#Prudence Swift

[mariasmemo]

Maria Mitchell In Her Own Words

1873. Feb.  I found in Indianapolis a gushing hospitality which was very pleasant to receive if you did not accept all its offers.  I was asked to spend a week in several different families.  Then I found an interest in science and was amazed to find that they readily paid me $100 and asked me for another Lecture at the same price.

Maria would travel to Indianapolis, making what was likely a long and cold journey by train.  She took one of her Vassar College students, Helen Marshall.  While there, Maria would be able to visit with her brother, Francis and his wife, Ellen, who came from Chicago to spend a few days with her.  Not as much is known about Frank as he was called.  We have one image of him in the collection – likely from a fair given the background – or cutout – he is mugging for the camera in.  Given the distance, I am sure many of the siblings did not see Frank as he lived the furthest from everyone.  He may have been the connection for Maria to meet and become the chaperone for a young Prudence Swift whom Maria would travel with throughout the southern United States and for a time, in Europe, until Prudie, as she was known, was called home and Maria continued on in Europe.  Prudie’s family lived in Chicago.

JNLF

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[frost-queen]

Tempting fate // part 2 (Reader!Featherington x Colin Bridgerton)

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Summary: Lady Whistledown strikes, making your family suffer underneath her swift pen. Will her wrath push Colin away or while he stand his ground and stay? [ part 1 & part 3 & part 4 & part 5 & part 6 & part 7 & part 8 & part 9 & part 10]

Dearest gentile reader,

This author finds herself compelled to share this news. The ton are abuzz with the latest gossip, and so it is my honour to impart to you; Y/n Featherington. The middlest of Featheringtons. One would ask what might occur for her name to fall of interest to this author. Well let this author share you all about Y/n Featherington…

Papers got stacked on each other. – “Get this out immediately. Those were the orders.” – one of the boys said taking a stack of pamphlets and giving it to the little kid. The kid nodded and ran out of the door. – “The latest Whistledown edition!” – he called out waving a pamphlet in his hand. No one was around yet on the streets, yet he felt compelled to shout it. Running as fast his little legs could carry him, he went to deliver an edition at each house of the ton.

Lady Featherington was still in her nightwear when she got woken up. A pamphlet of Lady Whistledown given to her. Baffled she accepted the pamphlet that got placed in her hands with haste. She turned the pamphlet around so she could read it. Her gaze fell immediately on a name. Her daughters name. Before reading anything more, she rushed out of her room. Knocking on each door of her daughter’s rooms. – “Wake up children!” – she called out.

You opened the door, rubbing your eye. – “What is it mama?” – you questioned as your sister Penelope appeared in her door opening as well. – “All of you downstairs.” – your mother spoke excitedly. – “What for?” – Philipa yawned out . You shrugged your shoulders at your sister, following Prudence down the stairs. Philipa groaned annoyed, ruffling her hand through her bed hair.

Penelope was the last to go downstairs, not having said a word. Mama orchestrated for you all to sit down. Philipa and Prudence sat beside each other. You sat before them on the ground. Penelope sitting alone in an armchair. – “We have been mentioned.” – mama spoke delighted, showing them the pamphlet.

“We have?” – Philipa answered curious. – “Was I mentioned too?” – Prudence asked. – “Y/n was.” – mama spoke as your eyes widened. – “I was?” – you spoke cautiously. Prudence lowered her hand on your shoulder. You took it, giving it a comforting squeeze. – “This is excellent news girls. We are finally getting noticed. Lady Whistledown finally agrees just how important we are as a family.” – mama went on. You looked up to your sisters with a hopeful smile.

You wanted nothing more for your sisters to receive the attention of noble men. For your family had not been so lucky in finding a match. – “Have you read it properly?” – Penelope said making you all look at her. Mama chuckled nervously. – “Well no… but what wrong can she write about my girls?” – Mama replied slowly getting insecure.

Philipa extended her hand wanting to read the pamphlet. Philipa got up approaching mama as she wasn’t getting it as fast as she wanted it. Philipa took the pamphlet from her, reading the first lines out loud till her words faded out to a whisper. Her eyes wide.

“What is it?” – you asked seeing the worry in your sister. – “Philipa?” – Mama spoke frightened. Philipa lowered the pamphlet, looking over at you. – “It’s about you sister… not in the nicest way.” – Philipa answered. – “Let me see.” – mama snatched the pamphlet out of her hands to read it for herself. Her hands clenched around the paper, her expression hardening. – “What is it?” – you repeated more worried.

Mama started reading a bit out loud. A section where all your flaws were openly explained. Your insecurities. How you would seduce any man just for attention. How from between your sisters, you might have the ugliest personality. Lies spread out in ink as you were none of those. Mama gasped desperately touching her forehead in distress.

You turned your head, laying it against your sister’s knees, sobbing loud. Prudence lowered her hand on you, wanting to comfort you. – “But mama that isn’t true.” – Prudence spoke defending you. – “It doesn’t matter if it is true or not! The entire ton will read this!” – she threw the pamphlet on the ground from distress.

You wiped some tears away, reaching for the pamphlet. You wanted to read it for yourself. See how lady Whistledown had dragged you through the mud. Ruined perhaps your reputation forever. For who would want to marry such a disgrace now? A girl who found pleasure in seeking men’s attention till they bored her out and she needed another one.

