, take his time unwrapping her like a gift until every inch was exposed and shivering under his touch? Would she moan his name as he sunk his cock into her, scream when she came? Would they wake the dead together?

“John?”

The door creaked open and he froze, eyes snapping open and heart skipping. He sat up and tried to cover himself, but she was already peeking inside, her tiny hand curled around the door.

Her eyes went wide when she saw him. Her jaw dropped and lips curled. “Oh! I’m… sorry. I just- I heard something, wanted to check on you.”

John cleared his throat but his mouth was bone dry. “I’m fine.” He shifted in the tub, tried to look normal even though his skin was burning and his balls were aching. “Thought you and Dean were going out to-”

Y/N shook her head gently. Her eyes were falling from his face downwards, following the line of his arm. “No. He went by himself. I wanted to… stay here with you.” Stepping fully into the bathroom, she shut the door behind her and threw the lock. Coyly, she pressed her back to the door and bowed her head, chewed her lip nervously.

He swallowed hard. “You did?”

She smiled. “Yeah. Is that- OK?”

Blood pounded in his ears. “Y-yeah. That’s fine.”

Y/N pushed away from the door and locked her arms behind her back. She took a step closer and peered into the tub. “You sure?” She licked her lips slowly. “I don’t want to disturb you.”

He should kick her out. Shouldn’t let her stay.

“Not disturbing me… Not at all.”

Another step and she was at the edge of the tub. Eyes lidded with a sultry gaze, she started at his face and swept down over his entire body and then back up, settling on his cock. She tongued her cheek and let out a slow breath.

“It’s just that… I heard you call my name before and…” Gently, she sank to her knees on the cold tile and placed her hands on the rim of the tub. “Well, I thought if you needed some help…” Eyes on his face, she let her right hand slide from porcelain to denim and she curled her fingers into his thigh. “I could… be of service.” She moved a little higher, going slow lest he protest.

His jaw hung open, his brain sizzled. He should tell her to get lost, throw some kind of fit and make her leave, but fuck, her hand was so light yet pressed so heavy on his leg. His head was swimming, heart racing.

“You should go,” he whispered, barely any conviction behind it.

A little higher, her thumb brushed against the top of his sack.

He shuddered, stomach tensing hard.

“Are you sure?” she asked, pushing his hand away to take the base of his cock in the tight ring of her fist.

John hissed and grabbed her wrist, locking his long fingers all the way around. She startled, but held his gaze, daring him to tell her to go.

“Don’t worry,” she whispered, suddenly older than her years, seemingly far from the innocent little doll in his fantasies. Better, sexier. “I want to.”

His grip loosened and she snagged her lip between her teeth, clearly hot and excited herself.

She stroked him slowly, keeping her eyes locked on his. Her touch was like silk, her movements expert. John held his breath when she picked up the pace, groaned when she sat higher up on her knees to reach him better.

She was rolling against nothing as she worked his cock and John snuck a hand over the ledge, plucked at her tits through her shirt. She whined beautifully and tipped her head back; throat long and exposed, begging to be bitten.

“So wrong,” he moaned, reaching up to grab a fistful of her hair. She whimpered just like he imagined and her eyes rolled back to pure white.

“Not wrong,” she said with a grin. “You and me could never be wrong…” She swirled her palm over his leaking tip. “Never.”

“God, I want you so bad.” He grit his teeth, jerked his hips up into her hand.

Y/N paused for a moment and then pulled away. She stood up and John watched in shock as she tugged the jeans from her hips. Her panties were thin and damp and she tossed them aside as well.

“Want you too, John…”  Lifting her right leg, she set her heel on the tub and spread her pussy for him. “Want you to fuck me, John. Please… Please… Please… Please…”

Jaw clenched tight, he grunted loudly as he came, spilling into his own hand. Y/N vanished in a cloud of imagination and he sighed, relaxing in the empty tub.

“Fucking hell…”

Dean’s fist pounded on the door and John jumped.

“We’re back!”

John huffed and pushed himself up from the tub. “Thought I told you to leave me alone, damnit!”

There was no response, he was sure he heard Y/N laugh through the door. The bedsprings squeaked, the television snapped on.

John washed his hands and tucked himself away. Eyes back in the mirror, he shook his head.

“Keep dreaming, asshole,” he growled, hating himself for wanting her.

There was no way she would ever act like that, no way she’d ever want him the way he wanted her.

And yet, he was almost certain she gave him a teasing smile when he stepped back into the room. Sure she was eyeing him a little more than usual as they sat and watched t.v.; positive she was licking that bottle into her mouth just for him.

But fuck, it was just wrong…

[manicplank]

can't believe I haven't done this already

i fucking hate coming up with names

FULL NAME HEADCANONS!!!

Peppino Giuseppe Spaghetti

Gustavo Franceso Amadeo

Scott "Snitch" Spencer Stick (I think this is canon or rumored to be)

Phillip Bell Pepperman (Phil Pepperman is canon/rumored to be canon, I just added Bell)

Vigert Ebenezer Lantte (canon/rumored to be canon)

Theodore "J." Noise (Theodore Noise is canon, I like to leave the J. as is {I hc that he's weird about his middle name})

Hazel "Noisette" Isabelle Beaumont

ittehgapS eppesuiG onippeP (nicknamed Fake Peppino/Fakey/Faker)

Totino "Pizzahead" Marco (Totino rumored to be in the game files/popular among the fandom)

Digiorno "Pizzaface" Marco (Digiorno popular among the fandom)

"Granny" Cecilia "Cici" Marco

Johnathan Albert Jones "Pillar John"

Gerome Hamilton Jones

[alj4890]

On Impulse

(Maxwell Beaumont x OC) in a Choices The Royal Romance drabble

Thirty Kisses in Thirty Days Challenge with the prompt: a playful kiss given between laughter

Choices May Monthly Challenge: childhood friends | falling in love | holding hands

