#[ support ]: isadora

[blackpearlblast]

funny/sad memory of excitedly telling a friend i got into stanford and it going "congratulations that's a great school!" and then realizing my mistake and having to explain that i got accepted as a patient at the medical center, not that i was going to school there. and then they declined to treat me anyway.

[inserviceto]

28. A memory that strains a relationship

It had been a beautiful night. Summer. The sun set slowly in the sky, taking its time – it felt as if everything was doing so, lazy and leisurely. The night air was warm, but not stifling. Soft pinks and dark blues were mingling in the darkening sky, the faint twinkle of stars showing up in smattering pinpricks. 

It was beautiful, yet it still paled in comparison to the woman that had pulled him away from tending to end of day duties with a crystalline smile. All that had been left was taking stock of inventory – armor, weapons; what needed replacing, fixing. He could certainly do it later, or first thing in the morning. It had been easy to let her guide him away, take charge as she often did.

For the years Harken had now been serving Pherae as a knight, Isadora had been a constant. There were few women that made it all the way through the trials of becoming a knight; not on account of a lack of worthiness, but because their families often found them matches for marriage before they could take their oaths. 

Isadora stood out in this regard. She was an exemplary knight, a strong and level headed woman, and a lady from a fine family. 

When he had first arrived in Pherae, he had been incredibly withdrawn. He rarely spoke if not spoken to first, didn't go out of his way to interact with his fellow knights outside of training exercises or actual missions, and kept to himself when not needed. While some had tried to welcome him in, many didn't try to get passed the shell of disonance that Harken kept about him. They were all polite, friendly – if only at Sir Marcus' stern words – but it was Isadora who staunchly continued to work at him.

She had no reason to, truly. But she stayed by his side, even in his silences and melancholy. 

Eventually, they would have conversations. Stilted, halting. Sometimes speaking of nothing important, othertimes of things they would not tell anyone else. A little exchange every day. Until they became longer, more looked forward to, a welcome routine.

She had laughed at his fretting, arm locked with his own. 

It was summer. A beautiful night. The breeze was cool enough, and it played in the boughs of the trees. He could smell the hay on her hair from the stables, mingled with the cloying scent of some flower he could never name. He would guess, she would never tell him if he got it right.

The path they walked was quiet, peaceful. And for a moment, he thought that he could live here, like this, forever. 

She asked him a question.

It was a beautiful night. She was beautiful that night. 

They talked for far longer than they should, really. He had duties to return to, but she had a way about her that he simply could not deny. He had thought it dangerous at first, these feelings. He was such…damaged goods, and she was a good woman. She deserved only the best, and though he was far from it, her sheer determination and kindheartedness that kept her reaching out to him made him want to be better for her. Worthy of her.

Isadora had asked him a question, asked him fervently and with a passion in her gaze that Harken was taken aback by. Her eyes and hair were the muted dusk of the sky, and in the sky, the stars twinkled.

He made her a promise, and he should not have.

[slocumjoe]

hey uhhh i went thru ur oc post history and u said gus set himself on fire?? pls context

I love this character because whenever someone asks about him I always have to take a deep breath and get comfortable and suck a breath in through my teeth. I treat him so poorly

More Gus lore, because that specific event is actually tied to the very first event that would fuck him up forever, so I can't really talk about it without going in depth.

This is explaining the core tenent of Augustijn's story, which is guilt and its dangers. Basically, where that constant guilt came from, and how it...turned out for him...

It turns out okay. Just...takes 200+ years, an apocalypse, a divorce, and his son dying! 🥳Yay🥳

Tw; Religious trauma, child abuse, suicide, drug use, cannibalism, mental illnesses, and yet another suicide attempt.

So, some background, Gus's mom, Emma, was a fanatic catholic and generally Bat Shit about religion. As you might imagine, this is the Direct Source of both Gus' questionable worldviews, traumas, and his biological inclination to uuuhhh bad Head Times.

Emma was raised mildly religious, but she...took to it too hard? Her family was not the cause of her obsession, Gus's grandparents and uncles/aunts over there actually cut her off at one point, because she was starting to worry them but reaching out led to her lashing out. So, they just...backed off. Emma herself was a simple, homebody woman, who wanted to be at home raising her kids, and tending her garden. She would have been this way even without the religious thing.

But Emma and her side of the family were prone to addiction, see? And religion became her point of fixation and obsession. This could have still been okay, if not for the church she went into. A catholic church in the Hague that was known by all for being kind of fucking out there, even by other hardcore Catholics. This was one she went into, and even her grandchild 240+ years later would feel the ripple of this decision.

Emma goes into church and gets gnarly ideas about how life works. Its a woman's duty to have kids and raise them, to be good to her husband and her house, to listen and obey her men. Sin is inevitable and everyone does it, only those that admit and accept punishment can get another chance at Paradise. God knows every action you take and he does not care for the context, he only cares about the action. There is no "well, but" under the Lord.

Emma has mental illness, some kind of depression and anxiety, so this Big Brother Watching And Judging fucked her up. Especially since her church, in particular, was physically abusive if you did not confess to anything during confession. They thought if you had nothing to confess, you were lying.

At this point, she's met and engaged to Theodore Reinier, a rich heir to a European manufacturing company. He's pretty, a gentleman, and best of all, rich, so she can have as big and luxurious a garden as she wants. She likes him. She does not love him. She's in her twenties and unmarried with no kids, and her poor family needs to be taken care of. So she marries him. Theodore is smart enough to see this for what it is, and kind enough to allow it. He lets his wife do her own thing and treats her as a friend, rather than a lover. She hates this, she wants to be a wife (she doesnt). She wants kids, he gives her one. Augustijn. This birth goes rough, and she's told no more children.

Theodore makes one rule; August goes to a different church, or he does not go at all. Theo really didn't like Emma's church and he certainly wasn't exposing his kid to that shit.

Emma pretends to agree and takes Gus to That Church. Theo doesn't attend, so he doesn't know this is happening until much later. Gus gets all the same nasty shit Emma does. Theo learns of this when he sees Gus covered in bruises from confession beatings. This puts a huge rift between him and Emma, and he pulls all the strings he can to have her church shut down.

Emma grows to resent and hate Theo and Augustijn for not being the perfect husband and child she deserves as a good, God fearing house wife. Augustijn is left to his nannies, Emma hides away in her private garden, fuming. Theodore tries to bond with his son, but Emma's poisoned that well.

Emma tells Augustijn about demons, to fear them. She specifically tells him about church grims, demons that hunt around churches in the form of a dog to drag sinners to hell. She says this as she's admiring her new obsidian dog statues for her garden.

Eventually, Emma goes yellow wallpaper and loses her mind, and is sent to therapy and put on medications. Augustijn loathes his father for his mother's state. Theodore just wants his friend and son okay. But Emma, as she's out in town, coming back from therapy, she stops at a friend's house while the friend isn't there, and hooks up with the woman's husband. Friend's husband was stern, strict with his wife, God fearing, and generally an obnoxious 50s ideal shithead husband. Everything Emma wanted. This wasn't out of nowhere, it was brewing in the background. She knew both of them from her old church.