Reading the insults about you, made you cry loud. Prudence took the pamphlet from you, tearing it apart. You looked at your sister Penelope. Seeing her avoid eye contact. Her emotions well-hidden as she appeared unbothered. – “I am sorry mama.” – you cried out not sure why you were apologizing. Mama needed to sit down, too distressed to respond. You got up running up to your room, crying your heart out.

At the Bridgerton house it was still early. A few siblings in the Parlor. There was a knock on the door. Eloise gasped excitedly, jumping up. She rushed up to the man with a platter. A few editions of Lady Whistledown on them. She grabbed one eagerly, reading it with a flush on her cheeks. Her excitement faded out as she read more. – “What is it Eloise?” – Violet asked curious. – “Is it not exciting?” – Violet finished. – “No.” – Eloise responded. – “It is rather hurtful.” – she went on.

“Hurtful?” – Benedict questioned. – “It doesn’t feel like Lady Whistledown.” – Eloise outed. – “What has she written then?” – Anthony wanted to know. – “It’s all about Y/n Featherington.” – Eloise responded. Colin’s head lifted up with wide eyes.

He got up, going over to her to take the edition from her. He read a few lines as his expression tensed. – “Colin?” – Violet blinked confused when her son stormed out of the Parlor without a word. Violet asked for an edition, wanting to read for herself. She gasped, pressing her hand against her chest.

There were loud knocks on the door. Rushed and demanding to be opened. The door opened as he barged in, out of breath. The door from the Parlor opened as Penelope walked out. – “Oh Colin.” – she said happily at the sight of him. – “Why are you here?” – she asked curious. Colin rushed over to her, holding the pamphlet up. – “Where is Y/n?” – he wanted to know. Penelope changed her attitude just a smidge. – “Has she read this?” – he asked panting.

Penelope nodded. Colin exhaled concerned, wanting to move passed Penelope. Penelope moved, blocking his way. – “She doesn’t want to see you.” – she spoke. Colin stared with furrowed brows at her. – “I just want to speak to her. Make sure she is alright.” – Colin insisted upon, stepping aside, but Penelope followed his movement, blocking his path once more.

“She doesn’t want you.” – Penelope outed making Colin stared shocked down at her. Colin held the pamphlet up again. – “Lies! All of this are lies about Y/n. How can you stand here so coldly when your sister has been hurt?” – he wanted to know why she acted so coldly or unbothered. – “How am I to know it isn’t true?” – Penelope responded.

Colin gasped surprised. – “She’s your sister!” – he called out to her. – “Y/n would never…” – he breathed out. – “I must ask you to leave.” – She spoke showing him the door. – “But…” – Colin sputtered against her, but got pushed back by her. She practically showed him out. The door got slammed in his face. Puzzled he stared at the door, not familiar with that side of Penelope. With no other choice, he returned home. Hoping his actions might have not been the cause for these lies.

He never intended for you to be targeted. In that moment, he just wanted to show you, that his subtle signals had been projected onto you. It was you who he wanted to court. It was you who he felt compelled to marry. Not your sister Penelope. It was innocent to kiss you. He should’ve never done it, but he needed a way for you to see. For you to finally think of yourself instead of always thinking of your sisters first. Always putting them to the front and chase after their happiness while you forgot about yourself.

That was who you were. A sister who would defend and glorify your sisters at any given time. Not whatever lies lady Whistledown wrote about you. If he was being honest you had been pushing him away at any given time. Ignoring his clear signals as you could only think of your sister’s interests. Being blind that there was someone interested in you.

Mama took a deep breath. Tapping the fan in her hand into her palm. It was the clear the attention was on them. Phillipa and Prudence looking uncertain around. – “Chins up girls.” – Mama said with a plastered smile. You gulped soft, bringing your chin up to own your pride. Prudence took your hand for comfort. All of you started to walk. The crowd parting as you made your way through. It was almost unbearable to ignore the whispers. Seeing them huddle together to gossip.

Their glances and subtle points at you. You knew it must hurt your mama to be threated like this. The ton’s gossip as it did another dent in your reputation. One the Featheringtons didn’t have highly. It was hard to keep your head up. Hands were shaking as you rather disappeared. Be invisible than be the centre of attention. Prudence squeezed your hand tighter, feeling them shake in hers.

Mama took a position in the room near the walls. She started fanning herself from the nerves. Everyone was still watching, staring, gawking at you. Mama slapped her fan hard in her hand with a mean glare. Some men cleared their throats, looking immediately away. They slightly turned their posture to chatter again.

You stood beside mama, seeing how everyone did a great turn around you. Not daring to come near as if you had some sickness. – “Mama, perhaps I should head home.” – you told her. Thinking your presence was causing the illness. You were after all the reason for the gossip. – “No!” – mama answered firmly. – “That would not change anything.” – she sighed out. You hated being the cause of her worries. Deep down, you knew a part of her was disappointed in you.

Discontent you had shone such a light on the family. Your gaze fell on your sister Penelope. Seeing a certain glance in her eyes, made you furrow your brows. Something bitter in them. Holding her gaze felt threatening as you quickly looked away. – “This was supposed to be our season.” – Mama spoke, slapping her fan down her dress.

“Now look at us.” – She started fanning harder with one hand on her hip. – “Can we fall any lower?” – she sighed out. Feeling called out, your eyes became watery. You bowed to mama, before your tears could run like water. Leaving their side to disappear into the gardens. Wiping your cheek, you couldn’t hold it dry.