Rating G for fluff

@hopelessromantic1352 @twinkleallnight @tessa-liam @kingliam2019 @krsnlove @choicesficwriterscreations @fullbeaumonty @choiceschallenge-may2023 @jerzwriter

A/N Once upon a time (September of 2018 to be precise. Where has the time gone?!), I created my OC, Amanda Bridgerton, for Maxwell Beaumont in my first ever fanfic. About a year or so later I realized (along with many others in the fandom) through writing an angsty fic for the two that she was better suited for Thomas Hunt. So when I got this request from @twinkleallnight to reunite these two for a kiss challenge, it brought me back to all the times I wrote about Maxwell and Amanda secretly crushing on each other. So for this fic, Mr. Hunt is nowhere around to tempt her away from her love for Maxwell 😂😉

Masterlist

It was tiring being the proper, must always act a certain way noble. To have everyone watching and judging your every move, word you said, and even the way you dressed got old pretty fast.

It was only the first week of the social season and Maxwell was already exhausted.

"What's wrong?"

He looked up at Amanda.

"Nothing." He mumbled.

"It certainly doesn't look like nothing." She teased, poking him in his ticklish ribs.

He grinned at her. Leave it to his best friend to always know when he wasn't quite himself.

"Aren't you tired of this?" He whispered.

"Tired of what?"

"This." He gestured at the banquet hall filled to the brim with nobles and diplomats gathered together to celebrate King Constantine's wedding anniversary.

"I don't understand." Her brow furrowed. "Are you talking about the food or the company?"

"All of it!" He slumped back against a wall.

He couldn't help but think how much easier life used to be when he was younger. He was able to run around and do whatever he wanted with his friends without worry of the consequences. He typically had the woman next to him on many of his wild jaunts throughout the years. Come to think of it, most of his happiest memories included Amanda.

"I wish we were still children." He mumbled

She laughed, shaking her head at the memories that statement brought to mind. "I don't."

"You don't?"

"Maxwell," she huffed, "I was the most awkward girl in Cordonia. I was unfortunately born both clumsy and shy."

She winked at him. "Now I'm somewhat of a capable adult who might still be clumsy but can at least maintain a conversation without wanting to duck under a table."

He chuckled, slipping his arm around her shoulders.

"You weren't shy. You were simply quiet."

"I was always overthinking things." Amanda pointed out. "I still do, but I hide it better than I did when we were young."

"I could always tell when you were." Maxwell squeezed her close. "You chewed your bottom lip when overthinking."

She gently elbowed him. "Thanks for the reminder."

"You still do that, by the way." He whispered loudly.

She bit down on her bottom lip out of habit while fighting back a smile.

"Must you watch me all the time, Lord Beaumont?"

"I must, your grace." He dropped his arm, slipping his hand in hers. "How else can I make sure my best friend is enjoying herself?"

"You could simply ask me."

"True. But where's the fun in that?"

"Alright, Maxwell. Since you claim to know my tells so well. What am I feeling right now?"

She reluctantly pulled her hand away while turning to face him. Amanda cocked her head at an angle as she looked up at him. Her large hazel eyes held his ocean blue ones. A well practiced court smile was on her lips as she loosely clasped her hands together.

He lowered his head level with hers and narrowed his eyes in thought.

Amanda felt her cheeks flare with color over the intense way he studied her face.

Maxwell slowly smiled at the effect he had over her.

"I know what you need."

"You do?" She unconsciously bit down on her bottom lip.

His eyes darted down to her mouth, noticing the tell immediately.

"What is going through that mind of yours?" He asked, mostly to himself.

She averted her eyes, blushing all the more. If he only knew the thoughts she had about him, this would be a completely different conversation.

Amanda cleared her throat. "I believe you said you know what I need."

Maxwell grasped her hand again before sneaking quietly out of the room.

"Where are we going?" She asked.

"Out." He declared, briefly nodding to the footman who held a side door open for them.

"I gathered that." Amanda said drily. "But where specifically."

"We are going to get a breath of fresh air and see what wild notion comes over us." Maxwell decided.

"We are?"

"We are."

She couldn't help but smile over how determined he sounded. If there was one thing she could always depend on, it was Maxwell Beaumont living life on impulse alone.

"Now what?" She asked once they were far enough away from the palace.

His brow furrowed in thought as he considered their surroundings. There was the hedge maze where they used to play hide and seek with Liam, Drake, and Olivia. There was also the royal orchard where they long ago held their races and games of tag. Then there was the pond where they used to jump into the frigid water with their clothes on.

Maxwell wondered if she'd still be game to go swimming.

He cut his eyes to Amanda the moment she let go of his hand. She lifted both her hands to try and repin the strands of hair that had become loose from her formal updo. He remembered all the years she allowed the heavy dark brown mass to hang freely down her back. As a little boy who was completely head over heels for her, he'd loved to playfully pull it.

Now as a man, he would love to thread his fingers through it while his lips touched her--

"What?" She asked when she noticed him staring at her.

Maxwell felt heat creep up his neck.

He coughed and refocused on the landscape. "Nothing."

He glanced at her again to see her still struggling with her hair. On impulse, he reached over and pulled a few strategically placed pins free. He threw them as far as he could from where they were standing.

"Maxwell!" She cried out when her hair tumbled down past her shoulders. "Now what am I going to do?! I can't return to dinner looking like this!"

"Sorry." His unrepentant grin flashed at her.

"Liar." She couldn't stop herself from grinning at him. "You do realize that now that you made me unpresentable, you'll be forced to spend the rest of the night with me."

He reached up and tucked a windblown lock behind her ear. "I can live with that."

She stilled at the touch of his fingers grazing down her cheek.

Their eyes met.

Neither was sure what to do about the feelings the other caused. Of course, neither one knew how much the other would love it if they made the first move.

Amanda broke eye contact first.

"Should we go for a walk?"

"Um. Sure."

Maxwell's hand found hers once more.