Emma goes home, and finally having a reason for the guilt that's always plagued her, elects to acknowledge her sin. She drowns herself in the pond of her garden, stared down by three dark, ruby-eyed dogs, overseeing her passage into the afterlife. Her young son comes into the garden to meet his mother, after she's been gone all day, only to find her in a red pool. He looks up into the eyes of the dogs. He remembers nothing of this incident, blocking it out and having been too young to understand.

Years pass, and Augustijn turns to drugs as well, though his come from the darkest parts of the Hague, rather than a doctor. He turns to sex, to crime, to anything he thinks will either corrupt him so much he doesn't care, or will finally make his guilt feel justified. He wears his mother's cross necklace through it all, and sees her beloved dog with every sin.

Augustijn goes to America for college, to Harvard, studying to become a pastor himself. (This is maybe the most terrifying part of him, the fact that he almost got it). But he doesn't feel satisfied with it, has a moment of clarity and realizes he isn't fit to preach anything. The grim certainly doesn't think so. He instead follows his only friend, Isadora, into the military. The US government allowing their soldiers to do chems means his failed drug tests don't matter.

Augustijn becomes a sniper. He has always hurt people, excelled in it, but taking life frightens him, because he knows he has no right to decide who lives or dies, not like this. But he's in China, and he's told to kill. He does, and he's very good at it. His teammates marvel at just how scrappy and determined he is, like a weed, a mold.

The Biandukou Pass Incident occurs. He eats his entire team, trapped in a Chinese mountain range during a blizzard.

Delirious from almost two months of surviving on nothing but psycho and human flesh, Augustijn is let loose back into Boston, honorably discharged. His lingering hallucinations from his Daytripper addiction, mixed with psycho withdrawal, trauma, guilt, shame, the fear of God—everything culminates. He looks up and sees the figure that has haunted him since that one, awful day; the church grim, staring expectantly.

His mother drowned herself, so he thought it fitting if he set himself ablaze.

[sunbratz]

^^ ///OO Ú-Ù

ILYSM 💞 ty for sharing the brain worms w me

[tulipatheticee]

i've been waiting for you

violet bridgerton x youngest! daughter

bridgerton siblings x younger! sibling

synopsis; From the moment Edmund Bridgerton passed, leaving his wife widowed with eight children and one on the way, Violet found herself adrift until the arrival of Isadora, her youngest daughter. Isadora, quiet and calm, becomes Violet's constant companion in bustling Mayfair, offering solace and steadfast support at her mother's side.

word count; 1.3k

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a/n; i have arisen yet again, this is my first bridgerton fic so hello to the brigderton tag! i have archived all my old stuff because they are old and tbh the fandoms have died SO LET ME INTRODUCE MYSELF

my name is tulippa and im from sicily, im pretty confident in my english now but let me know if you see any errors! i mainly write fluffy family stuff like this, i love it idk. if you like this and want to see more like it let me know and ill provide for you! but its not like i wont write x reader romance cmon of course i will, but im best at parentxchild and siblings (PLATONIC ALWAYS DONT BE WEIRD) anyways i could go on and on but i wont, enjoy!!!

kinda proof read, kinda not, you've been warned

I'll carry you all the way

Violet Bridgerton had weathered many storms in her life, but none so devastating as the loss of her beloved husband, Edmund. His passing left her shattered, a widow with eight children to care for and another on the way. The pregnancy was fraught with complications, exacerbated by Violet's grief and the toll it took on her health.

Days turned into months as Violet withdrew into herself, mourning Edmund's absence even as life continued around her. Her family rallied, but Violet's sorrow was a heavy veil that separated her from them. It was during those long, solitary hours that she felt the weight of loneliness and the fear of losing both husband and child.

And you'll choose the day

The labour came unexpectedly, fierce and unforgiving. Violet's strength waned, her heart weary from loss and longing. The doctors and midwives worked tirelessly, their faces etched with concern. Hours passed like eternity until finally, a cry pierced the air—a fragile, yet determined cry that signalled new life.

Isadora was born amidst tears and relief, a tiny bundle of hope wrapped in Violet's trembling arms. The room, once fraught with fear, now glowed with a soft, golden light as mother and daughter gazed at each other for the first time. In that moment, everything seemed to still, and Violet knew she had been granted a miracle.

When you're prepared to greet me

She named her daughter Isadora, after the delicate Dahlia flower that Edmund had loved tending in their garden—a reminder of the beauty that bloomed even in the darkest of times.

As Isadora grew, she became Violet's constant companion, a beacon of joy and innocence in the Bridgerton household. Her older siblings doted on her, especially Anthony, Benedict, and Colin, who saw in her a reflection of their lost father's spirit. Isadora's laughter filled the halls of Bridgerton House and her curious mind sought solace in the quiet moments spent with her mother.

One afternoon, in the hushed serenity of the drawing room, Isadora sat at the pianoforte while Violet embroidered nearby. The soft melodies Isadora coaxed from the keys wove through the air, a testament to her growing talent and Violet's nurturing guidance.

"Does this sound right, Mama?" Isadora asked, her voice a melody in itself.

Violet looked up from her embroidery, a fond smile gracing her lips. "It sounds perfect, darling. You have a gift."

Isadora beamed with pride, her small hands continuing their dance over the keys. Despite her tender age, she played with a grace that belied her years, a testament to the bond she shared with her mother and the legacy of love that surrounded her.

I'll be a good mum, I swear

Anthony, Benedict, and Colin entered the room together, their voices low with shared memories and unspoken affection for their youngest sister. Anthony, ever the protective eldest brother, approached Isadora and knelt beside her.

"How are you today, Isa?" he asked softly, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead.

"I am well, Anthony," Isadora replied, her gaze never leaving the keys. "Mama teaches me a new piece every day."

"Is that so?" Benedict chimed in, leaning over to peer at the sheet music. "You are quite talented, little one."

"Indeed," Colin added with a smile. "Father would have been proud."

Violet's heart swelled with bittersweet emotion at the mention of Edmund. She had feared she might forget the sound of his voice or the warmth of his touch, but in Isadora, she found echoes of him that kept his memory alive.

You'll see how much I care

"Mama, are you well?" Isadora asked suddenly, sensing the shift in her mother's mood.

Violet blinked back tears, her hand reaching out to clasp Isadora's. "I am well, my love. I am with you, and that is enough."

Isadora nodded solemnly, her understanding far beyond her years. Together, they continued their afternoon ritual, finding solace in music and shared moments that bridged the gap between past sorrows and future joys.

When you meet me

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In the sunlit gardens of Bridgerton House, where the scent of roses mingled with the laughter of children, Isadora found herself in the company of her older sister, Hyacinth, and brother, Gregory. Despite their lively spirits, they adapted to Isadora's quieter demeanour, creating a harmony that transcended their differences.

You thrill me, you delight me

"Isa, look what I found!" Hyacinth exclaimed, holding a caterpillar in her small hands with excitement.

Isadora approached cautiously, her eyes widening with curiosity. "Oh, wow! What is it?"

Gregory, always eager to share his knowledge, chimed in, "It's a caterpillar, Isa! Hyacinth and I were just talking about how it turns into a butterfly."

Hyacinth nodded eagerly. "Yes, Isa! It's like magic! One day, it will have beautiful wings and fly everywhere!"

Isadora's face lit up with wonder. "That's amazing! Can I hold it?"