Hastening outside, you were greeted by a cold breeze. – “Y/n!” – you heard your name being called out. Seeing over your shoulder, it was Colin. Shaking your head, you kept walking. Colin rushed over not letting you slip through his fingers. – “Y/n.” – he said loud catching up on you. Out of breath, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you to a stop. – “Y/n.” – he repeated softer, tugging on you, wanting you to look at him. You sniffed loud, wiping your cheek dry. – “I’m so sorry.” – he spoke with a saddened look.

You turned your posture more to him. – “It’s not your doing.” – you answered. – “I shouldn’t have…” – he shook his head feeling dumb. His gaze met up with yours once more. – “Please…” – he brought his hand up, letting it brush against your cheek. You smiled saddened between the tears. You took his hand that laid against your cheek, bringing it slowly down. – “You shouldn’t be seen with me.” – you replied taking a step back from him.

“I do not care.” – he outed. Shaking your head, you turned around, walking off. – “Y/n.” – Colin called out, coming after you. – “Think of your reputation Colin.” – you told him. – “The hell with it!” – he shouted putting you to a stop.

“The hell with it all!” – he added with wide arms. – “Colin!” – you called out returning to him with fury. – “It is not because you were not mentioned yet, you wouldn’t be mentioned by her.” – you told him with frustration. – “Let her do her worst.” – Colin answered in seriousness. – “You don’t understand Colin, this was personal.” – you told him till something cliqued.

This was personal. Things had been mentioned only those closest to you knew. Things Colin didn’t even know. Looking past Colin, your gaze focused on the glass windows from top to bottom. A bright yellow figurine catching your eyes. Narrowing your eyes, you saw her clearer. Penelope.

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[honeylullaby]

Hey sweetheart, could you do a fic of Rupert x plus sized! fem reader? 🤍🫶🏻

where Rupert fell out with Declan and comes to you for comfort❤️

Of course my dahhhling, I’d be happy too🥰🫶🏽 Thank you for stopping by! 🤭🩷 I didn’t want to mention body type too much, just as much as I do with any of my other fics, but there’s some subtle soft mentions that would melt my heart 🫶🏽🥰

“You drive me wild.”

(Rivals) Rupert Campbell-Black x Reader

Suggestion by this lovely reader 🥰 / Rupert always turns to you first for comfort..

18+ FANFIC / Soft Rupert 🥹. Short Work. Reader character aged at 21. Requests will be back open soon! 🩷

“Good girl, Prudence.” You spoke adoringly to your Jack Russell Terrier, curled up together under a mountain of colourful woollen blankets. You ran a hand over her coarse tri-colour fur and exhaled in tranquility. The tiny box television in the corner played tonight’s episode of Coronation Street, and your fireplace snapped quietly in the corner. You reached down to your coffee table to take a swig out of your mug of hot, sweet tea. As the evening drew to a close, the indigo sunset painted intricate patterns of clouds in the sky.

“Fuck off, bastard.” An enraged voice bellowed from the front door, accompanied by a swift bang. Prudence howled at the sudden noise, and only settled after a few soft hushes. Ploughing into the living room and collapsing on top of you, Rupert sighed angrily and rested his head in your lap. Overjoyed that her favourite person had returned, Prudence rested her sleepy head on Rupert’s shoulder. “Bad day?” You ask, twiddling with his jet black locks between your fingers.

“That fucking bastard Declan. I am absolutely at the end of my tether with him.” Rupert spits, but his shoulders relax under your touch. He reaches his hand up to place his outstretched palm on the soft pouch of his belly — his favourite way to relax. “Well, just try to relax. You’re here now. Just… free it from your mind.” You state calmly, taking a loud inhale and exhale to force him into peaceful breathing.

“Down, Pru.” You snap your fingers gently, and your tiny companion bolts from her position on the sofa and curls into a ball beside the fireplace. Rupert flips himself over to lay on his tummy, and squeezes one of your thighs with both his hands, subsequently resting his head down. “Hmm, angel. You drive me wild.” He sighs, breathing in your scent. It was no surprise that Rupert was wholeheartedly infatuated with your body — your rounded, soft stomach, your thighs that provided him with the perfect place to grip and the soft curves of your hips. In this position, he could stay for eternity.

[manifestationsofasort]

50 songs I associate with Aphrodite

What The Water Gave Me - Florence + The Machine

Lipstick on the Glass - Wolf Alice

Fade Into You - Mazzy Star

Temporal Love - SRSQ

Angelene - Them Are Us Too

Lavender Fields - Lebanon Hanover

She's My Religion - Pale Waves

Daydreaming - Paramore

Green Light - Lorde

drivers license - Olivia Rodrigo

Ophelia - The Lumineers

Heat Lightning - Mitski

Sparks - Faith and the Muse

Trees and Flowers - Strawberry Switchblade

Pink Orange Red - Cocteau Twins

False Moon - Them Are Us Too

I Know The End - Phoebe Bridger's

My Love - Florence + The Machine

Witchcraft - Graveyard Club

Ribs - Lorde

we fell in love in october - girl in red

Somewhere Somehow - Oddness

Once in a While - Rosegarden Funeral Party

Spellwork - Austra

Cascade - Siouxsie and the Banshees

Macabre - Land of Talk

Dark Hill - Lebanon Hanover

Simmer - Hayley Williams

Night Time - The Birthday Massacre

Mephisto Waltz - Mephisto Waltz

Get Higher - Palate Royale

State of Grace - Taylor Swift

Don't Delete The Kisses - Wolf Alice

Ever Crashing - SRSQ

Northern Lights - Death Cab for Cutie

Cherry-coloured Funk - Cocteau Twins

Running Up That Hill - Kate Bush

Deep Water - Strawberry Switchblade

Last Words of a Shooting Star - Mitski

Venetian Blinds - The frozen Autumn

Pull Apart Heart - Eliza & The Delusional

Remember Me - The Birthday Massacre

Girls Against God - Florence + The Machine

Dear Prudence - Siouxsie and the Banshees

All Flowers in Time Bend Towards the Sun - Mins Cinema

Five Ten Fiftyfold - Cocteau Twins

Deep Water - Strawberry Switchblade

October Passed Me By - girl in red

When We Go Dark - Faith and the Muse

Black Metal - Helena Deland

[xoxochb]