He realized he did it without thinking. He'd always taken her hand since they were children. She had truly been a clumsy little girl and as her best friend, he felt he had to help keep her upright. He'd ignored the snickers and teasing from the other children and continued to hold Amanda's hand whenever they walked or ran about.

It was a habit he'd never broken, one he hoped to never break.

Amanda didn't seem to mind when he did so, which was a relief. He doubted he'd be able to stop something that was now like breathing to him.

"Oh!" She stumbled, losing her shoe.

Maxwell caught her before she fell.

"I got you!" He grasped her arms.

She blew a lock of hair out of her face while holding tight to him.

"Thank you." She twisted around to see her high heel stuck in a soft patch of grass. "Word to the wise. Do not wear Louboutins while trekking through the wild."

He chuckled and knelt down to help her slip her shoe back on.

"There we go, Cinderella." He teased.

"Please." She scoffed. "We both know I'm not princess fairy tale material."

"What makes you say that?"

"For one thing, look at me. Do I honestly look like something that would make a man scour a kingdom to find again, much less fall in love at first sight?"

Maxwell was more than ready to answer that question in great detail.

And," she continued unaware that he was ready to tell her what he really thought about her, "there are two single princes in that palace. Neither have ever looked at me like Prince Charming did Cinderella."

Maxwell gazed up at her. "Do you want Leo and Liam to look at you like that?"

Amanda realized her joke was being taken seriously. She couldn't recall a time where Maxwell's voice and manner had ever been so somber.

"I adore them both and they are definitely charming and handsome." She hesitated before adding, "but, I don't think I want either of them to be interested in me like that."

Maxwell quietly got to his feet, dusted his knees off, and took her hand once more.

She didn't like how serious he seemed. The dark clouds building overhead had nothing on the expression on his face.

Amanda decided to get him back in that playful, spontaneous frame of mind.

She pulled her hand from his and tapped his shoulder.

"Tag! You're it!" She exclaimed before she took off running.

Maxwell stared in disbelief at her kicking her shoes off and hiking her skirt well above her knees. It took him a few more seconds to react, giving her enough time to disappear in the apple orchard.

He took off after her.

Once he got to the last place he saw her, he stopped and looked around.

He tried to listen for any footsteps or the rustlings of her ball gown.

His eyes narrowed as he scanned the area falling swiftly into darkness as more clouds rolled in. The wind picked up with the smell of rain permeating the air.

"Okay!" He called out. "I give up! Where are you?"

Silence answered him.

He dropped his head back.

"I'm serious! You're the winner, Amanda! Where did you go?"

Maxwell folded his arms.

"Come on, Amanda! Why won't you--"

He yelped when she dropped down from a nearby apple tree branch.

"Hah!" She took off running again before he could grab her.

"I've got you now!" He caught up to her fast, embracing her from behind.

Amanda squealed when he lifted her off the ground, laughing even harder when he began to tickle her.

"Max, no--stop--have mercy" She doubled over trying to escape him. "Please! Uncle!"

His hands stilled their torture.

Amanda managed to catch her breath, her smile was still peeping out at him as she tried to right her appearance.

Maxwell reached out to pluck a stray leaf from her hair.

"Thank you." She grinned at him. "Now m'lord, if you would be so kind as to assist me in finding where I left my shoes, I--"

He held them up in front of her.

She reached for them, only for Maxwell to lift them higher.

"What are you doing?" She asked with a giggle.

"Keeping you here." He replied. "With your hair down and no shoes on, there's no way you can return to the palace until everyone has gone to bed."

He had a smug expression on his face.

"Can you imagine the gossip if you did show up looking like a lady who rolled around in the dirt?"

"Dirt?!" She pulled a small compact from her pocket and checked her appearance. A bit of dirt touched on one cheek while another spot was directly over her left eyebrow.

"Good heavens!" She tried to wipe it off.

"Here, let me." Maxwell used his pocket square to gently clean her face.

Another round of laughter slipped out.

"What's so funny?" He asked.

"I was thinking what Uncle Nicky would say if he was to see us right now." She giggled again.

Maxwell chuckled at the thought of what fun loving Nicholas Bridgerton would think of them running around like children.

"He'd probably be proud of us for cutting loose."

"Probably."

Amanda began to squirm the longer Maxwell cleaned her face.

"I don't believe I am that dirty." She teased.

His eyes met hers. His dimples deepened with another grin.

"It's difficult to clean with no water at hand."

"We could always sneak back inside and--"

The clouds opened up.

The two looked up at the rain falling then at each other. Within seconds they were drenched.

And they couldn't stop laughing at the state they were both in. After all, they were supposed to be two respectable nobles of Cordonia. One look at them now and no one would believe that.

Maxwell still had her face cupped in his hands. On impulse, he leaned forward and kissed her, smothering her laughter for a brief moment.

He could feel her still shake with laughter as her arms slipped around his neck. He smiled against her lips as the brief kiss came to an end.

Amanda looked up at him, her own smile bright with wonder.

Maxwell lifted her off the ground, swinging her in a circle as the rain continued to fall.

She giggled, holding tight to him.

Once he set her back on the ground, she tugged him back down for a deeper kiss.

He sank into her embrace, glorying in feeling her lips part under his urging. Their tongues tangled, causing them both to move closer to the other.

"We should do that more often." Maxwell said a touch breathlessly.

"I think so too." Amanda pressed another sweet kiss to his lips, letting them linger there as she spoke. "In fact, I think it should become our new way to play together."

"So like tag but instead of tapping each other with our hands, we use our mouths?" He teased in the midst of kissing down her neck.

She laughed while nodding her head.

"Then tag," he dipped her while kissing her once more, "you're it."