Hyacinth carefully passed the caterpillar to Isadora, who watched it crawl across her palm with fascination. Gregory leaned in, his eyes bright with enthusiasm. "Let's play tag, Isa! You're it!"

You please me, you excite me

Isadora giggled as Gregory darted away, Hyacinth joining in the chase. "Catch us if you can, Isa!"

Isadora laughed, her heart light as she chased after her siblings through the garden paths, their laughter mingling with the rustle of leaves and the gentle hum of bees. Despite their differences in temperament, they found joy in each other's company, weaving memories that would last a lifetime.

You're all that

I've been yearning for

— —- —- —- —-

In the quiet of evening, as the Bridgerton family gathered for supper, Isadora remained close to Violet's side. Gregory and Hyacinth, full of youthful exuberance, regaled their siblings with tales of mischief and adventure, and how Isadora won tag earlier in the afternoon. The three eldest Brigderton men shared the lovely pianoforte they witnessed Isadora performing in the morning and spoke of how she is progressing very, while Eloise, Francesca, and Daphne shared knowing glances over the table.

I love you, I adore you

"Isa, do you have to be better than us at everything?" Eloise teased playfully, nudging Isadora with her elbow.

Isadora looked up, a hint of confusing in her eyes, she went to speak before Violet interjected “ "Eloise is just being foolish, darling, she means well”

Isadora quickly understood and replied "I only wish to be like everyone else Eloise, you are so clever, and Francesca is so graceful, and Daphne—"

"—is the epitome of charm," Francesca finished with a smile, her gaze softening as she looked at her youngest sister.

I lay my life before you

Daphne reached across the table to tousle Isadora's hair gently. "You are quite the storyteller yourself, Isa. Perhaps one day you'll write tales that surpass even Eloise's wild adventures."

Isadora's face lit up with delight at the praise from her sisters. "Do you really think so, Daphne?"

"Absolutely," Daphne assured her. "You have a way with words and a heart as big as all of Mayfair."

I only want you more and more

Violet watched the exchange with a tender smile, her heart swelling with pride at the bond between her daughters. Despite the challenges they had faced as a family, moments like these reminded her of the joy that filled their lives.

And finally it seems

My lonely days are through

Later that night, as Isadora drifted off to sleep, surrounded by the love of her siblings, Violet tucked her in with a sense of peace. The Bridgertons, each unique in their strengths and passions, formed a tapestry of love and support that would guide Isadora through the years ahead.

I've been waiting for you

"You are so loved, Isadora," Violet whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to her daughter's forehead. "Never doubt that."

Isadora stirred, a contented smile playing on her lips. 

I've been waiting…

And as Violet watched over her sleeping daughter, she knew that the bonds of siblinghood, and the enduring love of family would carry Isadora through any storm that life might bring.

…For you

pt2

a/n pt2; thats it guys :( i actually had so much fun writing this and if you want anymore of violet and isa or any of the siblings with isa let me know because i'd love for this to become a little oneshot series typa thing! your feedback is greatly appreciated <3

all my love!

~tulippa

[artificidel]

'Return to my embrace, Ephidel.' Lord Nergal's voice echoes, 'return to the warmth of my love.'

The promise of it continues to be all too tempting.

Celephais 28.5/30HP casts Painless World on the party! [Roll: 14 - 4 = 10; Hit] Ephidel is inflicted with -6 dexterity for their next turn.

His arms surround his creation, long fingernails dragging up their limbs and almost consuming them entirely. 'To your Master, to your God.'

Yet, again the thought is cemented in Ephidel's mind that they can not fulfill his wishes. Not of their true god, not even to the illusion of him. In both, they were a failure. They did not deserve him; but his false-master was right about one thing.

Ephidel struggled back to their feet.

Ephidel does NOT sync with the vengeful spirit of Nergal

They were not meant to heal; made only to destroy. Pasithee herself had proven as much to the morph. And then that fire began to burn within them again, and with it, a will and desire formed on their own. Outside of purpose. Outside of loyalty and servitude. Outside of Lord Nergal or the church or existence itself.

Ephidel wanted to dismantle this illusion, not for the church, but to prove the inherent treachery Pasithee saw in them. To be the thief she had branded them as months prior. To snatch away what ever they could of her remaining happiness.

Ephidel staggered forward, Fimbulvetr coalescing in their grasp.

Ephidel 10/10HP attacks Celephais 18.5/30HP with Fimbulvetr at melee range! Heartseeker activates! [Roll: 7 + 2 = 9; -2.5HP] Post-Apocalyptic Savior activates! [Roll: 1, hit! -2.5HP, Celephais 16/30HP] ; Celephais is frozen! Celephais is unable to counterattack! Poison Strike activates! -1HP, Celephais 15/30HP

The tundra strikes true, and encases Celephais in solid ice. Ephidel would find Pasithee. They would find her and destroy her with hands made only to kill.

murder is a long-term investment

team theta | week three

[guccybangtan]

some thoughts about sebastian sallow (playing through as a gryffindor)

*this isn't going to be bit by bit but rather little random thoughts I had as I was playing! maybe i'll make a part two with more random thoughts lol

you can't tell me this fool wasn't smitten with you from the moment you beat him dueling in defense against the dark arts

at first he didn't know how to feel, surprised that he lost to the new fifth-year (also considering they're a filthy Gryffindor)

"not bad for a beginner, you give as good as you get"

Sebastian literally sneaking into the restricted section with you?? and taking the fall? there's no way he had no feelings for you.

Why would anyone get in trouble for some other student they just met and didn't really know?

the first (and like only tbh) real fight the two of you ever had was when he called you ignorant for trusting Lodgok. All you wanted was to stop Ranrock and help Anne in the process. Why couldn't he understand that?

Of course this made you upset, and so you told him off. If he couldn't see that he was taking things too far you needed to remind him.

even when his mind was preoccupied with Anne and his emotions, his still felt the need to apologize for his actions

when he said "I do trust you" after arguing

him hyping you up after viewing Isadora's pensive.

"you've more than proven yourself! you have the ability!"

he would be so supportive of you, even though you come from different houses.

I feel like Ominis would be one of your best friends too.

after everything that happened over the course of fifth year, he'd feel like he could trust you like he trusts Sebastian. You'd become like family to him.

I also totally imagine Ominis harassing Sebastian and being like "where's your Gryffindor?" or "haven't seen your Gryffindor around lately." or honestly maybe even "how's our Gryffindor doing?" once you get closer

making him cast crucio on you? good lord he almost lost his mind. He likely felt so bad for having to hurt the only person who was standing by his side and truly helping him.

him immediately asking if you were all right. I literally fell in love.

You standing by him even when everything happened with Anne and Uncle Solomon in the catacombs.

He knew then that he made the right choice befriending you, and that maybe there was nothing wrong with loving a Gryffindor.

'' I'm glad you came to Hogwarts"

I'd love to hear everyone else's thoughts about him!!