— too soon to tell you I love you!

hi hi my name is prudence! I’d most like to be called prue but you are all free to create your own personal nicknames if you’d like! :)

༯ my native language is english but I do also speak french so feel free to parler avec moi un francais <3

I love to love to love to love you: connor stoll, reading, writing, astronomy, owls, green and pink, coffee (I’m basically a gilmore girl), sundresses, taylor swift, the sun and the moon, painted nails, halloween, scary movies, spring and summer weather, sleeping, music, organization, converse, pinterest, baking (pb cookie recipe also), romcoms, books books books!!

the kinda book that you can’t put down: riordanverse (duh), the song of achilles + circe (madeline miller), a touch of darkness series (scarlett st. clair), emma + pride and prejudice (jane austen), carrie + the shining (stephen king), better than the movies + nothing like the movies (lynn painter), a good girls guide to murder triology (holly jackson), powerless series (lauren roberts), the inheritance games series (jennifer lynn barnes)

this sick beat: taylor swift, olivia rodrigo, sabrina carpenter, gracie abrams, chappell roan, adrianne lenker, paramore, remy bond, maya hawke, mazzy star, mckenna grace, ariana grande, the marias, laufey, leith ross, big theif, clairo, lana del rey, tv girl, frank ocean, beabadoobee, conan gray, arctic monkeys, abba, alex g, current joys, cigarettes after sex, mitski, coldplay, harry styles, empire of the sun, the cocteau twins, billie ellish, strawberry guy, the smiths, the beatles.

the kinda girl you’d write a song about: curly haired girl, introverted, bisexual, true crime obsessed (me and will solace are twins, it’s real!!), the #1 juno fan. your favorite writer’s favorite writer (real and confirmed). january capricorn. riordanverse fandom mother, prom song (gone wrong), the 1, and new year’s day if they were a person.

secret gardens in my mind: riordanverse, the hunger games, horror movie related, dead poets society, agggtm, the outsiders, powerless series, the inheritance games… and far more

alt blog: @campphalfblood + @xoxoprue

[angelofthenight]

Playlist for Last Man Alive

( This just a playlist of random songs that go with/relate to my fic,, if u think of a song that u think should be here feel free to comment it and I’ll add it! Songs in green are the ones that suite the most perfectly )