[thelostrainbowthenovel]

Bios: The Erdennian Rulers

- Ruling Queen Demeter Erdmann

. Age: 43

. Gender: female

. Sexuality: pansexual

. Family: Cataleya(Momma), Camellia(Mummy), Gaia(oldest child), Avani(middle child), Beaumont(youngest child)

. Relationships: Enki(husband)

. Abilities: plant magic(natural), some forest nymph abilities(natural), solar/sun witch(acquired)

. Physical Appearance: slightly tall with a curvy and thick/chubby hourglass build, waist-length and honey brown hair often put up in messy buns, light brown skin with a smattering of freckles across her body, bright green eyes, ears and left nostril pierced, a few tattoos but her main one is done in a traditional style spanning across her chest and collarbones with sun motifs

Ruling queen of the Kingdom of Erdennia, wife to Enki, and mother to Gaia, Avani, and Beaumont. Demeter has quite the peculiar origin, as she was not born through natural means. The only ruler to have same-sex parents, when it came to having their child her mothers opted to go through with the old clay method of the witches, which involved combining their dna within a clay mold of a baby and imbuing it with magic and a spell. While she was born and is still perfectly healthy and "normal", her magic when she was younger was a bit more unstable as a side-effect. She first met Enki when they were children, with them hitting it off very easily despite their differences. She always made him smile and laugh so easily, and he was one of the first to listen, encourage, and take her seriously, with them falling for each other early on as they have been together as a couple since they were young teenagers. Very spunky and a bit wild in her youth, this allowed her to mesh so well with Noelani as they became best friends, going on a lot of fun and crazy adventures together when they were teenagers before their adventures had to end when they were adults for their own respective reasons. For Demeter, the reason was for the pregnancy and birth of her and Enki's first child, who came into their lives unexpectedly when they were still very young but both vowed to do their best as new parents. After their oldest child was a few years old and they got married in their early-twenties, they had planned on having several children together, though their fertility issues had sadly only given them two more children born such a long time after. Though this always saddened them, they are more than grateful for the three children they had been blessed with, and have used their experience to advocate for more fertility research and treatments. She has grown very mature and wise since her youth, though she still has a fun, playful sense about her. Despite normally seeming so happy and cheerful, she holds a lot of inner sadness and stress that she tries not to show as she wants to put on a calm and brave face for her people, but all this bottling up has made her prone to big emotional outbursts. Lately these have been caused by the Blight Flu wrecking such devastation and illness across Erdennia to both the land and citizens, with her taking it the hardest as both her youngest two children and recently her husband has become seriously ill and bedridden.

- King Consort Enki Erdmann

. Age: 42

. Gender: male

. Sexuality: demiromantic gray-asexual

. Family: parents, 2 younger twin sisters, 1 younger brother, 2 nieces, 3 nephews, Gaia(oldest child), Avani(middle child), Beaumont(youngest child)

. Relationships: Demeter(wife)

. Abilities: dryad/tree magic(natural), green/forest witch(acquired)

. Physical Appearance: short with a soft and husky build, dark green and messy hair that falls slightly past the collarbones, medium-length beard, dark brown skin, dark hazel eyes, ears pierced, giant tattoo going down his entire back of a tree

King consort of the Kingdom of Erdennia, husband to Demeter, and father to Gaia, Avani, and Beaumont. Enki grew up in a poor family that lived fairly secluded in the woods, which made him very quiet around others as his parents always instilled in him the importance of remaining guarded and careful around strangers. His first time meeting kids his own age was when his parents were able to apply for a scholarship for him to attend a private school in Avalon, which is also when he first met Demeter. As he had no peers back home he was very shy interacting with kids his own age for the first time, but he always found himself gravitated towards Demeter, as she was the first person who made him feel appreciated and welcomed. Although it was difficult at first for them to become friends, his first fond memory of her was how she made him laugh and smile so easily on one of his off days, with him from then on knowing he always wanted her in his life. Although he has gained more confidence and friendliness over the years, mainly thanks to Demeter's influence, he has remained a brooding and reserved person, but one that still means well. When he was in his early-thirties was when he first starting gaining an interest in and practicing witchcraft, both as he wanted to find more unconventional ways of dealing with the various problems in his kingdom, but also because he was curious to learn this new magic form from stories from his childhood. He is primarily interested in potions and spells with more of a healing nature, as he found the former the most interesting and the later to be super helpful in his work, especially for the current Blight Flu going around Erdennia. When his eldest daughter was a teenager, he was the one that inspired and encouraged her to pursue becoming a witch herself, and was a big help in teaching her some spells and other things as she first started out. Though some people are concerned over his practice of witchcraft with the unfortunate stigma that has persisted through some places, he was close to a breakthrough in finding a cure, before he unfortunately caught the Blight Flu himself and had to be hospitalized and bed-bound.

[twistxdcrafts]

biography; the beekeeper & the candle maker.

aesthetic | family history | relationships | wanted connections | prompts

walking through the picturesque streets of cardinal hill, you find beaumont proctor, the 43 year old beekeeper & candle maker originally from cardinal hill, washington. living alongside them in such a small town, you know that they're generous and moody, but what you might not know is that they are a human, and that they’re hiding something… ― lee pace, homosexual, cis male, and he/him.

i. details

full name: beaumont alexander proctor nickname(s): beau (most common), monty (very rare, hates it) age: 43 years old date of birth: 21st february, 1947 place of birth: cardinal hill, washington residential area: lower cardinal gender: cis male pronouns: he/him sexuality: homosexual martial status: single occupation: beekeeper, candle maker, artisan business owner

ii. appearance

faceclaim: lee pace   hair: warm brunette, wavy, short back and sides, long on top  eyes: hazel with green facial hair: stubble to short beard, shave and repeat height: 196cm | 6'5  body type: tall, lean, athletic, strong from regular exercise 

iii. personality

personality type: infp | the mediator  moral alignment:  neutral good - true neutral astrology: pisces sun, pisces moon, scorpio rising positive traits: generous, creative, resourceful, determined, passionate, charismatic, energetic, thoughtful, romantic, observant, intelligent negative traits: moody, escapist, closed-off, reckless, stubborn, emotional, sensitive, impulsive, self-critical, jealous

interests: beekeeping, candle making, soap making, botany, entomology, herbal medicine, animal husbandry, vegetable & herb growing, literature, poetry, carpentry and woodworking, interior decorating, renovation, refurbishment, fishing, foraging, cooking, hiking, swimming.

education: bachelor's degree in agriculture & animal husbandry, with minors in entomology and botany

vi. biography

trigger & content warnings: fire, several deaths, mentions of alcohol and drugs.