[itsangelicasworld]

*･῾ ⁺ Welcome to My Bridgerton Life 🌺 .*

📚 ˗ˏˋ DESCRIPTION .ᐟ

Dearest Gentle Reader, As the new social season makes haste in its arrival, the ton is abuzz with fresh new debutantes sprouting along the marriage mart. Yet, amidst the collection of glimmering rare jewels, one young woman outshines them all. Lady Angelica Sinclair—the only daughter to the Earl and Countess of Ashbourne—has made her grand entrance into society, and is already drawing the eyes of many eligible gentlemen. Whether Miss Sinclair will secure a match worthy of her esteemed lineage or chart a more unconventional course remains to be seen. But rest assured, dear reader, as she navigates the treacherous claws of high society, all eyes will be upon her. I'm literally SOOO in love with this reality. I scripted out a lot of discrimination and such, so this is exclusively a reality where I get to dress up and have messy relationship drama🤭. I also don't have a S/O for this one, so we'll see who I end up with, if anyone

🦢 ˗ˏˋ ABOUT ME .ᐟ

NAME : Angelica Isadora Luciana Sinclair

NICKNAMES : Angel, Issy, Lucy

AGE : 20-years-old

LANGUAGES : English, Spanish, French, BSL

PRONOUNS : She/her/hers

ETHNICITY : Black and Hispanic

MBTI : ENFJ-A

PERSONALITY : Lively, outgoing, comedic, rebellious, educated, poetic/artistic, open-minded, empathetic, playful, hopeless romantic

HOBBIES : Writing (prose and poetry), acrylic painting, debating, gardening, sculpting, dancing, astronomy, harp, pianoforte

VOICECLAIM : Hayley Atwell

📜 ˗ˏˋ PARENTS .ᐟ

My parents are Valerie and Manuel Sinclair, or as society calls them, the Earl and Countess of Ashbourne. They're basically like the Gomez and Morticia Addams of 19th century London🤭. My mom is where I get most of my personality from; she's incredibly free-spirited and intelligent but also very sophisticated. My dad is far more easygoing and is where I got my passion for art from. He's mainly there to offer endless support for his wife and daughter🛐. My family lineage is one of the most well-known and affluent family lines in London, because I'm the main character actually <333

🐝 ˗ˏˋ RELATIONSHIPS .ᐟ

My family and the Bridgertons have been friends for years, so I have a specific relationship with all the siblings, but for brevity's sake, I'll only list out the important ones and my connections with non-Bridgertons!! GREGORY: Me and him are the same age in this reality, so we've been friends ever since birth. He's so much fun to hang out with. He loves to make me laugh (especially in serious situations), so we're always joking around. I LOVE GREG HE'S GREAT KATE: SCREAMING CRYING I LOVE KATE SO MUCH😭. She's the big sister I never had. We just connect so well, with both of us being very independent and witty. She also offers REALLY good advice BENEDICT: I grew up with two parents who held really high value in art, so it's a no-brainer that me and Benedict connect over that. He's the most unserious person I know asides from Gregory; he's really playful and I love him for it PENELOPE: Pen is a really sweet girl with a big personality. We used to clash heads a lot because of her attitude (not to mention the whole Lady Whistledown incident💀), but after her and Colin settled down, she matured significantly, and our little squabbles died down. We talk the most about literature and poetry, she's very skilled when it comes to writing

⌛ ˗ˏˋ OUTRO .ᐟ

I'M SO EXCITED TO SHIFT HERE HUHYGTFRG. I'm really looking forward to all the balls and elegant dresses I'll get to wear. NOT TO MENTION THE RELATIONSHIP DRAMA?? I'm gonna turn this whole reality into a soap opera. As always, feel free to send in asks about this reality!! <33

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 *+:｡.｡ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ. . . . . ╰──╮

[fluxrspar]

In just a night, the four lost bodies are once again found—Holst and Reyson by Selena’s own party, Nergal and Harken by their rest. Four—so are they numbered, when none of them should’ve been. (Had seven been all who were lost; had the killings stopped then and no later…)

It takes not a moment longer for Selena’s senses to dull—an unnatural draw into the recesses of her consciousness. (She had to remain sharp in a moment like this, and yet: she finds she is unable.) All that remains is her hearing and the echoing question:

Will you stay in Rusalka and defend it or will you try and make your escape back to reality?

The first thing that captures her: defend. (It proposed that the village was at risk; its inhabitants and their lives unsecured—including His Majesty’s.) The second thing she notes: escape back to reality.

If she could’ve sighed then, she perhaps would’ve, for whatever voice this was soothed her mind in its phrasing: Rusalka was, for all intents and purposes, not real. If such was the case, then the consequences were not so dire as she had thought—those were not their still living, and those were not their still dead.

(He was not amongst them—not truly, at least.)

And as so, the answer resolves itself: for if the choice was between an idyllic fantasy and harsh, cold reality, Selena would choose life every time. If not for any other reason, then because her work was not complete—employment aside, there was still Prince Lyon, cast into the shadows; Sir Duessel, a bond still in the process of healing. The alternative was to leave it all behind: to take the coward’s way out.

Her vision refocuses, and she recognizes suddenly the presence of various villagers, the last of the Newcomers amongst their ranks as well. Though not immediately hostile, they were armed—they were prepared for battle (perhaps against the Outsiders; perhaps against them). Selena sees the villagers; she hears their question:

Are you leaving?

“Yes.” (It is the only way to make these sacrifices worth it, after all.) In turn, the villagers brandish their weapons, a combat already brewing—so too does the ex-captain; the past emperor of Grado. Selena palms red beads in her hand.

It is not Thunder. (Lightning stung; this—though it would bring pain, it would only be temporary; it would be unlike the relics of the sky’s rage.)

“Your Majesty,” and her eyes turn to Vigarde’s directly, gaze focused and sharp: “I’m going to have to ask you to stand down.” (A battle was inevitable now, what with the building tension—but he did not have to be here for it.)

There is a glint of recognition—both a look that she knows and a look that is knowing—in his eyes when Selena speaks to him. The Silent Emperor was a man who said much with very little; naturally, the Fluorspar emulated him.

(She made her choice, and she would go forth with it—to the end.)

Selena attacks Vigarde with RED BEADS: Roll: 7 - 4 = 3—MISS. Vigarde: 10/10HP

But determination was one thing—she could choose a path, but that did not mean to go through with it would be easy; or possible. (Ability was another.) The bead shatters on the ground.

Vigarde counters with SPEAR: Roll: 2 - 4 = -2—MISS. Selena: 10/10HP

She ducks past the spear that flies in her direction, except—when she looks at its path, the course of its trajectory before it is drawn back, she sees it: had she just stood there, it would have missed her still. Mage pretends she does not realize what that means.

“I–”

A sharp spike runs through her heart—not a physical pain, she knows; not a magical one either, she can surmise. It is a turmoil of emotions predominated by an intense and nigh inexplicable guilt.

ET TU? activates! Selena: 2 Ruin

(It is the same emotion she felt during the assassination attempt—twice now, by her hand and her liege.) It grows—monstrous feeling, swirling and spreading as though trying to separate her from her being.

Perhaps this was how he lost himself—would he again? (She forces herself to relax.)

“We can still have peace,” is all he says.

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the brightest shade of sun

team theta week 2 combat

[hiimkay]

For Anne (Imagine)

THIS AUTHOR DOES NOT SUPPORT THE VIEWS AND/OR BELIEFS OF JKR, AND ANY ANTI-TRANS, ANTISEMITIC, OR OTHER LIKEWISE INTERACTIONS WILL NOT BE TOLERATED ANYWHERE ON THIS BLOG. TAKE YOUR HATE SOMEWHERE ELSE.

