#aunt eloise

[standing-bears-dont-run]

No but can we talk about the new Lord Featherington for a minute? He's going to grow up with his father's kindness and his mother's wit. He's going to be a very young lord that learned his duties from his father (who's father learned from his Uncle Anthony, always referred to as Uncle Ant because he could never pronounce Anthony when he was first stringing sentences together as a child) but knowing that both his parents forged their own paths regardless of being a third son/daughter. He will value a woman for her intelligence and character not her child bearing hips because he grew up to be a feminist. Between his mother, father and auntie Eloise, you better believe he grew up respecting women. He'll be encouraged to travel before he becomes Lord to experience life. To marry for love. He'll have Chestnut locks, but when he returns from his adventures with scruff on his face, it will be tinged with just a hint of red. Secretly he'll be insecure about his own writing fearing it will never measure up to his mother and father. The Lord has a keen eye for art and poetry. Unfortunately he inherited the featherington singing vocals but has quite a knack for the piano forte. Whenever him and his cousins get together, in public they are the picture of Lords and ladies. But in private can be quite rambunctious and always get into mischief. One might say behaving more as brothers and sisters than cousins.

[myokk]

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@latymerct literally is fueling 70s au brainrot SO BADLY 😫🤌 so we get 70s scruffy stoners Eloise and Lyle🤭

[hrjafael]

I just want to say that this has an Agatha Christie vibe to it if it were Aunt Eloise.

How different would the original “Secrets Can Kill” be if the culprit was someone different? Who would you choose?

[biodead-on-the-biobed]

I see people talking about “oh Phillipa and Prudence are racing to produce an heir, and so far Penelope is winning” and “what if Prudence and Phillipa both have daughters and Penelope is the one to have a son” and I raise you:

Penelope has twins.

Because THINK abt it. Bridgerton has messed with birth order/child names before (see Daphne and August) so it’s possible for this case (ie: making Agatha and Thomas twins instead)

But just. Imagine the chaos. Imagine Penelope’s family brushing aside the idea that Pen is even pregnant, or telling her “you’re so sick because you’re having a girl” or some other nonsense. Imagine her sisters still haven’t had their children. Imagine Penelope gives birth and of course half the Bridgertons are there in support and Penelope’s own family arrive late after the birth. And Portia gets told that Yes, you do have a granddaughter.

And a grandson.

And then you cut to Colin and Pen holding their girl and boy respectively (I refuse to believe Agatha wont have Colin wrapped around her little finger within 5 minutes of her being born, and you know sweet boy Thomas has Pens entire heart) and Portia, Prudence, and Phillipa have to come to terms with the fact that not only did Penelope beat them in the race to have a child, she had TWO

[bookclub-reads]

I 100% want to believe that if Bridgerton took place in modern day, Eloise would be buying the baby board book version of all the classic books for once finding out Penelope was pregnant!

[random-fireworks]

I just finished season 3 of Bridgerton and wow. I'm blown away. I loved every single episode and I realized why at the end: it was about love in all its forms.

Romantic love sure, but it wasn't the predominant one. Love for your peers, love for your family, love for your friends, love for yourself.

Can we also talk about the redemption arcs and the complex thoughts and actions of the characters, their growth?

[kat-rose-griffith]

I can’t believe I haven’t seen any parallels made between the red head x brunette pen pal friends to lovers slow burn ship shirbert, from Anne with an E, and polin, from bridgerton. I’m actually surprised I haven’t seen more parallels between the two shows in general since they do share a few similar aspects

[mendokayalways]

This season of Bridgerton was a standout for me in truly the amount of beautifully diverse and complex female friendships that were portrayed - obvious ones to mention are the older ladies like Lady Danbury, Queen Charlotte, Violet Bridgerton and of course Eloise and Penelope's relationship. But also Danbury taking Alice under her wing, Eloise and Cressida Cowper even though it was doomed from the start it was genuine for some time, and a HUGE one for me that I've seen kind of not really acknowledged by a lot of people but Genevieve Delacroix and Penelope. The concern and camaraderie they have for each other as truly the only working women (esp now that the Mondritch's have fully joined the ton) in the series and the conversation they had before Penelope's wedding was so fucking amazing.

[celestedoesarttm]

Unnamed Deorwine

[theaceineverycase]

For the ND ask game: 10, 19, 24.

Hope you have a zippy day! <3

10. Character you are most similar to

Hmm ... I really related to Xenia's talk about her mental issues (assuming that wasn't just a put-on). Of course I also feel a kinship with any of the Cool Old Lady archetypes, and there's been a good few of those!

19. Favourite ND soundtrack?

Oh lordy, how can I choose?? I think I might have to go with DDI, purely for the atmosphere, but I love them all ❤️

24. Most confusing plot

I think I'm one of the few who actually liked MED, but man oh man do I have zero clue what Sonny was up to for most of that story besides flirtation

[nurturesmind]

i think this goes without saying but. eloise cannot play the pianoforte to save her life

[hattersarts]

listen, the milf affair that is going to develop from bridgerton season 3 in like 15 years time is craaaaaazzzzyy.

gobsmacked by the eloise subtext of getting a lesbianbestfriend crush on your closest friend and finally working out by learning WHAT the feelings were that were happening to her when colin announced his and pen's engagement. shes gonna go to scotland and start having very messy situationships with women and then go travelling and each time she comes back to the ton shes going to be the very cool aunt to pen and colin's kids and work out how to get over childhood crush on pen and then pens going to kiss her and stuff is going to explode

[agenderhyde]

i gave Ellie a scar on her forehead in Sims b/c her dad once threw her down the stairs.