1947 - 1964 from birth to age 17 years old

born on february 21st 1947, beaumont is the third child out of four, from parents beatrice and lloyd proctor. named after his father's grandfather, beaumont is a member of the 13th generation directly descended from john and elizabeth proctor, the famously accused of the salem, massachusetts witch trials. as it happens, neither john nor elizabeth were a witch, but their son, john proctor the third, in a twist of fate, went on to marry one, mary blackwood.

the proctor's had a long, strong bloodline of witches, but beau was the only one out of his four siblings who wasn't born a witch. despite his parents' best efforts, he felt ostracized from his family. while his siblings magic manifested early, and were celebrated, beau was met with expectant gazes that turned to quiet disappointment when he reached 15 years old, and it was clear he had no magic. three children with quickly developing magical abilities needed guidance and their witch education took presidence. beau, not wanting to disappoint his parent's any more, tried his hardest but even he felt his human accomplishments - an ace student, piano, the swim team, community involvement, a charming wit - became overlooked and sidelined.

he even took on his own independent witch education - studying botany, herbology, astrology, herbal medicine and non-magical witch skills - was brushed aside, and a foolish pursuit in comparison to his magically talented siblings. still, he refused to give up and maintained his hard work... until the night of the old mill fire.

a classic tale of teenage truancy turned tragedy, beau and his closest friend, charles, were messing around in the old mill, long abandoned and closed to the public. somehow, a fire started, and the boys became trapped. beau managed to escape, dragging an unconscious charlie with him, but the other boy tragically died in the hospital from his extensive injuries.

beau, crippled by grief and guilt, became a shell of his former self, moving through life like a ghost. in a few months, he dropped out of high school and started acting out, with alcohol, drugs and general misbehaviour. his parents didn't know what to do, trying to protect their family name and their other children, but their salvation came in the form of a letter. earl, lloyd proctor's non-witch brother, reached out to beau. his uncle's kind and empathetic words reached him, and beau left a note, packed a bag and took enough money to get himself across the country to salem, massachusetts. his uncle took him in, and it turned beau's life around.

1964 - 1972 ages 17 to 25 years old

there, in the place where his ancestors had left and his uncle had moved to, he started to heal from his grief and his guilt. the nightmares he'd had started to happen less and less, and his uncle let him help out on his land. he taught beau how to look after chickens, goats, and bees. he gave the young man a reason to get out of bed in the morning. beau wanted to become his apprentice, but his uncle made him promise to go back and graduate from high school. beau agreed, enrolling two years behind his classmates, but determined to graduate. he worked hard and achieved good grades, considering his circumstances.

his only setback was the sudden and tragic death of his brother, jonathan. the oldest proctor child, although he wasn't the heir, he was greatly loved by his family, and he left behind a family of his own of three daughters with lilian prior. beau returned to cardinal hills for the funeral. he thought he should return for good, but he could see in their grief that his family were even more distant from him, and he had come to see his uncle and the farm in salem as his salvation. and so, he returned to massachusetts.

as promised, his uncle took beau on as his apprentice, learning to become a bee keeper and a candle maker. however, he saw his nephew's further potential, and encouraged him to apply for college. beau was unsure, having lost his confidence and his ambition, but he applied to make him uncle proud. he did not succeed, but was invited to join a summer programme at harvard university. knowing it could be the closest he'd ever get to attending the ivy league school, beau attended, and his hard work there paid off, when he was granted a late-acceptance to a local community college near salem. he studied many subjects - european and american history, entomology, botany, animal husbandry and eventually graduated with a bachelor's degree in agriculture. all the while, he continued to work as his uncle's apprentice and farmhand. after graduation, beau spent another year with his uncle.

1972 - 1976 ages 25 to 29 years old

since his moving to salem, beau had been working to restore the relationship with his family, through letters and bi-annual visits to cardinal hills. he still felt very much like an outsider but had grown especially close to his two sisters. his youngest sister, mary-elizabeth, the baby of the family, expressed a desire to attend university in england, where their bloodline had originally come from. their parents were anxious at the idea, but beau offered to go with them and look after them. he did have his own curiosity to explore their family history and english beekeeping, but the young man had itchy feet and wanted to go on his own adventure.

whilst living in england, just south of london in the county of kent, beau began working as a beekeeper and vegetable gardener on the country estate belonging to aurelius 'grey' hawthorne. a cold, aloof young man, the same age as beau, but with so much more resting on his handsome shoulders. slowly but surely, the two bonded. grey introduced beau to his passion, horses, whilst showing a quiet interest in beau's passion, bees. they tested and challenged each other, and eventually fell into a slow-burning passion. they became lovers, but grey broke it off before beau left england.

1976 - 1979 ages 29 to 32 years old

after four years, beau returned to america, and came back to work with his uncle as a business partner and equal with his own unique knowledge and experience. two years after his return, his uncle died unexpectedly. beau organised his funeral, and following his uncle's wishes, spread half his ashes on the farm in salem, and he would take the other half back to cardinal hills. he continued his uncle's business, but six months after his uncle's funeral, beau's grandparents would die within a week of each other. he came back to cardinal hills to attend their funeral and the ascension of his mother as the family's matriarch. while he was visiting, beau's parents asked him to return to cardinal hills, wanting the family to close ranks. after thinking about it, beau decided to relocate the business and return to his hometown. he began the process of selling his uncle's farm and either selling, rehoming or moving his livestock with him.