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x gn!reader

Word Count: 3.7k words

Summary: After watching Sebastian continue down the path of the Dark Arts in search of a cure for his sister, you begin to worry for his safety. You'd do anything for Sebastian, and if that means appealing to the Keepers, you'll do your best.

Warnings: talk of dark magic and the Dark Arts, fluff, happy ending (i promise!)

"You've more than proven yourself! Talk to them, if not for me, then for Anne," Sebastian pleaded behind you as you looked at the tryptic Isadora had left in the Undercroft. You turn to look at him over your shoulder and sigh.

"I will speak to them, but you have to promise me that there will be no more dark magic involved. I'm tired of living everyday in fear of what might happen to you, Seb. I know you care about Anne and I know it feels like everyone else has given up on her, but I promise you that putting yourself in harm's way is not going to help her. So please, at least until I talk to the Keepers, stay out of trouble." You expected a witty remark, or a shrug, but it seemed as though Sebastian finally took one of your warnings to heart.

"I will never touch the Dark Arts again if you're able to heal Anne." You were smart enough to know that his words would never be entirely true, but you smiled at the thought. "I'd be indebted to you for the rest of my life."

"I'll call it even for you taking the blame in the library." He grinned at you, and you were able to catch a glimpse of the Sebastian you met on your first real day at Hogwarts. The Sebastian you had fallen in love with, the Sebastian that you would drop anything for. Damn him.

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"Y/N, welcome back. I must say that I am surprised to see you so soon, the next trial is yet to be prepared," Professor Rackham said, clasping his painted hands in front of him. You nodded, trying to figure out the best way to approach the conversation. You knew how each of the Keepers felt about using the Ancient Magic in such a way, made obvious throughout the trails, pensieves and conversations you had already been through with them. "To what do we owe this visit?"

"I came to appeal to you on behalf of a friend." It felt as if they already knew what you were about to ask of them, but they stayed silent. With each second, you felt smaller and smaller under their watercolor gazes. "I understand the risks that come with this rare form of magic, and I understand how wary you are of allowing me to even complete the trials, but I feel as though I need to at least ask for my own knowledge."

"Are you asking us to allow you to use your power as Isadora once did?" Headmistress Fitzgerald asked, her voice laced with shock.

"I am asking that just this once, you might teach me to take someone's pain away." You felt as if your only job had been to keep from disappointing the Keepers, and yet there you were, asking them to allow you to do the one thing that had nearly endangered wizard-kind once already.

"If you will only hear me out before making your decision, then I will take comfort in that and respect your much greater knowledge of this ability if you do refuse." You waited for them to tell you off, to dismiss you, to refuse that you go any farther with Ancient Magic at all. Instead, they looked down on you expectantly. This is for Anne, for Sebastian, and for anyone else that could get hurt if he continues down the path of darkness, you thought to yourself. Anything to coax the words from your throat. "My very dear friend, Sebastian Sallow, is a fellow fifth year here at Hogwarts. He has been nothing but welcoming to me since I arrived here in a most unusual fashion, and has never been anything but understanding with everything that has happened. He has a twin sister, Anne, she used to attend Hogwarts as well. Unfortunately, she had been exploring near their home in Feldcroft and fell victim to a curse of some kind. She experiences excruciating bouts of pain, often made worse by stress or negative emotions. It has become more prevalent lately because Sebastian has taken to the Dark Arts to try and find a cure for her ailment." Again, the Keepers stayed silent as they took in the full extent of your request. "His actions are causing a rift between himself and the only family he has left. His Uncle Solomon is threatening to take him to the Headmaster, possibly even the Ministry of Magic if he continues down this path, and I'm not so sure I disagree with him entirely."

"Does this boy know of your abilities?" Professor Rookwood asked, breaking their silence.

"He does. Unfortunately we've been through a few situations together where it was necessary to wield it. He knows what I am able to do, and although I understand how quickly a power like this can absorb a person, I feel as though I am at my wit’s end. I care about Sebastian deeply, and I fear this may be the only way to stop him from going down a path there is no return from." You reminded yourself to keep your voice down, as not to seem desperate. If there was even the spark of a chance they would agree, you'd need them to know that you weren't looking for more power, you were only looking to help someone. "I know you are wary after what Isadora did with her power, but I promise to you all that I am doing this to save multiple people from heartache and physical pain. In no way do I intend to use this for my own gain, and I will fully accept the responsibilities of my actions should anything happen. I just want the Sallows to finally have peace, I want my friend to keep himself out of trouble and I hope to give him back his happiness.” You bowed your head, not knowing if there was anything else you could say.

It was up to them now, whether they trusted you with this information or not would rely only on your honesty and their intuition.

"Well, you've certainly made your case, my child." Professor Fitzgerald smiled politely down from her portrait. "Would it be alright to give us some time to discuss between ourselves?" You looked up at her, trying to hide the fact that you were surprised they would even consider it.

"Of course. However long you need, I will wait. And as I said before, if you feel as though it is too dangerous, I will do my best to find another way to keep my friend from getting himself into trouble. I just couldn't go any further without asking, if not for anything else, than for his sake."

"We understand, more than you know. Return to us in two days time, I'm sure we will have an answer for you." You bowed your head again, more swiftly.

"Thank you, all of you, for your consideration. I know this is no small thing to ask of you." With that, you took your leave. You rushed up the stairs from the Map Chamber and took a breath of relief. It had gone better than you expected, but the hard part had only just begun. All you could do was wait.

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You had tapped your foot against the solid wood floor throughout the entirety of Defense Against the Dark Arts class, waiting for Professor Hecat to dismiss you so that you could rush down to the Map Chamber. However, as soon as she gave you all permission to leave for the day, your heart dropped into your stomach.

In only a few moments you would know whether or not you could help Anne Sallow heal from her pain, and you couldn't help but feel anxious. What would you do if they refused to grant their permission to you? What would you tell Sebastian? What would you do to keep him from returning to the Dark Arts?

As you snapped out of your thoughts, you found yourself at the top of the staircase leading to the Map Chamber. You had pondered your next move the entire walk, and your heart began to pound faster and louder in your ears as you took each step further down. You passed by the Floo flame that you could have taken to get here faster, but you appreciated the walk as much as you dreaded it. The doors to the Map Chamber swung open quietly and you approached the four Keepers as they quieted their discussion. Professor Rackham greeted you with a smile and it offered a small bit of comfort to your racing heart.

"Hello again, Y/N. Thank you, for giving us the time to discuss."

"Of course, sir. It is the least I could do in return for your consideration." You clasped your hands behind your back, wringing them together and pulling at your fingers as the weight of the world seemed to fall on you.

"We talked for quite some time, as you might imagine. This is no easy thing to ask or achieve. We understand the weight of the situation your... friend, has put you in, but we also know the risks you'll be taking on by wielding such a power. As you've seen thus far in your trials, Isadora was not ready for the knowledge. It is something we must live with and continue to protect others from." You nodded, remembering Isadora's pensieve in the Undercroft.