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Closer - Nine Inch Nails

Don’t Blame Me - Taylor Swift

Boyfriend - Dove Cameron

Dear John TV - Taylor Swift

This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things - Taylor Swift

Never Ever Getting Rid Of Me - Waitress

Meant to Be Yours - Heathers

Karma - Taylor Swift

Girlfriend - Avril Lavigne

I Did Something Bad - Taylor Swift

The Red Means I Love You - Madds Buckley

Lotta True Crime - Penelope Scott

Invisible String - Taylor Swift

Dead Girl Walking Reprise - Heathers

Jealous Girl - Lana Del Rey

Haunted TV - Taylor Swift

An Unhealthy Obsession - The Blake Robinson Synthetic Orchestra

Love Story cover - Sarah Cothran

You’re On Your Own, Kid - Taylor Swift

Somebody’s Watching Me - Rockwell

Gods & Monsters - Lana Del Rey

The Beast in Me - Bonnie Pointer

Right Where You Left Me - Taylor Swift

Until I Found You - Stephen Sanchez

Thriller - Michael Jackson

Oblivion - Grimes

Yo Girl - Heathers

Always Forever - Cults

Hey Lover - The Daughters of Eve

Get Out Of My Head - Tryhardninja

Tag, You’re It - Melanie Martinez

I Wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys

Paparazzi - Lady Gaga

Look What You Made Me Do - Taylor Swift

Tonight You Belong To Me - Patience & Prudence

Cool for the Summer - Demi Lovato

Pacify Her - Melanie Martinez

Bad Romance - Lady Gaga

Knee Socks - Arctic Monkeys

Christmas Kids - Roar

You Don’t Own Me - Lesley Gore

You Don’t Own Me - SAYGRACE

Illicit Affairs - Taylor Swift

Smoke and Mirrors - Jayn

Enchanted TV - Taylor Swift

Little Girls - Annie 2014

Hellfire - Hunchback of Notre Dame

Call Me Crazy - Gabbie Hanna

MONTERO - Lil Nas X

Strawberry Shortcake - Melanie Martinez

You Belong With Me TV - Taylor Swift

Senpai Notice Me - Random Encounters

I Can Hear The Bells - Hairspray

All Men Are Pigs - Studio Killers

Gorgeous - Taylor Swift

Take A Hint - Victorious

Play Date - Melanie Martinez

Our Love is God - Heathers

Better Than Revenge TV - Taylor Swift

Ready or Not - Bridgit Mendler

Teacher’s Pet - Melanie Martinez

Norman fucking Rockwell - Lana Del Rey

August - Taylor Swift

Cake - Melanie Martinez

The Archer - Taylor Swift

Bloody Mary - Lady Gaga

Clean TV - Taylor Swift

Hopelessly Devoted To You - Grease

Final Girl - Graveyardguy

My Tears Ricochet - Taylor Swift

This Little Girl - Cady Groves

Obsessed With You - The Orion Experience

Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve - Taylor Swift

Lay All Your Love On Me - Abba

EVIL - Melanie Martinez

I’m Still Standing - Elton John

Using You - Mars Argo

All I Want For Christmas Is You cover - Chase Holfelder

Betty cover - Chase Holfelder

Michelle - Sir Chloe

You Are My Sunshine - Jimmie Davis

The Wolf - SIAMES

Obsession - Animotion

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! - Abba

Head Over Heels - Tears For Fears

The Point of No Return - Phantom of the Opera

You’re the Inspiration - Chicago

I’m Just Ken - Barbie

Don’t You Want Me - The Human League

I Want You (She’s So Heavy) - The Beatles

Sunshine Superman - Donovan

Don’t You Ever Leave Me - Hanoi Rocks

Oh! Darling - The Beatles

[ahollowgrave]

Sensory Prompts:

Your bed after traveling.

In which a retainer returns home...

As the door clicked shut behind Prudence let her bag hit the floor with a heavy thump. She would unpack it later. Shedding her jacket next she tossed it over the worn travel pack and then gave the whole thing a few swift, angry kicks. 

The trip had been… stressful. Her Lady was an exacting sort and while Prudence could and did appreciate that, she also fucking hated it. It meant she knew exactly what was expected of her and her work. It also held little room for mistakes or slowness.

But, it is work she is proud of. 

Finally turning from her abused bag and coat with plans of bed she is brought up rudely short by the apology at the end of her kitchen counter. At least Prudence assumes it to be an apology. That was usually how these things went. A bundle of flowers (ugh), a sealed letter addressed simply to “Pruny” (foul), and an innocuous paper brown bag (interesting). The flowers are hearty, no sign of wilting at all. Taking a deep breath she imagines she can still smell Gerry; living things and campfire smoke and musk. She imagines the duskwight creeping in to leave behind the gifts. Something that might work on the noble floozies her sometimes-partner fucks when they fight. 

It won’t work on her. Forgiveness hasn’t taken root quite yet. 

But --

Taking the steps up to her bed the paper back crinkles in her hand as she opened it. She cannot resist something claiming to be inconspicuous. Inside she is pleased to find several of Gerry’s handrolls and when she shoves her face into the opening she comes back up coughing. Nice. Kicking out of her shoes, Prudence tossed the bag onto her nightstand while she weighed her new options. 

From the corner the bath whispered promises of warmth and relaxation. It would be the responsible thing to do, scrubbing the road from her skin. For certain she is -- ripe. Paired with one of the handrolls and a bottle of something it would be a good enough evening. Might even be good enough to nurture that forgiveness. 

But the bed is stretched out before her like a lover, eager and waiting. Its blankets still unmade from the last morning she awoke tangled among them. Prudence knows the sheets will be wonderfully cold and downy soft and will carry her to sweet, thoughtless oblivion. At least for a time. 

As she scrubbed a yawn from her face it became an easy choice. 

Prudence fell into the linen clouds of her bed. She didn't bother to shuck the remainder of her clothing and sleep staked her claim soon enough. Dragging Prudence down into a tender cradle she wouldn't allow any living lovers. She indulged in the fall, landing in pleasant dreams punctured with short nightmares. 

Far too soon her linkshell crackled to life. Her Lady’s voice is loud, clear, and chilly as it spoke a command in her ear, “Prudence, come.”

Thank you for the ask @riftdancing!

Prudence ( @prudentfolly ) took this one!

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[faithhearted]

@honorhearted {x}

So you were his contact then? You've been the one funneling our intelligence to M.ayor M.athews and G.eneral T.ryon?"

Bradford had always known Benjamin to be low as a dog, a two faced glory hound who acted on impulse for reasons of self serving nature. He'd always known it, even when everyone else believe the bastard to be otherwise.

"Damn right I have," he answered without hesitation, keeping the pistol in his hand steady and aimed at Tallmadge's head, "I'm only sorry I didn't start doing so sooner -- saved us all the hell W.ashington has put us through."

Tallmadge was visibly angry and remarkably still, not at all like the last time they'd tussled, when he'd been arrogant, cocky, and practically begging for a bout. Was it because Bradford held the advantage, or was he planning something? Bradford couldn't afford not to be too careful.

"What do you want?" he demanded, no doubt attempting to stall. "Perhaps this time around, we can talk rather than throw fists to settle our differences."

Bradford scoffed.

"What I want, you can't give. 'Sides, you and I both know all too well that neither of us want to talk. Now come to shore -- slowly, or I'll reconsider letting you live."

He just needed to get Tallmadge restrained. If he could do that, then he could take him to New York, just as planned. Prudence would be waiting there to make their next move. Mistakes couldn't be made. He'd already slipped up once, thankfully vindicated (however wrongfully) before he'd been sentenced to the gallows beside Hickey. Not again. This time, he'd make sure to tie up loose ends.