Flora was pregnant, didn't want to go to a special school, wanted to stay with her sister (needed to keep her safe from their dad)

Hamish was going to shove her before Ellie stepped in.

[myokk]

WAHHHHHHHHHHHH SHE TURNED OUT AMAZING🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

I know I already told you…but you can adopt her she’s yours😆💓 BECAUSE YOU CAPTURED HER PERFECTLY!!!

A wee little doodle surprise for @myokk of her lovely MC Eloise Babbit 💛🫶 Getting her all cozied up 🙂‍↕️🧣

This past week was...a lot. I can just feel all the heaviness so much, I could have just laid around crying all week 😭 I felt like I just HAD to start on my next piece and create something. I was struggling with everything I was trying to draw. And I couldn't help but notice some of that heaviness on here this week as well, so I finally had the clever idea to turn this into a little surprise. I hope you like it Maddy! 🥹🫶

Eloise was sooooo fun to draw omg. I was so eager to try to capture curly hair (officially canon) and her features and essence as a character 💛 AND I finally found a brush I like AND used it consistently 🤯 this was such a joy to create and I so look forward to doing more arrttttttt wooo! Even if it's just glorified doodles 🥹🫶💛 xxx

P.S. I hope you all know how flippin loved you are.

[infictionalwonderland]

Hiii, not sure if your requests are open so feel free to ignore this, but could you do Eloise Bridgerton with a fem! royal! reader who is completely smitten with Eloise and is very open about being a lesbian? And her family supports her (shes Queen Charlottes favorite niece)

(they are open! and absolutely i can do this for you babe x)

“She’s here!”

The Queen, your aunt, rolled her eyes fondly at you as you scuttled away hastily—a secret smile pulling at her lips at the sheer happiness on your face.

You waded through the mass of people in the ballroom, a smile practically stretching from ear to ear. Some turned to look and curled their lips in disgust at you, knowing very well who you were walking to. Others looked at the raw joy on your face and smiled with you.

You stopped a bit away from your girl and her family, taking the time to admire her. Her hair was in a ponytail of curls with two pulled out the side and her fringe framing her face—lips a soft ruby and skin sparkling under the light. She was dressed in a soft mint green dress, a delicate necklace adorning her neck and resting on her chest, her arms covered with long gloves.

(You were in love)

“Ah.” Daphne spoke first, as she saw you. Her lips curled into a secret smirk, clasping onto her husbands arm and hiding her face half behind his bicep to conceal herself.

Simon looked down at her fondly, eyes practically glimmering.

“Hello Bridgertons.” You beamed genuinely, all the family returning your expression with equal truth.

As you had done her, Eloise could not help but stare at you in awe. Your skin looked glowy and wonderfully soft under the lightening, your smile the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen—eyes squinted with the force of it. Your dress was otherworldly, although to her, anything you wore would be and she just wanted to run her fingers through your hair.

“How do you all find yourself fairing tonight?”

“Yes, yes, very good. Blah—blah.” Benedict immediately waved the question away with an easygoing smile, gently taking his sisters arm and pushing her towards you. “We know which Bridgerton you are truly here fo.” He rolled his eyes playfully.

Eloise flustered, unused to such attention but you smirked back at Benedict. The whole family watched with smiles on their faces as their stone cold Eloise who detested marriage and had no true belief in love, melted against you as you took her hand, staring at you with wonder in her eyes.

“I’m beginning to realise it was never love she loathed—“ Anthony mumbled to Kate at his side, “just men.”

“Yes, and who can fault her that?” Kate questioned, head tilted.

All smiles, you looped your arm through Eloise’s and the both of you gracefully walked off—well, you glided effortlessly, from years of training and Eloise’s steps were harsh and careless against the floor, an endearing sense of her own unique grace about her.

“How are you today, Miss Bridgerton?” You smiled at her cheekily, eyes twinkling in a way that immediately disarmed her.

“I—yes, I am quite well, thank you.” Eloise stumbled, a fluttering feeling settling deep within her stomach, heart spiking as she was unable to look away from your eyes. “And yourself, your—your grace?”

“I could be your grace if you would like.” You emphasised pointedly, a mischievously sweetened smile curving at lips. You snatched a flute of alcohol from a passing servers platter, daintily looking into the eyes of the woman you admired.

She gulped slightly, a charmed blush warming her skin.

“I’ve had a genial day so far, my lady.” You giggled softly. “Although it has become all the more enjoyable when graced with your wondrous presence.”

“I can say much the same for myself.” Eloise rushed out genuinely, a smile at her lips as your eyes sparkled in response. “I find being in your proximity a most precious experience.”