"We cannot be sure that you are ready to take on this ability, seeing as you haven't been able to finish the trials yet. But if what you say is true, more people may be put in danger by the path that Mr. Sallow is trying to follow," Professor Bakar sighed.

"I cannot imagine how you must feel, it seems as if the entire wizarding world is after you, my dear. I- we all sympathize with you in that respect." Headmistress Fitzgerald nodded down to you. You offered her a thankful smile in return.

"With all things considered, we cannot be certain how safe this knowledge is for you to hold..." You could feel your heart starting to crack in your chest. That would be it, they would tell you you were not ready and send you away, and you'd return to Sebastian with news that you would never want to give him. "But, it seems as if more rests on this than we could have anticipated. Therefore, we will bestow upon you the knowledge we have been protecting for centuries."

You froze, watching Professor Rackham as a journal manifested before you. You held your hands out and it fell softly into your palms.

"Before you do this, I must ask you to make a promise to all of us."

"Anything, sir."

"If you are able to successfully remove the girl's pain, rid her from the curse, we must ask that you contain it immediately. Do not let anyone or anything come into contact with it. Once it is contained, bring it back to us. Do not stop until that power is returned to the Map Chamber where it may be contained safely and correctly."

"Of course. I could not think of a safer place to keep it, I will bring it right away." Your eyes fell to the cover of the journal, a deep blue leather neatly folded over to hide the most unpredictable form of the magic you wielded. "I cannot ever express to you how much this means to me. I will not forget how you've entrusted me with this, and I will not forget my duty to you, as well as my fellow wizards."

"We trust that you will do well. If you do not, know that you are responsible and that we will be forced to take action." You nodded once more, pulling the cover of the journal back gently.

A flash of light blinded you as the pages began to flip erratically in your hands. Your head suddenly filled with images of pain leaving the body, appearing in its most raw, powerful, physical form. A surge ran through your ever nerve and then as quickly as it began, it was over. The journal flipped closed and disappeared from your hands. You blinked your eyes, readjusting to the dimness of the Map Chamber.

"Now, go do what you have set out to do. Help that boy and his family. Keep your intentions pure and your focus on only removing her pain."

"Thank you again, all of you. I am indebted to you." You turned on your heel and left, head still reeling with images and energy.

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"I've spoken with Anne, she agreed to let you try your hand," Sebastian said, grinning as he led you up the familiar path toward Solomon's home. "My uncle is still skeptical, but Anne said that she assured him nothing could get worse." You fiddled with the jar in your hands, hoping it would suffice in containing the magic until you could return it to the Keepers.

"I'm grateful that Anne trusts me enough to do this, I truly hope I can help her." Sebastian stopped ahead of you, almost causing you to run into him. He turned abruptly and pulled you into his chest. His arms wrapped around you tightly and he sighed into your shoulder.

"Thank you for doing this. I know you've put a lot on the line just for me. I know you can do this." With his words, your worries seemed to fade to the back of your mind. Determination took hold and you hugged him back. After a moment, you released your hold on each other. His hand brushed against yours and a jolt of electricity ran through your veins.

He pushed the door to his uncle's home open and held it as you entered the warm environment. Solomon paced back and forth through the front room, seemingly conflicted. Anne turned from her spot at the table and smiled at you thoughtfully. You greeted her quietly and Sebastian stopped to stand near his uncle as you took a seat next to Anne.

"Hello, Y/N. Sebastian tells me you might know something that can... help me?" Her tone sounds skeptical, and you can't help but understand.

"I believe I might. I know Sebastian has tried time and time again with no difference, not for his lack of trying, but because he went about it the wrong way." She nodded, agreeing that his methods had been less than ideal.

"So, if you don't mind me asking, what is so different about your method?" You swallowed the lump in your throat.

"In the time that I've been at Hogwarts, I've come to find that I have a connection to a rare form of Ancient Magic. I first saw traces of it on my way to the castle, which was when our carriage was attacked by a dragon. That was just the beginning of a path toward discovering and understanding the power I have the potential to wield. I have no idea how I came upon this connection, or why I was chosen, but I want to do good with it." She smiled, glancing over her shoulder at her brother.

"I can see why he likes you so much. You're good for him." You couldn't help the heat in your face as her smile grew wider. "I had a suspicion that his feelings weren't one-sided. Don't worry, I won't tell." And for one moment, you felt like a kid again. Just two girls discussing boys and trivial things.

"Well, then I should say that I understand Ominis' care for you as well." It was Anne's turn to go pink in the cheeks. "He has been worried about the both of you, but he's been trying to dissuade Sebastian for so long because he didn't want you to suffer any more than you have already." She chuckled, looking up at you.

"I do miss Ominis. He visits when he can, but it isn't the same as attending school together."

"I understand, after the time I've spent with the two of them I'm not sure what I'd do without them." She nodded, taking a deep breath. "Are you ready?" You asked.

"As ready as one can be in this situation."

"Thank you, again, for trusting me with this."

"If it won't make me any worse, then it doesn't hurt to try." You nodded one last time, setting the jar onto the table beside you. You pulled your wand from under your cloak and glanced to Sebastian, who gave you a small nod of approval. You took in the way Solomon stared quietly, most likely wondering how he ended up in such a situation.

"If my knowledge serves me right, you should not feel any pain as it is removed. If you do, please say something and I will stop immediately." You gave Anne a stern look, feeling slightly protective of the girl in such a vulnerable moment. She placed her hands on her knees and closed her eyes.

You pressed your wand lightly above her heart, closing your eyes as you envisioned the pain and torment leaving her body. Energy began to flow through your body and you could feel your power swirling down your arm and into your wand.

Take away Anne's pain. Take away Anne's pain.

Take away the curse that has left her so hurt.

Take away the curse that has affected her entire family.

Please work.

You heard a small gasp and slowly opened your eyes, watching as a black and green mass of dark magic slowly seeped away from Anne's chest. She watched as it left her body, slowly morphing around itself at the tip of your wand. She didn't show any sign of pain or discomfort, so you continued to pull.

As it grew, you watched how big it seemed in comparison to the magic that you had seen Isadora pull from her father. You held your breath, watching the last of the dark cloud leave Anne's body. Carefully, you pushed the tip of your wand into the jar, releasing the magic into its temporary holding container. You pulled your wand away and sealed the jar tightly, afraid of what might happen should it be left free. You sat your wand down and turned to face Anne again, watching her look over her body.

"Are you alright?" You asked. She met your gaze, staring for a moment before letting out a full body laugh. Her arms quickly launched around you to pull you into a suffocating hug and you chuckled in return, wrapping your arms around her.

"Am I alright? I'm wonderful! Maybe a little tired, but for the first time in what feels like forever, I don't feel a constant ache in my bones. I can move without a stabbing pain in my side, I-I can get excited without doubling over! Oh, thank you!" She pulled away from you, her grin reaching from ear to ear. You couldn't help but share in her excitement.

"Anne!" Sebastian rushed toward her, enveloping her in what you can only assume is a long overdue hug. You turn your attention to Solomon, who sports a small hopeful smile as he nods at you. You return the gesture and glance back at the jar on the table. "Would you look at that ugly thing," Sebastian said, reaching his hand out. You quickly slapped it away, widening your eyes.