1979 - 1990 (present) ages 32 to 43 years old

following his return, beau originally rented a cottage with a little land where he could keep his beehives, his chickens and his goats. he had already established contacts in cardinal hills to sell his wares even when he was across the country in salem, but he had ambitions to build. his products were of recognised good quality, and even his parents recognised his potential. his life looked very different than they imagined, but he was finding his valued place in the witch world despite his lack of magic. they seemed to quietly acknowledge the lack of recognition and support they'd given to beau early in life and wanted to make up for lost time. they offered him a gift of money - he'd worked hard all of his life and gotten back on his feet despite tragedy - but beau made them a deal. like his siblings, he would take a gift contribution towards a home, but the rest of the money would act as an interest-free business loan and he would pay them back gradually.

with the money, beau bought an old farmhouse, and over time restored it into his home and developed the surrounding land into the small farm it is today. over the last decade, he has become the top honey and candle supplier for witches in cardinal hills, and an artisan good supplier for the human population. his business has developed to produce honey, beeswax both raw and refined, royal jelly, candles and soap. although he doesn't have a traditional store, he's a regular vendor at local artisanal and farmer's markets. his edible produce, including honey, apple sauce and honey lavender cake has won at the cardinal hills town show.

his life in cardinal hills has been relatively peaceful. he dated nicholas stone for almost a year until they broke up roughly six months ago. now, the nightmares he's been having have shaken him up, and he wonders if something is haunting him from years ago...

[hallowgracie]

To Sail on Seas of Sky Excerpt: EloKas

Note: This excerpt is from one of my current wips, a pirate-themed high-fantasy that I'm aiming to bring to my platforms by next summer. I thought I might as well post a little excerpt for Talk Like a Pirate Day.

One of the features of the work is the tangled love-pentagon between the five young leads. One of these pairings is Elodie/Kas, and here is their first real meeting! Enjoy!

“Ah, it’s good to see milady out here.”

She turned her head to see none other than the gaudy blond pirate boy with his back against the railing, turned away from the endless ocean. It unnerved her, as she had not known how long he had been there. 

“I’m Kas, by the way.” He leaned his head back, his hazel eyes gleaming with something she did not understand. “Kas Beaumont—I don’t think we had the chance to exchange names.”

“Elodie Fleetwood,” she said, mostly out of reflex. She then felt the heat rising to her face. “Sorry—you probably know that already, don’t you?”

“I do, but I never correct a lady, if I can help it.” 

Elodie pressed her lips together, and looked back out at the water. The golden light turned the sea as dark as wine or the liquid that came from the jeweled-looking fruits that grew in the trees around Port Augustine. 

“Enjoying the view?”

There was something softer about Kas’s voice, something that made her feel more at ease. 

“I’ve just never been outside of Port Augustine before,” she confessed. “I had no idea that the world was so. . . so big!”

Kas laughed good-naturedly. “It still doesn’t fail to amaze me, for what it’s worth. And I traveled plenty before I ever set foot on a ship like this.”

“A ship like this?”

“A pirate ship—sorry, privateer, Captain will give me an earful if I don’t use the proper terminology.” He grinned all the same. 

“How did you end up on a privateer ship, then?” Elodie asked. 

She noticed the briefest darkening in his gold-rimmed hazel eyes. His smirk did not falter, however. “Have any theories, my lady? Maybe I was born to sail the seas and skies. Or perhaps I am like your friend we picked up, or dearest Jade, born among the pirates?”

“I don’t think you are.” Elodie pressed her lips together as she examined Kas. “Your accent is much crisper, and you speak like the students at the college. Clearly you have expensive tastes given—“ she gestured at the jewelry— “All of that.”

His eyes gleamed as his head bobbed back. “Very good. You have an eye for detail—you should ask Captain to put you on lookout.”

“You still haven’t answered my question.” Elodie tilted her head. “You don’t have to, if you don’t want to. You can come out and say it.”

“And where’s the fun in that?” Kas turned around, propping his elbows on the side and leaning back so he could look up at the sky between the billowing sails. “Besides, it’s no real secret. I don’t mind telling you.”

Elodie planted her hands on her hips. “And you’re going through all this song and dance about it why?”

“Because that’s what makes a conversation fun, my lady, it’s a battle of wits!” He adjusted his hat, so it wouldn’t blow off as the sea-winds picked up. “You should try it sometime, it does get so terribly boring being on the sea for so long.”

Elodie huffed a sigh. “If you aren’t going to talk, you might as well not waste my time.”

She started to storm off when Kas grabbed her arm.

“I’m sorry,” he said, the smile less conniving and the slightest bit more sincere. “Look, maybe I’ll tell you the story some other time. But let me at least escort you to dinner.”

“Escort me?” Elodie raised her eyebrows. 

“Well, I suppose you haven’t been there yet, and Jade’s a bit busy at the moment.” He let go of her arm, but his hand still hovered over her skin, lingering like the kiss of the sun. “Besides, I thought you might not want to be on your own.”

“I guess not.” Elodie tilted her head, reconsidering Kas. 

“Don’t worry, I can be a gentleman at least sometimes.” He tipped his hat to her, then slipped his arm into hers. “May I?”

“You may.” 

[jerzwriter]

Rank your favorite LIs within your favorite stories. (i.e., rank the OH lis, BOLAS lis, etc.)

Hey Nonny,

Thank you for the ask! I want to preface that these are my opinions, and others have different opinions, and that's all right. I'll do this for all the Choices stories I've read (and remember! lol). But I'll start with the 2 multiple LI stories I write for first.

Open Heart

Tobias Carrick - I know he wasn't an LI, but it's not my fault PB is stupid! lol

Ethan Ramsey

Bryce Lahela

Jackie Varma

Raf Aveiro

Wake the Dead

Eli SIpes

Troy Hassan

Shannon Fox

Angel Savage

Sledge

More Below

A Courtesan of Rome

Cassius (from what I remember lol)

Sabina

Syphax (in fairness, I never completed the route with him)

Julius Ceasar (hated the fucker, but he was hot as hell lol)

Desire & Decorum

Ernest Sinclaire I really like all the other LIs, but I'm eternally devoted to Ernest. lol I've never been able to pick anyone else.