For a split second, Tallmadge's eyes fell downward. Had Bradford blinked, he would have missed it completely. Quickly following his subtle gaze, he spotted the pistol that lay in the mud. In one swift movement, Tallmadge lunged forward, prompting Bradford to spring forth and slam his boot down upon Tallmadge's hand as he'd attempted to grasp the weapon. For good measure, he pressed his boot down hard as though he were smothering out hot coals.

"Think you're unreadable, huh, Tallmadge?" he seethed, winding up the strength his his arm before slamming the pistol into Tallmadge's cheek. He wasn't going to let him win. Not this time. Admittedly, it felt good to see his long time rival suffer by his hand for once.

"That arsehole Brewster isn't here to back you up this time."

[mariasmemo]

Maria Mitchell In Her Own Words

Berlin, May 7, 1858.  {Alexander von} Humboldt had replied to my letter by a note, saying that he should be happy to see me at 2p.m. . . . There was a clock in sight, and I stayed but half an hour . . . .

Having been nearly a year in Europe, I had not kept up my reading of American newspapers, but Humboldt could tell me the latest news, scientifically and politically . . . .It was singular that Humboldt should advise me to use the sextant; it was the first instrument that I ever used, and it is a very difficult one.  No young aspirant in science ever left Humboldt’s presence uncheered . . . .

Maria Mitchell met with many well-known, and indeed, famous scientists during her time in Europe. By this time, her charge, Prudence Swift, and long returned to the US and Maria continued to travel throughout Europe, finding people to accompany her as was only appropriate at that time. In a nutshell, von Humboldt (b. 1769) was a world famous geographer, naturalist and explorer most noted for his five volume work Cosmos. I think it goes a long way to illustrating just how well-known Maria Mitchell truly was that von Humboldt, now an elderly man at their meeting, was able to make time and an effort to receive her. He would die just a year later on May 6, 1859.

JNLF

[sweetbuckybarnes]

mirrorball

Pairings: Colin Bridgerton + Penelope Featherington

Summary: Penelope has always tried to please other people, especially her mother. She has never felt seen by the other people of the ton. Apart from the Bridgertons, she always felt seen by them.

Masterlist | Albums | folklore Album

Hush, when no one is around, my dear, you’ll find me on my tallest tiptoes. Spinnin' in my highest heels, love, Shinin' just for you.

Penelope knew she was a people pleaser; she had been since childhood. She would try to show her parents what she was doing, in the hope of their approval – but she never got it. She was always overlooked, her sisters Philippa and Prudence always ‘outshone her’ even with their awful singing, or how they could never play the pianoforte.

So, Penelope found herself being pushed to the side, she found comfort in the books her father brought back for her. She would lounge on the long chair by the window, warming herself up like a cat and most likely rereading a book.

She didn’t want to make her debut into society, she had hoped that if she persuaded her mother enough, she could push it to the next season. But in her mother’s words, what if an eligible bachelor wanted to marry Penelope, he may not be interested in her next season. Something fluttered in Penelope, but was quickly crushed when her mother utter, “But why would anyone do that?”

Penelope had never thought of herself as ‘beautiful’, especially when she has her mother, her older sisters and for the time Marina telling her she wasn’t. If you tell someone they aren’t beautiful enough; they’ll soon believe it.

Especially with all the men who came calling to just catch a glimpse of Marina. Penelope just resigned herself to sitting on the floor playing with the dog one of the men brought for Marina as a gift – with Marina being allergic, her mother had allowed her to keep the dog.

Whilst Marina was staying with them, she hammered those thoughts in that she didn’t think any man would ever look her way.

Not even Colin Bridgerton.

What would her best friend’s brother see in her?

That had caused her to silently cry into her pillow for about a week.

She had always loved the Bridgertons, they had considered her as another member of the family. Violet always made sure that Penelope wasn’t hidden away on the sidelines. The only person who danced with her without being prompted was the Duke of Hastings. Daphne’s now husband.

In a way, she liked that the Duke had done that. He had sought her out by himself, without being asked, and offered her his hand for a dance.

Her mother had always wanted one of her girls to marry into the Bridgerton clan. The Bridgertons were more powerful than the Featheringtons, she would be able to tell anyone who would listen to her (not that they had much of a choice… she always made herself known in a room), that one of her daughters married into the most powerful family of the ton.

Benedict always flirted with her; she would often just brush him off. But as her first two seasons flew past her with not a marriage proposal in sight. As she began her third season, she began to flirt back with the second Bridgerton son – but they both knew it wouldn’t progress further than that.

Eloise had been glued to Penelope’s side since that day in April after Penelope accidentally knocked Colin off his horse.

Colin Bridgerton.

The bachelor who encouraged her in the marriage mart, and as she was courted by Lord Debling – Colin came to realise that she had been standing in front of him waiting for him to notice her.

And it was nearly too late.

Colin pulled Penelope out into the garden, once he caught wind that Lord Debling would be proposing, he knew his window would be closing. Rapidly.

“Colin? What on earth are you doing?”

“You can’t marry him.”

Penelope blinked repeatedly, looking up at the third Bridgerton. “I’m sorry?”

“Lord Debling. He’s planning on proposing-”

She nodded her head. “Well, that is what’s expected. Considering we are courting, that would be the next expected step.”

Colin stared down at her. “No. You can’t marry him, Pen.”

“And whyever not?”

Colin sighs, Penelope raises an eyebrow at him as she waited for him to continue.

“Because I love you.”

“No, you don’t.”

“I do. Pen, I do love you.”

Penelope scoffed and spun around on her heel. “No, you don’t. You don’t suddenly realise that you love me as another man plans to make me his wife. This was the whole plan, that you would help me in the marriage mart.”

