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/ I just took the cutest picture of my little kitten Lord Whiskerdown Benedict, he is 8 months old and he’s too cute. I think you all would love his little face.

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Hidden Injuries

"Wait - you're bleeding."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"Okay, I have you, I have you -"

"Don't you dare pass out on me."

"You good? You look a little pale."

"Your shirt... is that blood?"

"Oh, my god, are you serious? I think it's broken!"

"Why would you hide this from us?!"

"Okay - okay, breathe. We're going to help you."

"You idiot! You could have died!"

"I'm - I'm calling an ambulance -"

"Why are you breathing so shallowly?"

"You can barely stand."

"Sit down. Right now."

"I'm going to fix you up, but you have to sit still."

"I've had worse."

"It's not that bad, really..."

"I'm just a little... light headed...."

"It's barely bleeding at all."

"Aw, man, I liked this shirt."

"Oh, yeah that's... huh. That's a lot of blood."

"I'm just gonna sit right here... for a minute..."

"My chest really... hurts..."

"I can't really breathe -"

"Ow. It's fine. Ow."

"I can handle it myself."

"Oh, that? Yeah it's just... it's just a little blood..."

"Barely touched me."

"Why are there two of you?"

"I'll be fine. I'm great. I'm - I'm fantastic. Don't worry about me! I'm just gonna go... into this really nice... warm light..."

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A day didn't go by that Penelope did not hear Colins words in the back of her mind but she knew that she needed to move on from such childish fantasies and realize the only way she would secure a future where she could continue her adventures as Lady Whistledown and be able to escape societies harsh seasons was to wed, and she intended to do just that no matter what, or run away to Scotland as she had previously thought about doing, standing in front of Colin her eyebrows furrowed as she saw rather handsome face.

Traveling had made the most galant of the Bridgerton's look less boyish and more rugged, in her opinion, he still wore that handsome smile that seemed to always make her heart skip a beat, and even now she could feel her cold heart melting. "May I assist you Mister Bridgerton? We shan't give anyone the wrong impression that you might be courting me, not in your wildest dreams no?" The woman asked and rose an eyebrow at the man, throwing her hair behind her back for a moment before she hugged the shawl of her emerald green dress closer to her body.

She looked around them to make sure they were not in a compromising state, the last thing she wanted to do was to make him feel entrapped in a loveless marriage where he would resent her for the rest of his life, in quite honesty it wouldn't be above her mother to orchestrate such thing, given she had tried to entrap him with child mare seasons ago utilizing Marina. "You should probably return to the ballroom, before your absence is noted by Benedict, or even worse, the desperate debutantes wanting to get all the details of your amazing travels."

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@dynastymuses|| AFTER THE SEASON PENELOPE HAD-- she was more sure than ever that putting distance between herself and the Bridgerton's was the best choice, one to protect her heart, and two to focus on finding a match, she wasn't sure she'd ever be lucky enough as the Bridgerton's on finding love matches but she had long ago buried that fantasy, along with the fantasy of Colin Bridgerton ever loving her back. All hope for that was crushed with last season's revelation of how unworthy of courting the man found her.

Penelope was used to cruel words, but not once did she expect Colin to make her a fool in front of eligible bachelors the way that he did. Her azure eyes shot up when she saw the man in question again after so long, her heart once would have beaten uncontrollably against her ribs, but now she felt nothing but pure anger rise within her petite frame. Trying to avoid being spotted by him in the crowded ballroom, Penelope Featherington left in a hurry towards the garden, her body adorned with a emerald green lovely gown, her hair softly pined on the sides to make it flow effortlessly behind her, in soft curls. Taking a dee breath and a moment to herself from the walls that seemed to cave in on her.

Her mother too focused on her sisters trying to get them to conceived gave Penelope the perfect timing to change her wardrobe and the way her hair was done, her main focus was to wed, and wed well enough that she wouldn't have to worry about much, given her Lady Whistledown profits were significant she'd have to make sure to keep her secret well hidden from whomever her husband would be-- or her second plan was to move with an 'aunt' to Scotland into a small cottage and never again return to London, she had long ago made peace with the fact that she'd mostly be alone, because her family didn't have anything to offer any suitable match.

After a moment she tuned around bumping into a solid wall of muscles, the scent far too familiar for her liking. Looking up she saw Colin. "Mister Bridgerton, my apologies." She spoke, keeping her chin up, but her once warm and affectionate demeanor cold and hard as stone.

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Penelope's features light up with the potential of a new friendly face around the Ton. She knew how difficult it could prove to make friends within society as women were taught to see each other as competitors for the affection of men and marriages rather than help each other find confidence and find a suitable match. "Oh! Welcome to Mayfair! Where do you come from? I am Penelope Featherington, lovely to make your acquaintance." The woman said and smiled.