Foreign Affairs

Blaine Hayes (M and F Versions)

Tatum Mendoza

Ayna Seth

The Freshman Series

Zig Ortega (eternally devoted to Zig! lol)

Becca Davenport

James Ashton

Chris Powell

Kaitlin Liao

Guinevere

Tie. I loved Arthur and Lancelot, I can't pick! lol

Hot Couture

Marco Di Vincenzo

Luz Estrada

Hazel Nguyen

Travis McKenzie (really not my type...)

LoveHacks

Marc Collins

Ben Park

Leah Myers

My Two First Loves

Noah Harris (Bad Boy/Default) LOVE Noah

Ava Lawrence (Best Friend/Default)

Mason Jennings (Childhood Crush/Default) Really didn't care for him.

Perfect Match

Damian Nazario

Alana Kusuma (sorry, she's hot) Didn't romance others. Sloane irritated me, and Hayden... they're a robot. lol

Queen B

Ian Kingsley (Sorry, not sorry!) Didn't romance others, Zoey was too friend zoned for me, and Poppy, absofreakingloutely NOT.

Red Carpet Diaries * I'm only about 5 chapters in - so this is subject to change.

Matt Rodriguez Really don't know enough about the rest just yet. Teja's stupid hat ruined her for me.

The Royal Romance

Drake Walker (Sorry, curmudgeons with a soft spot for LI are my kryptonite)

Liam Rys

Hana Lee (Love her, but to quote Hozier, she's too sweet for me)

Maxwell Beaumont (he's totally friend-zoned for me)

Rules of Engagement

(I barely remember this story, but from what I recall:)

William (Business Guy)

Leo (Prince)

Dean (Bartender)

The Unexpected Heiress

John Somerset

Gemma Montjoy

Hugh Crawford

Veil of Secrets *

(I am 11 chapters in, but pretty confident with my choices here:)

Grant Emerson

Naomi Silverhawk

Flynn O'Malley

Kate O'Malley

I started BOLAS but didn't get far. Based on what I read, I would say:

Mal Volari

Nia Elarious

I'm too human-centric for Tyril or Imtura, and I never met the others.

Thanks for the ask, Nonny!

[sporadiceagleheart]

Today's joy with Rachel Joy Scott Friday edits is for missing kids I hope soon they be found and Brought back home safe and sound Madeleine McCann, Inga Gehricke, Summer Wells, Haleigh Cummings, Morgan Nick, Ben Needham, Timmothy Pitzen, Baby Lisa Irwin, Baby Sabrina Aisenberg, Kayla Berg, Mary Boyle, Jennifer Joyce Kesse, Amy Lynn Bradley, Asha Jaquilla Degree, Brian Randall Shaffer, Brandon Swanson, Lars Joachim Mittank, Maura Murray, Kyron Richard Horman, Rebecca Coriam, Evelyn Grace Hartley, Frederick Valentich, Lauren Spierer, Marjorie West, Margaret Ellen Fox, Joshua Guimond, LeeAnna Warner, Tara Leigh Calico, Cherrie Ann Mahan, Nyleen Kay Marshall, Phoenix Coldon, Laureen Ann Rahn, Johnny Gosch, Sara Anne Wood, Rebecca Reusch, BRANDON LEE WADE, Katrice Lee, Adele Marie Wells, William Tyrrell, Rene Hasee, Jane Beaumont, Dennise Jeannette "Denny" Sullivan, Ember Skye Graham, Tricia J. Kellett, Donnis Marie "Pinky" Redman, Renee Aitken, Dulce Maria Alavez, Jonathan Allen, Victoria Allen, Mylette Josephine Anderson, Erica Nicole Baker, Ava Grace Baldwin, Amber Renee Barker, Brittney Ann Beers, Tammy Lynn Belanger, Alessia Vera Schepp, Livia Clara Schepp, Ilene Rebecca Scott, Mary Lou Sena, Natasha Marie Shanes, Kathleen Ann "Kathy" Shea, Crystal Ann Tymich, Anna[1] Christian Waters, Holly Ann Hughes, Ashley LaShay Jones, Sofia Lucerno Juarez, Amber Jean Swartz-Garcia, Brooklinn Felyxia Miller, Marjorie Christina "Christy" Luna , Lorie Lynn Lewis, Sheri Lynn Johnson, Lauren Maria Pico Jackson, Hattie Yvonne Jackson, Janice Kathryn Pockett, Alice Pereira, Sabine Morgenroth, Daniela Moreno, April Ann Cooper, Catherine Barbara "Cathy" Davidson, Mary Rachel Bryan, Hazel X. Bracamontes, Melissa Lee Brannen, Edna "Bette Jean" Masters, Shaina Ashly Kirkpatrick,

[onenakedfarmer]

Currently Watching

THE PREMATURE BURIAL Roger Corman USA, 1962

[ocke]

tagged by @sovietunionto to list my top 5 songs atm jotchua smileee

my love - vortxz

that thing - hazel english

nice house - joywave

mascara - flamango bay

champagne coast - blood orange

bonus: palmeras - CLUBZ

tagging @elysiuminfra @tetrachrome @jeffrey-beaumont @fragglescraggle + anyone else who wants to do it

[twittercomfrnklin2001-blog]