“Not if it meant losing you,” Colin said, taking a few steps forward so he could rest a hand on her cheek.

Penelope stared up at Colin. “We both knew this. But, I’m Eloise’s friend, I’ll always be there; but we wouldn’t be friends anymore…”

Because I'm a mirrorball, I'm a mirrorball. And I'll show you every version of yourself tonight.

[pacinglikeghosts]

hi <3 k tagged me in seven sentence sunday and i totally didn't forget about it until now. for you, my love ( @pelorsdyke ). The good news is that i am writing, despite the horrors (finals). the bad news (for some) is that it's not dad carmy. i'm sorry besties, i will at some point. i am just consumed by this.

(the this in question? a fic based on taylor swift's piano mashup from toronto night one, which was false god x tis the damn season. and also chilling adventures of sabrina. so.) title for this fic is "we could all it even (and we'll still worship this love)" and i am consumed by it.

“Then you should come with us tonight,” Theo offered. “We’re going to get drinks at this new bar just outside of town. Nick’s coming with us.” Roz’s face hardened, a steely gaze out of the corner of Sabrina’s eye as her own stomach turned. “You’re meeting Nick?” she asked, attempting to mask the way her voice rose an octave. “I didn’t know you guys were so close.” “We’re not,” Roz insisted, shifting in her seat slightly as Theo winced. “He—we just met up again. He got back into Greendale to teach conjuring at the academy back in October and he was looking to spend time with people his own age that he knew. There was an opening, and Prudence recommended him.”

[victoriams]

certain things were undeniably true – that the sky was blue, or that grass was green. or that, perhaps, probably, most certainly – she loves Krishna more than anybody else she’d ever met. And that this fact would remain her own – to be held in her hands and softly tended to in secret, but never to be uttered aloud / there was not much else that could make krish feel so elated as making prudence smile. if the both of them had not devoted their entire lives to this cause, where lives hang in the balance daily, she might have devoted hers to the simplicity of making her smile the way she had growing up.

@reblrths

the bully, sophie lark / i hope you think of me, lily williams / unknown / nox, anne carson / coldbrewslut on tumblr / close to me, monica murphy / unknown / heather, conan gray / unknown / unknown / k.a.t / triple dog dare, lucy dacus / the reader, bernhard schlink / unknown / a letter to albert camus, maría casares / seven, taylor swift / unknown / herakles, euripides / blue, dir. hiroshi ando / strawberry blonde, mitski / joseph e. morris / unknown / unknown / vivadrag on instagram / transsexualists on twitter / you are jeff, richard siken (but i changed it) / she-ra and the princesses of power (2018-2020) / a letter to ernest hemingway, agnes von kurowsky / susie save your love, allie x and mitski / unknown / about the days, joshua beckman / unknown / the complete poems of anna akhmatova, anna akhmatova / graceland too, phoebe bridgers / unknown / brutal prince, sophie lark / unknown / enough for you, maisie peters / trista mateer / let you break my heart again, laufey / pride and prejudice, dir. joe wright / tender is the night, f. scott fitzgerald / sacred woman, queen afua / bipdf on tumblr / unknown / jonnysun on twitter / unknown / eurydice, sarah ruhl / anna laura art / we’re in love, boygenius / unknown / i will, mitski / enilehtnorevol on twitter / eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, dir. michel gondry / everywhere everything, noah kahan / unknown / a letter to paul celan, ingeborg bachmann / the maddest obsession, danielle lori / moon song, phoebe bridgers / just the two of us, grover washington jr. art by rosabienfuerte on tumblr 

[queennsansa]

Hi! Can you do the HP meme game for CAOS characters? I'd love to see what you come up with! Kay, thanks, bye!

Thanks for the ask, it's been a while! Alright, here we go...

Sabrina

Nick

Harvey

Zelda

Lilith

Rosalind

Ambrose

Prudence

Agatha

Hilda

Father Blackwood

Lucifer

Have you ever read a 6/11 fic?

Have I ever read a Roz/Father Blackwood fic? No, and I have no desire to :’) what a way to start off this questionnaire!

What would happen if 12 got 8 pregnant?

What if Lucifer got Prudence pregnant. You should see my face right now. Nope, not answering that. That would be a very different show.

Can you read fics about 9/3?

Hmmm, I’ve never read Agatha/Harvey but I’m not opposed to it. We don’t know all that much about Agatha but maybe he’d be good for her!

Would 2 and 6 make a good couple?

Nick/Roz? Honestly, I see the vision. I’d read that. She has enough spark to intrigue him while being a bit steadier and nicer than Sabrina. He has that sad bad boy thing going on and I don’t think she’d be all that charmed by it, but maybe if she got to see him in a different light? I’m here for it!

5/9 or 5/10?

Lilith/Agatha or Lilith/Hilda… Okay you know what, I think Lilith/Hilda would be genuinely hilarious. Hilda has some serious darker depths and I think she could keep up with Lilith. A real opposites attract. Wouldn’t last, but wouldn’t it be fun to see the journey?

What would happen if 7 walked in on 1 and 12 making out?

What if Ambrose walked in on Sabrina and Lucifer? He’d hopefully perform an exorcism.

Make a summary for a 3/10 fic.

Goodness. Okay.