"Don't touch it! In this form it is extremely unpredictable, we can't risk anything." He nodded, pulling his hand away and smiling down at his sister again.

"I told you I'd never give up on you, didn't I?" He said, ruffling her hair slightly. She chuckled, shoving his hand away playfully. You quietly grab your things, deciding that it would be best to give them all a moment of peace together as a family. As you passed by Solomon, he muttered a small thank you in your direction. You gave him a nod in acknowledgement and a reassuring smile.

The cool air brushed against your face as you stepped outside, turning toward the Floo flame in order to make it to the Map Chamber without incident. You couldn't help but feel a small bit of pride in yourself. After all that's happened, one good thing could come out if. A part of you did still worry if Solomon would forget about Sebastian stepping into the Dark Arts or if he would still go as far as to report him to the Headmaster. You hoped, for the sake of them all, that he would let it go so long as Sebastian kept his promise to stop digging deeper into it.

"Y/N, wait!" Your turned to find Sebastian rushing to catch up to you. "I know you really need to get that... thing, back to the Keepers, but before you go, I was wondering if I could give you something?" His nervous demeanor caught your attention. What could Sebastian Sallow be nervous about now?

"You don't have to give me-"

"No, I do. I've been wanting to for a while, but I feel like it's right, now." You didn't respond, waiting for him to hand you some kind of sentimental trinket or odd item he'd found. He took a few steps closer to you, and you could tell how hesitant he was in the way his steps wobbled.

Your lips parted as you tried to speak, but his lips caught yours before words could form. His hand pressed against your cheek softly and your nose filled with the scent of his all too familiar cologne. The kiss was long overdue, and too short for your liking. He pulled away slowly, his eyelids heavy as he searched for any sign of regret or discomfort on your face. When you smiled shyly back at him, he knew he made the right decision.

"You never cease to surprise me, Sebastian Sallow."

"I can only hope you'll allow me to continue to do so." He smirked.

"I would love nothing more. I trust I'll find you in the Undercroft later?"

"I'll be waiting." As the two of you parted, you couldn't help but wonder if Anne had said something to Sebastian after you left that caused him to chase after you. Whatever had pushed him to do it, you were glad he did.

This might've been a little cheesy, but I needed to fulfill my dreams of Sebastian getting a happy ending :') that sweet boy deserves better and you will NOT change my mind. Hope you enjoyed!

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Lacey Isadora Ronan ༄ friendly, outgoing, ambitious

The sunshine coast and sandy beaches were all she ever knew. In the quaint town of Tartosa, Lacey lived a quiet life working part time at a local bakery after graduating high school. Although she quite enjoyed adding dashes of colourful sprinkles to cupcakes and taking long walks on the coastline, she couldn't help wanting to break out of her repetitive daily routine. With a passion to express herself to the world through social media, she packed up her bags and moved to San Myshuno with the help of her parents who supported her regardless of their worries.

Life was different for Lacey when she has no one but her cat Penelope, but her drive to build connections and to become a social media influencer was bigger than ever.

Follow along Lacey’s Chapter as she navigates her new life in the big city!

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Katarina says nothing in retort—only fragments of words are born, dying before they’ve the chance to become anything grander. It only causes Selena’s eyes to narrow—at Andrei, specifically, for being so harsh, but he had the sense to recognize the confrontation’s end; the Fluorspar would not bring things back to that point.

She follows the direction of her fellow professor, posturing south at what seemed to be another spot to be searched. It, too, was a collection of items laid out by the villagers, but it was indistinguishable from where Holst’s remains had been hidden and the other locations in which they had found nothing. (She would have to draw closer to check.)

INFANTRY (1d5) Roll: 5. (i always believed in you <3)

So she does—close enough to look amidst the clutter with a scrutinizing eye. She nearly considers there to be nothing (no hair or skin showed; no well-worn tunics still donned by their owner), but then: a colorful container, tucked away towards the bottom.

SEARCH ROLL: 6 — BODY DISCOVERED (REYSON)

Blue-green eyes sharpen their gaze, looking to determine that which she could not with her hands. (Perhaps if she were willing to let go of Holst, but—that was not an option in her mind. It was the last resort, only if her hand was forced.) Her eyes were strong anyhow, used to the crackle of lightning and the distance it could travel—it is not too difficult to determine:

What she was seeing was undoubtedly an urn, crafted of fine wood and painted with the forest and all its wildlife—the birds and the flowers, shone upon by the sun. (She does not know the heron, but she remembers his corpse was burned.)

“Katarina, if you don’t mind, could you fetch that wooden box?” (She rises to full height, hands already too occupied to carry another.) One foot removes some of the lighter items, careful not to make too much noise.

“I believe we’ve found the heron’s ashes.”

search for lost eden

team theta - insiders - week two investigation minigame

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never grow up

violet bridgerton x youngest! daughter

bridgerton siblings x younger! sibling

pt1 dont need to read pt1 to read this but it'll give you background understanding

synopsis; Through scenes of Isadora's first moments—her siblings meeting her for the first time, her first word, first steps, and precious family outings—their unbreakable bond deepens. In the bustling life of Mayfair, Isadora remains Violet’s constant companion, offering comfort and unwavering support at her mother's side, embodying the enduring love that holds their family together.

word count; 1k

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a/n; thank you so much @kitkat27 for this idea, i had a lot of fun writing this!

once again, kinda proof read, kinda not

Your little hand's wrapped around my finger

And it's so quiet in the world tonight

Your little eyelids flutter 'cause you're dreamin'

So I tuck you in, turn on your favorite night light

In the dimly lit room of Bridgerton House, Violet held her newborn daughter for the first time. Isadora's tiny fingers curled around her mother's, and Violet felt an overwhelming rush of love and relief. Her heart ached with the absence of Edmund, but in Isadora's delicate features, she saw hope and a future.

The Bridgerton children quietly entered the room, their eyes wide with wonder as they approached their mother and the new addition to the family.

"She's so tiny," whispered Daphne, leaning in to get a closer look.

"Can I hold her?" asked Anthony, his voice soft yet protective.

Violet smiled, tears in her eyes. "Of course, Anthony. Just be gentle."

As Anthony cradled Isadora in his arms, the rest of the siblings gathered around, each taking a turn to hold their baby sister, their faces filled with awe and love.

To you, everything's funny, You got nothing to regret

I'd give all I have honey, If you could stay like that

At the age of 10 months, Isadora's first word filled the Bridgerton household with joy. Violet was in the drawing room, playing with Isadora on a plush rug, surrounded by her older siblings.

"Mama," Isadora said, her voice a soft, sweet sound that made Violet's heart soar.

"Oh, Isa! You said 'Mama'! You are so clever!" Violet exclaimed, gathering her daughter into her arms and peppering her face with kisses.

Eloise clapped her hands in delight. "Clearly she’s taking after me"

Colin laughed, ruffling Isadora's hair. "You think quite highly of yourself"

Oh, darlin', don't you ever grow up

Don't you ever grow up

Just stay this little

Isadora's first steps were a family affair. At one year old, she stood unsteadily in the middle of the nursery, her siblings forming a supportive circle around her. Violet knelt a few feet away, her arms open wide.

"Come to Mama, Isa," Violet encouraged, her voice filled with warmth.