The Masque of the Red Death

Roger Corman’s early films often achieved a kind of dime-store surrealism, mainly because his low budgets required him to recycle shots from other films and even within the same film (see the chase scene in his neglected NOT OF THIS EARTH from 1957). With the larger budgets accorded his Poe adaptations, he started moving in the direction of genuine surrealism, which reached its apotheosis in THE MASQUE OF THE RED DEATH (1964, Criterion through month’s end). Shooting in England gave him access to British film subsidies, which increased his budget, and sets from the recently completed BECKETT (1964), redressed by Daniel Haller to make this one of the most sumptuous of Corman’s films. The screenplay by Charles Beaumont and R. Wright Campbell pads Poe’s slender story by making Prince Prospero (Vincent Price) a satanist with a jealous mistress (Hazel Court) and a yen to corrupt innocent peasant girl Jane Asher. The film also has a subplot based on Poe’s “Hop-Frog,” with court jester Skip Martin (a really marvelous actor) seeking revenge when courtier Patrick Magee mistreats Martin’s girlfriend. There are flaws. Asher’s innocence is nowhere near as charismatic as Price’s corruption, and the then 17-year-old actress doesn’t know what to make of pious lines that thud in the midst of Price and Court’s more acerbic dialog. She’s the Christian turd in their Satanic punchbowl. And the costumer should have paid attention to the number of times Price forbids his guests to wear red to the big masquerade at the end. It doesn’t make a lot of sense for him to be upset at the mysterious figure wearing red (John Westbrook, though it’s rumored his lines were dubbed by Christopher Lee) when you can see three or four partyers around him in the same color. But Price wisely underplays his lines (because Magee is doing enough acting for two, even though he presumably only got one paycheck), and it’s worth the price of admission just to hear the way he says “Christian.” There are two eerie dream scenes, and the climactic masque, with dancers in slow motion surrounding Price, is a surrealistic delight. Some may complain that the ending cribs too obviously from Ingmar Bergman, but I find the image of the Red Death playing cards with a little girl more of an homage. Corman’s film may not be as iconic as the Bergman, but it sure is entertaining.

[alj4890]

Hii 🥰

What is something you love about your MC / OC? You can create and share anything you’d like 😍 HC‘s, moodboards, edits or drabbles. Have fun and gush about your MC / OC 🥰

Also what made you create your MC /OC what was your inspiration?

Eek! I love this idea @peonierose 🤣 So I did a little moodboard, or tried to 🤦🏻‍♀️ I wish I was better at them, LOL! I went with my OC Amanda Bridgerton. *on a side note, I'm still out of town so this was done after long theme park days and nights 😂 So my exhaustion might be shining through with multiple mistakes 🤣

One of the things I love about her is how once she is assured that her love interest returns her feelings, she immediately relaxes and is so giving with her heart and affection. She settles into the role of girlfriend/fiancee/wife with ease and does nothing but look forward to being with the one she loves. Her adoration of her love interest only makes him fall even more in love with her. Her gentleness and humor go a long way to endear her to those she considers hers.

My FC for her is Anne Hathaway. The other two FC's are James Marsden for Maxwell Beaumont and Jon Hamm for Thomas Hunt. Amanda was created at first for Maxwell Beaumont. In my HC, she is a duchess from Cordonia. Her duchy is St Orella. Her parents died at sea when she was twelve and she grew up with Liam, Maxwell, Drake, and Olivia. Her uncle, Nicholas Bridgerton "Uncle Nicky" raised her and was a huge influence on her life as well as her friends' lives. He was warm, fun loving, and wise and died shortly before the events of TRR.

I usually had her either crushing hard on Maxwell or in love with him. In a few older AU's of mine, they always ended up together. Amanda is also a successful author. From the beginning, I had her working with Thomas Hunt and Ryan Summers of Red Carpet Diaries to turn her book about her ancestor into a movie. In the beginning, I had her falling for Ryan Summers when she believed that Maxwell would never see her as anything more than a friend. Then I did something that changed everything 🤣

I decided to write an angsty piece with Maxwell and Amanda. I allowed Thomas Hunt to enter into the picture as a love interest and realized (along with a few others on here) that she was better suited with him than she was with Maxwell.

So the end of Maxwell x Amanda came about and I entered into the Thomas Hunt x Amanda saga.

I must admit writing their love story came about so much easier than when I tried to force her with Maxwell 😂😂😂 Now I can't imagine her with anyone else.

So, regardless of the Love Interest or the AU, Amanda is trying very hard to not be a suitor for Liam because she is desperately in love with either Maxwell or Thomas. And usually, they are working just as hard to make certain she doesn't have to.

Amanda longs to find the one she is meant for, marry, and have a family of her own. With Maxwell, she has two daughters, Nichole "Nicky" and Emily. With Thomas, she has three children, Kathleen and the twins: Ian and Elizabeth. All these names are what I wanted to name my own children, especially if I had been fortunate enough to have girls and one more boy. 🙄 I have two sons and was unable to have anymore due to serious health issues that developed after having my second son, so it at least I have my imaginary ones 😂

As for inspiration for my OC, it belongs with my late aunt whom I lost in 2013. Aunt Ann always encouraged my imagination and story ideas and she wanted me to one day write a story and have a character with my name (she loved how it looked written out). So Amanda has my first name and long before Bridgerton became popular on Netflix, I devoured the Bridgerton series of books back in 2016/2017 and gave her their last name in honor of my all time favorite series of books.

I've also given Amanda my own quirks and insecurities along with my dark hair and hazel eyes.

She has my hatred of having to stand and speak before large groups. She loves to dance. She loves movies, especially the classic films which is something I was raised to adore. Her favorite flower is the tulip and her favorite color is blue (which is also her duchy's color along with silver)

She is an only child like me. She suffers with many of the doubts I did as a teenager and young adult while waiting on my perfect match to appear.

She is highly critical of her own body like I am. She loves cheese enchiladas and chip and dip like I do 🤣 She laughs often which I'm guilty of and is pretty upbeat for the most part when she isn't wallowing in her doubts.

Amanda also over thinks things and jumps to conclusions though tries to be logical about them in her arguments much like I do 🤦🏻‍♀️ I also gave her my clumsiness. It's been so great to have in life 😂

LOL! I've given her a lot of me in case you can't tell. So if you like her, then chances are very high that if we were ever to meet, you'd like me too.