A thought came to her mind, and perhaps she could be the first friendly face this lady saw. "If you'd like to apologize for almost ruining your dress with my careless bouncing from puddle to puddle. I can have my mama send an invitation for tea to you and we can perhaps enjoy a nice cup of tea, if the weather permits perhaps even a turn about the garden, this weather feels lovely this time a year."

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PENELOPE ANNE FEATHERINGTON-- loved the rain, she loved the stormy weather that England had to offer most of the time, it wasn't odd to see her walk to the market when it was cloudy and there were puddles on the ground much to her mama's dislike. Her lady maid not far behind Penelope as she hummed a tune and sung a bit, purposely stepping in every puddle she saw.

When she stepped on the last puddle, water went everywhere, including her yellow dress, allowing a giggle to escape her, face turning bright red as she realized not only herself and her garments have been a victim of her childish antics. "I am so incredibly apologetic, I did not see you there." Penelope apologized looking at their wet clothes before looking up to find who it was.

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(almost) every penelope featherington scenes (279/???)

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are you selective with female only blogs?

sometimes yes, since adding Anthony, as unfortunately most females canon or OC get high overlooked when you have male muses, specially one that people like as much as Anthony, and don't get me wrong I LOVE to write as Anthony, but sometimes I want to write as a female muse, so I feel sometimes without meaning to do so I am a little selective on who I interact with.

I never flat out refuse to write with female muses, I am just selective in general with any muse regardless of them being female or males.

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/ I am online now! I shall work on replies, if someone wants to plot please let me know! I need more active threads on this blog.

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Send my muse unhinged anons

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BRIDGERTON (2020-)

PENELOPE FEATHERINGTON

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/ work has been kicking my rear, hopefully I shall have some time to do replies this weekend, with winter break coming up for my students, it’s been chaotic in the classroom and lesson planning has been an absolute nightmare. Bare with me 😥

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simping softness prompts.

basically i got shippy and now there's these soft little prompts for romantic, platonic, and yearning situations!! use them at your leisure!

" you're shivering. here, take my jacket. "

" you... sorry, you just got a little something on your face... here, let me get it for you. "

" hey, so... i know you haven't been feeling great, so i picked up a few of your favorite snacks, drinks... "

" you stayed? "

" well, of course i stayed. you're here, where else would i be? "

" oh! i found this in the mall, i figured it might be something you'd like! "

" hey, everything's gonna be fine. stay where you are, i'm on my way. "

" wow... you look... you look amazing. "

" we should grab some coffee together, sometime. "

" holy crap, i thought you were dead! never do that to me again! "

" i made some breakfast, if you're hungry? "

" your hands are freezing! let me warm them up... "

" i knew you wouldn't go to sleep willingly, so i brought you some chamomile tea and a blanket. twenty minutes of shut-eye, okay? "

" it's okay. i promise you, i will be here when you wake up. "

" hey! hey, hey, it's alright! it's okay, my darling/friend/love, i'm here, i've got you... "

" i'll walk you home. "

" you need a lift? "

" i... sometimes, i guess i kinda wish you could see yourself through my eyes. "

" i see you still have my shirt! "

" i got starbucks. this is your favorite, isn't it? "

" you look like you could use a hug. "

" okay, quit it with the drinks. i think that's enough, hmm? i'll cover the tab, but for now, let's get you home... "

" i'm not letting you sleep on the couch. come on. get under the blankets. "

" i mean... i-i'm cool with sharing the bed if you are. "

" you were in a really bad way, i wasn't about to abandon you. "

" hey... you've been crying. "

" don't think i won't carry you if i have to! "

" of course i noticed. i notice everything about you. "

" i knew you wouldn't bring a jacket, so i made sure to color co-ordinate with you so you could wear mine on the way home. "

" please, talk to me... it kills me seeing you like this. "

" i got a reservation at that fancy italian place you like. come on. get ready, we can get there in time if we get dressed now! "

" he/she/they were an idiot. you're amazing, and if they can't see that, that's on them. "

" i'd happily go kick their arse, but i don't think that would help you. "

" you don't owe me anything. "

" i wish i could just freeze time. let this moment be forever. "

" i got you some flowers. but, if you have allergies, i also got fake flowers! just in case. "

" you realise you don't need to ask my permission, don't you? "

" what's mine is yours. always. "

" i don't know precisely what i did to earn your presence in my life, but... i'd do it a thousand times over if i knew what it was. "

" yes, these last few years have been a living hell, but... i'd live them a thousand times over if it meant you being safe and happy. "

" i don't care about everyone else! i care about you, [NAME]!"

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I need Penedict (Penelope x Benedict), like I need air.