With a determined look on her face, Isadora took a tentative step forward, then another, and another, until she tumbled into Violet's waiting arms.

"You did it, my darling!" Violet cheered, hugging Isadora tightly.

Hyacinth danced around them, her excitement palpable. "Isa walked! Isa walked!"

Oh, darlin', don't you ever grow up

Don't you ever grow up

It could stay this simple

When Isadora was three, the Bridgerton family prepared for an outing to the park. Violet, with Isadora’s small hand firmly clasped in hers, led the way. Isadora, at three years old, was a petite figure with wide, curious eyes that took in the world with a gentle wonder.

The Bridgerton children followed, a lively group that drew admiring glances from passersby. Each sibling had their own distinct personality, but they all shared a fierce protectiveness over their youngest sister.

“Look, Mama!” Hyacinth exclaimed, pointing to a beautiful flower bed bursting with vibrant blooms. “Aren’t they lovely?”

Violet smiled. “They are, indeed. Spring is such a wonderful time to be in the park.”

The children eagerly ran ahead to explore, their laughter echoing through the air. Isadora stayed close to Violet, her little hand never leaving her mother’s.

As they walked, Violet pointed out various sights to her youngest daughter. “See those tall trees, Isa? They’ve been here for many, many years.”

Isadora nodded, her eyes wide with interest. “They’re very tall, Mama.”

“They are,” Violet agreed. “Just like your brothers and sisters. But you’ll grow tall and strong too, my love.”

They reached a large, open grassy area where the older children had already begun a game. Isadora watched them with a mix of curiosity and caution.

“Would you like to play with them, Isa?” Violet asked, gently encouraging her.

Isadora hesitated, then shook her head. “I like being with you, Mama.”

Violet knelt down and kissed her daughter’s forehead. “And I like having you with me, my sweet girl. But it’s also fun to run and play with your brothers and sisters. Would you like to try? I’ll be right here.”

Isadora looked at her siblings, who were having so much fun, and finally nodded. “Okay, Mama.”

Violet called out to the others. “Gregory, Hyacinth, can you include Isadora in your game?”

Benedict, with his infectious energy, bounded over and scooped Isadora up, twirling her around. “Come on, Isa! Join us!”

Hyacinth joined in, her laughter ringing out. “We’ll be gentle, Isa. It’s lots of fun!”

I won't let nobody hurt you

Won't let no one break your heart

Isadora giggled as Gregory set her down, and soon she was running alongside her siblings, her earlier hesitation forgotten. She might not have been as quick or agile as the others, but their encouragement and patience made her feel included and loved.

Violet watched with a contented smile, her heart full as she saw Isadora’s face light up with joy. Despite the sorrow and challenges they had faced, moments like this reminded her of the strength and love that bound the Bridgerton family together.

As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the park, the family gathered their belongings and made their way back home. Isadora, tired from the day's excitement, was carried by Anthony, her head resting against his shoulder.

Violet walked beside them, her heart full. Despite the trials they had faced, days like this reminded her of the strength and love that bound them together. With Isadora’s quiet presence always near, Violet felt a sense of peace and gratitude that carried her through each day.

And no one will desert you

Just try to never grow up

At four, Isadora was ready for her first schooling lessons. Her mother with her to support her on this significant day. Violet, holding Isadora’s hand, walked her to the schoolroom where her governess awaited.

“You’ll do wonderfully, Isa,” Violet assured her, smoothing a stray curl.

Isadora looked up with wide eyes. “Will you stay with me, Mama?”

Violet smiled and knelt down to her level. “I’ll be right outside, my love. You’re going to learn so many exciting things.”

Gregory and Hyacinth peeked in, waving enthusiastically. “Good luck, Isa!” they chorused.

Never grow up

a/n pt2; GOD am i loving these isadora fic's so much, to those who sent requests just know they are all WIP right now and i will get them out for you as soon as i can! to those that havent sent a request, why not!!! my ask box is always always always open!, do you think i should make a post regarding rules when requesting?

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Just for the record, (I have to put this out there seeing as there is so much division in the fandom) much as I love both Fiona and Quigley…I personally will forever ship Violet x Duncan and Klaus x Isadora. They were just the cutest, most supportive and wholesome couples. Besides the Quagmires were literally kidnapped for the Baudelaires and come on Duncan carving their initials into the red herring was next level. 😂 Anyways, Violet and Quigley shippers I’m still here for you, I get it. As for any Klaus and Fiona shippers (if there are any I’ve honestly seen no support for this) while I don’t love it, I don’t hate it. But you’d have to convince me.

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Rules, BYF & DNI!

1: It you supporting Groomers, Pedophile, Child NSFW/ CP, Incest Stuff, Zoophilla Stuff, Rasicm Stuff, Pedophilia Supporters and Proship. You are not fucking welcome to my page!!!.

2: types of people are not welcome, like a sample Pedophile, Whiteknight, Proshippers/Darkshippers/Comshippers, White Supremacist, Homophobic People, Transphobic People, Nazi Supporters and Animal Abusers.

3: If you followed me, you draw/rebolgs it or drawing fetishs or NSFW of child characters. You will be blocked.

4: Requests are only Friends and Family, I don’t concern watchers as friends.

5: No offensive jokes or stuff. Including Pedophilia Jokes, Incest Jokes, Wars Jokes, Rape Jokes and Sexism Jokes.

6: I swear a lot. If you don’t like it feel free to unfollowed me.

7: sometimes don’t replying away. There some days can be busy.

8: I draw Gore and Angst Stuff, That make you feel uncomfortable it feel free to unfollowed me.

Please Interact!

Animal Crossing, Bluey, Cookie Run, Final Space, Genshin Inpact, Hello Kitty, Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure, Mario, Kirby, Minecraft, Monkie Kid, My Little Pony, Monster High, Pokémon, Scott Pilgrim, Rise of the Guardians, Spongebob Squarepants, Steven Universe, Sonic, Spiderman, The Amazing Digital Circus, The Owl House, Voltron, fans are interact!

People are into crossovers, headcanon, shipping!

If people into crossovers ships!

DNI List

Ableist

Autism Speaks Supporters

Abusers

Ageplay

AI Artists

Animal Abuser

Child NSFW/CP

Fudanshi/Fujoshi

Grommers

Homophobic/Biphobic/Panphobic/Transphobic/Hetrophobic/LGBTphobic/Aphobic

Incest

Lolicon/Shotacon

Loud House fans

Racist People

NTF’s/Cryptocurrency

Proshippers/Comshippers/Darkshippers

Misogynistic/Misandry

MLP NSFW/Foalcon

Necrophile

Pedophiles

People sexualize trans people

Sexist

Trump Supporters

Toxic Shippers

Vivziepop’s toxic Supports

White Supermacist

Zoophilles/Feral NSFW

Xenophobic

Ship that I hate/dislike!

AshCato { Ash x Little Cato from Final Space }

Migwen { Miguel O’hara x Gwen from Spiderverse }

Peachynoodles { Sun Wukong x MK from Monkie Kid }

Plumsynoodles { Macaque x MK from Monkie Kid }

Sontails { Sonic x Tails from Sonic }

Sebaciel { Ciel x Sebastian from Black Butler }

Twitter header credit on Pinterest! Top is Isadora and second one is whoares