#gooddame

Jennnnnnnn!!!!! SO happy to see you in my inbox. Thank you, gorgeous lady! Happy Birthday for the 3rd, my almost birthday twin. Have a fabulous day x 

Thanks Jennifer! 💖

When my friends/mutuals/followers message me, tag me in something they know I’ll enjoy or want to participate in, or comment on one of my posts. Y’all bring a smile to my every time! 

Autumn aesthetics - it’s my favorite season and I bask in everything about it

Finally busting through writer’s block. Can you say CATHARSIS.

Reading out on the porch as the sun sets

Wow....never ever use K that many times in a row. I'm just white enough you might bring the actual Klan to my door. Which would be quite fucking rude of you. As for likening me to Amy March I'll take it. Our flaws and our strengths do line up quite well.

Who do my mutuals remind me of avec Jane Austen....hmmmm....

@austennerdita2533 is Jane Bennett to a freaking tee. Quiet, kindest soul, deeply funny, witty as heck. Amazing grace.

@indominusregina is Elinor Dashwood. She is reserved, responsible, collected in her romantic endeavors. Supportive, caring, practical, considerate, trustworthy, and honest.

@strongbeautifulfulloflight is 100% Catherine Moreland. While she lacks Catherine's naivety she and Catharine share a boisterous imagination and ability to see a story in everything.

@gooddame is probably most like Fanny Price with her firm moral backbone, good humor, and dedication to helping those around her. While writing amazing stories.

@kickassfu hmmm Maf reminds me of a mix between Mary Bennett and Lydia Bennett. Ready for adventure but also perfectly content to stay at home and ignore the world.

@meet-the-girl-who-can at her core reminds me most of Marianne Dashwood. Kind, excitable, loving, true of heart, honest and vocal of her mind, loving and good humored.

@lynyrdwrites reminds me of Lady Susan. Amazing soul, plotting, always horny on main, and an amazing human being in general. While defying social conventions.

I love all my friends and they are lovely women. With souls, intelligence, passions, mistakes, goals, beauty, dreams, and love. They are amazing people who bring light and laughter to my life.

This went in a little bit of a different direction, but I NEED the fluff today. Written on my commute so no readover etc. Set in the same universe as this, which I wrote for @gooddame a looong time ago. There’s another outtake from that universe here.

Caroline tried to be quiet as she unlocked the front door, mindful of the late hour and that Klaus had to be up in a few hours. She frowned when she heard soft classical music coming from the kitchen, the light showing under the door indicating that Klaus wasn’t in bed where he was supposed to be.

Inspiration for new dishes occasionally struck him at odd hours, and she wasn’t going to complain. Being her husband’s first choice for a taste tester was a great perk.

Klaus was clearly absorbed in whatever delicious-smelling thing he was making, not even looking up when she opened the door. She couldn’t help but pull out her phone to take a creepshot of his bare back as he bent over the stove, figuring she’d post it to the restaurant instagram later. He noticed her presence when she moved to lean against the counter next to him, taking a sip from his wine glass. “That was to pair with the tart.”

“There’s still some left,” she pointed out, setting the glass down and kissing him on the cheek. “And I had an awful day.”

He seemed more alert at that, standing up to face her and giving her a sympathetic look. “Alaric still being a prick?”

“More than,” she grumbled, humming in contentment when he pulled her close. “To be fair, coming back to my shirtless husband making good smelling food is a definite improvement.”

He chuckled, his bare shoulder shifting slightly under her cheek as he laughed. “I could use a taste tester if you’re not too tired.”

She grinned, standing up and catching his lips in a deep kiss, tangling their fingers together. “A taste of you or the food? I’m up for either.”

“Both?” he offered.

“Don’t you have to sleep?”

“I’ll live,” he said, already beginning to fiddle with the edge of the zipper of her pencil skirt, his lips curling. “Now, I’d love to undress you myself, but you’d be rather put out if I burned the house down, I think.”

“Probably,” she admitted, the silk of her blouse sliding against her skin as he untucked it despite his words. “Finish up quick and I promise I will come back naked and ready to make unnecessarily sexual noises from whatever you’re about to feed me.”

“I happen to think they’re completely necessary,” he teased, the unguarded soft expression on his face that he reserved for her making her heart warm.

“I’ll be right back,” she promised, kissing him again and going to their bedroom to change and take off her makeup.