Ten years after Harvey left Greendale, a mysterious and disconcerting message has him returning to his hometown. He encounters a ghost town with only one light in the dark night—the Spellman house. And his ex-girlfriend’s aunt Hilda, who seems convinced Greendale is dying and Harvey is the only one who can save it. Together, they attempt to solve the mystery of what happened to Greendale, but more lurks outside the house than just the ghosts of their past…

Is there anything such as 1/8 fluff?

I’m sure there’s Sabrina/Prudence fluff out there but I’ll be honest, that doesn’t seem like the appeal of a pairing like that. I’d like to see some enemies-to-lovers, messy angst.

Suggest a title for a 7/12 hurt/comfort fic.

Ambrose/Lucifer? Lol. Okay. Well, the song I was listening to when I got to this question was a cover of Franz Ferdinand’s Take Me Out by Young Summer. It’s not giving hurt/comfort vibes but maybe in their own way it could be? So there, a line from the song as a title: "A Shot Away From You". Nicely ambiguous and eerie.

What might 10 scream out in a moment of passion?

Hilda would absolutely scream out “oh dear” or something.

If you wrote a 1/6/7 fic, what would the warnings be?

Sabrina/Rosalind/Ambrose. Aside from the ‘incest’ warning I think this would be quite wholesome actually!

When was the last time you read a fic about 5?

I’m not sure I’ve read a Lilith fic before, I usually stuck to fic about the kids. Wouldn’t be opposed, I could be here for Lilith/Zelda for example.

“Sabrina and Agatha are in a happy relationship until Agatha suddenly runs off with Zelda. Sabrina, brokenhearted, has a one night stand with Father Blackwood and a brief, unhappy affair with Lucifer, then follows the wise advice of Lilith and finds true love with Harvey.” What title would you give this fic? Name three people on your friends list who might read it. Name one person who should write it.

I love that this like… almost makes sense? Sabrina/Harvey as endgame cracked me up. I would name this fic “long story short” after the Taylor Swift song. I wouldn’t make anyone write or read it though.

How would you feel if 7/8 were canon?

Don’t have to imagine, Ambrose/Prudence remains iconic. Probably ended up being one of my favorite relationships on the show.

Do you think 9 is hot?

I think Agatha is hot, yeah. Apparently the actress is still dating Tommy Martinez which is a gorgeous couple if I’ve ever seen one.

What kind of plot would you use if you wanted 6 to deflower 8?

What if Roz wanted to deflower Prudence? Seems… improbable lol. Maybe Roz could be the first person Prudence has sex with where she actually has feelings? I think Roz would be very respectful and Prudence would be a little standoffish but then melt. Of course there’d be some world-ending drama that would force them to work together, which would get them talking and Roz would see past Prudence’s prickly shell.

If you wrote a songfic about 2, what song would you choose?

Looked up my Nick playlist for this. I’ll go with something angsty set during season 2 and say Julien Baker’s Shadowboxing: “When you watch me throwing punches at the devil / It just looks like I’m fighting with me.”

What would be a good pick-up line for 9 to use on 10?

A pick-up line for Agatha to use on Hilda... Hilda’s really getting around here. Hm, I think Agatha wouldn’t be cheesy with her pick-up lines, she’d just put on a sexy little dress, show up at Hilda’s door and be like “I know you want me”. And that’d be that.

What is 3's super-secret kink?

I think Harvey would have a praise kink. Is that super-secret? Wait, no, okay, alternatively I think he’d be into cuckolding. Has anyone written that fic? They should. I’m imagining a Harvey/Sabrina/Nick AU for Sara Cate’s Give Me More and it sounds amazing in my head.

Would 11 shag 9, drunk or sober?

Father Blackwood and Agatha—yes, but it would be a ploy of Agatha’s to bring down Blackwood and it would work.

If 4 and 7 got together, who tops?

Zelda would top Ambrose. Tell me I’m wrong.

[ao3feed-kathony]

Rising Star: A Bridgerton Story

read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/56006437 by mtwoy When Archibald Featherington dies, Portia heart's stopped as well, but not because of grief or, god forbid, sorrow. No, of course not. It was because he did not only die leaving four daughters that, who knows why, loved him very much, but the dickhead also left them in a pile of debts. Portia was desperate, she was worried about her daughter's future, of course, but she was in despair about just the thought of having to work to survive. For god’s sake, she married that old sack just to have a good life and not worry about a thing, well just look how it turned. And to make matters worse, Prudence was not shutting her fucking mouth about participating in some ridiculous music show or something like that, Portia was not really paying attention to the blabs of her eldest daughter, until that brilliant girl said the most important thing in that very moment! "What? What did you just said? How much do they pay?" "Well, if you pass the auditions, they give you 5000 pounds to leave everything behind and just foucus on the show!" "Where's the application?" Well, Portia just thought of a wholesome way to become rich! A story based on camp rock, jonas brothers and taylor swift. Words: 1173, Chapters: 1/30, Language: English Fandoms: Bridgerton (TV), Bridgerton Series - Julia Quinn Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/M Characters: Penelope Featherington, Colin Bridgerton, Anthony Bridgerton, Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma, Violet Bridgerton, Eloise Bridgerton, Philippa Featherington, Theo Sharpe, Phillip Crane, Felicity Featherington, Portia Featherington, Benedict Bridgerton, Francesca Bridgerton, Michael Stirling, John Stirling I, Sophie Beckett, Edmund Bridgerton Relationships: Colin Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington, Anthony Bridgerton/Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma, Sophie Beckett/Benedict Bridgerton, Francesca Bridgerton/Michael Stirling, Eloise Bridgerton/Phillip Crane read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/56006437