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Penelope allowed herself to breathe a sigh of relief as she noted that perhaps she wasn't in trouble. Her azure eyes meeting Benedict as she smiled at the taller man slight. "My apologies Mister Bridgerton, I didn't wish to get a scolding, I was simply trying to escape the loudness." She said and tilted her head to the side as her eyes were still on him. "Are you quite alright , yourself?" She asked him. Benedict Bridgerton was perhaps the most handsome man in the ton, along with how charming he was it was a deadly combination, one that Penelope Featherington herself was not immune to herself. She was as sucker for pretty eyes and a pretty smile, or so it seemed. "Were you too suffocated by the noise?" She asked him and stood up more straight, not that it did anything to make her appear taller, as she was still rather short.

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"I am the first to admit that I am reckless." Penelope sighed after being caught sneaking off in the middle of the night to turn in her last paper as Lady Whistledown. "But you wouldn't understand Mister Bridgerton." The short redhead said looking up to the taller man. Heart beating quicker than ever, she wasn't sure if Benedict would tell on her, or not, so far the only thing he had on her was that she was on a hired unmarked carriage, Penelope was praying he hadn't seen the envelope that was on her hand, that she had quickly moved under her cloak.

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It was perhaps on his best interest to stay right where he was, but the room was rather suffocating, and the mamas trying to throw their daughters at him were becoming more and more aggressive, he sighed and nodded at Benedict from a cross the room and called a maid over, to assist as chaperone, Anthony was not about to be forced into a marriage, family friend or not, he didn't want anyone's reputation at risk, whether his or hers. "I believe fresh air would do some good, I have brought a chaperone." He stated and took a deep breath of the fresh hair, running a hand down his face. "These mamas including my own are increasingly more annoying, one more than the last." The man spoke and sat down in the bench, the cool air hitting his overheated skin, it felt glorious. "Are these ball rooms always this congested or am I just sensitive tonight?" The man asked Thinya before looking up finally, and noting that for once the sky wasn't cloudy, a rarity for the time of the year. That night was also slightly windy, which he appreciated against his skin, in comparison with the hot ball room.

Anthony nodded his head as he heard her words and hummed. "I unfortunately seem to be doing to my sister the same thing your father is doing to you, although I am not too worried if she marries or not, but I still have to show the queen I am at least trying to do my duties as head of the household." He said and placed his lemonade glass on a passing tray, bowing slightly in thanks to the butler. One thing that kept Anthony Bridgerton on the ground was to always be polite to those in service. "Well it's always good to be yourself, unless you're Cressida, then never be yourself." The man said and spotted Benedict walking about the room with Penelope and Eloise. Anthony offered a tight lipped smile to Thinya, he had nothing against the woman, but he was stressed, and his jovial side that she had met when they were younger was replaced by the stoic man that stood before her. The lessons life had given him hardening his resolve. "Unfortunately not everyone can have a love match, but hopefully your marriage will not be as dull as some." He offered.

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Penelope listened to the woman, although her eyes were casted towards the two men in question, her eyebrows raising in amusement. "I think the more relax ambiance would help him be less grumpy and more lax, I don't see the viscount ignoring you." The woman said and tilted her head looking at Thinya. "I am going to be at Aubery Hall, I leave with the Bridgerton's as my mother has to help my sister and her new baby, I shall be Eloise's guest." The woman said and smiled a bit. "I think I heard that The Duchess will be assisting as well that's another familiar friendly face to add to the growing list." The woman said hoping to encourage the woman to assist. "Besides, if you don't try and at least talking to him you shall live with regret." The woman stated and bit down her lip in thought. "Don't use that same argument against me now, it doesn't work like that." Pen jovially jested at Thinya, hoping it would be obvious she was just jesting at how her eyes turned mischievous and there was a grin on her face. Benedict did have a brilliant smile, one of a kind one would argue, or well at least she would argue he had the best smile of the whole ton if not London, but alas, those were thought that shall always remain hidden in her mind, there was no way a second son as Benedict would find himself attracted to little Penelope Featherington, his sisters friend. At least Thinya had more of a chance with Anthony, and she would help.

Penelope couldn’t help but roll her azure eyes at her friend’s words. “He always looks like that, it’s the Anthony trait.” She commented. “It’s like seeing people breathe aggravates him.” She added with some sass behind her words smiling widely. “You’d be the first to be able to read whatever I would have written, the love interest would have been tall, with kind eyes and a smile that hold the power of a thousand suns, perhaps a little crooked and mischievous.” She sighed thinking of one particular Bridgerton, shaking her head as the woman spoke. “None of that, you’re worthy of happiness and love sometimes we just have to be a little brave, and don’t hold me to my words— I am not brave nor do I have a chance with the second eldest, I’m just Pen.” The woman whispered and linked her arm with Thinya. “Let us take a turn about the room, shall we? In another life perhaps, for me, but I’m positive I can help you with our friend here— he is just so…serious he needs to loosen up. Isn’t there a trip to Aubrey Hall? I’m sure you’ll be invited and he’s much more relaxed out there anyways.”

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