“Perhaps you should venture in closer,” you offered almost offhandedly, taking another sip from your flute as you observed her, “you discover that to be an even more precious time.”

Eloise laughed a tad too loudly, nerves escaping her, but—with a timid smirk curving into her plush mouth, she edged closer towards you.

“And?” You encouraged amusedly, smiling.

“I—Your presence is even more powerful from here.” She grinned crookedly, “perhaps a tad too powerful—“ she joked, moving to take a teasing few paces away.

Your gloved hand caught her own and you both breathed in sharper at the contact. Without taking your eyes from hers, you traced almost absently on the silk material and she shallowly breathed in, feeling the sensations of your touch as though they were against her bare skin.

“Stay close, please.” You simply stated, tugging her back towards you gently. “If you would like.”

“I would like very much.”

You raised an amused eyebrow at her immediate reply and she battled back embarrassment as she made direct eye contact you, unabashed in the truth of her words.

“Your Grace, you look enchanting tonight.” Eloise complimented truthfully, admiring you. “I am only disheartened I have to share this awe-inspiring view with others.”

“You could admire me further in private, if you simply ask to do so.” You shrugged, a smirk on your lips.

Eloise blinked innocently, narrowing her eyes (cutely) as she attempted to recognise the hidden meaning—your words and tone making her feel warm all over.

She was about to open her mouth to adhere to your request when another approached.

“Your Grace,” a well dressed man you did not know walked to you both, bowing to you deeply while staring. “Lady Bridgerton.” He shortly acknowledged.

“It is indeed a pleasure.” Eloise muttered with a tight, bitter smile as she stepped closer to you—feeling dismay at how this man was staring at you.

“Quite.” He agreed, still gazing at you. “It has come to my attentions that your dance card is still empty, Your Grace—“

“Is it?” You interrupted, tilting your head innocently. “Allow me.” You implored to him, holding you hand out for his quill that a man was required to bring, to scribe on a lady’s dance card.

He blinked, a smirk crawling to rest on his mouth as he wielded to you his quill. You took it and immediately turned to Eloise, who grinned crookedly at you when you extended your wrist to her with the man’s quill.

The gent sputtered and flailed usefully in your peripherals but you could frankly give less of a shirt—staring at Eloise as she gently clasped your wrist in her hand, writing hurriedly onto your dance card with a triumphant grin upon her lips.

Fuck. You wanted to kiss her.

“This—this is hardly—“

“Enough? I do quite agree.” You aunt announced as she made her rare appearance on the ballroom floor, glowering superiorly at this unknown man. “I will organise more dances for you and your beloved. Now, shoo, shoo.” She turned to you, ushering you to the floor as a new dance began, a secret wink shot at you.

You and Eloise clasped hands, running away and towards the rest of the couples, giggling like children as you left the treacherous man with your darling aunt.

“You are a marvel.” Eloise laughed out softly, cheeks burning with joy, eyes crinkled as you stood across from one another—curtsying to each other. “I could not have asked for a better partner—in well, everything.”

“Oh, El.” You beamed, an enamoured giggle leaving your throat. “Believe me, it is I who is the lucky one.”

“Rubbish.” She rolled her eyes playfully, “never had I envisioned, even in my wildest fantasies, that—that I could. . would feel this way for another. But, you have invoked such—such emotion in me, it is almost a miracle.” Eloise laughed sheepishly. “You are not only angel in beauty and mind alike, you are also a miracle worker. . Are you not simply all a woman could ever want?”

“If you insist, Lady Bridgerton—“ You grinned widely, shrugging playfully at her.

You both laughed together, garnering sneers and smiles alike, although none of it was noticed. Lost in your own little bubble, hearts and butterflies practically fluttering around the pair of you.

In a spur of the moment, you decided to break from the traditional dance, pulling Eloise impossibly close to you before twirling her out—her dress billowing: she yelped in shock before you were both laughing giddily, others on the dance floor stumbling in bewilderment.

All eyes were on you both but you could not care, did not notice. You spun Eloise around before twirling her back to your front, swinging her playfully as she laughed loudly and you grinned uncontrollably down at her.

The sudden lack of chatter caused your shared laughter to slowly die out, looking about only to realise all eyes were on you both.

People blinked owlishly at the pair of you and you could feel Eloise begin to tense defensively before a sharp whistling erupted—followed by whoops and claps.

Everyone turned to see Benedict, fingers to his lips as he whistled uproariously. Kate was whooping and cheering happily, smiling ear to ear and Anthony, arm around her waist, was following her lead. Violet was politely clapping, a barely noticeable sheen of happy tears at her eyes at seeing her daughter to happy—Lady Danbury at her side, was applauding wholeheartedly as well. Colin was grinning, cheering—Penelope at his side was similarly expressing. Daphne and Simon were clapping loudly: The Queen, back on her platform, was engaging in a secret applause of her own, concealing her smile with Brimsley at her back doing the same.

Eloise and You blinked.

“Yes, yes!” Eloise snapped over the cheering, concealing her own smile and touched emotions. “We are quite besotted, thank you all for noticing, if you could return to your prior engagements that would sincerely appreciated.” She shouted, glaring at everyone.

The people of the ton twitched and blinked and fumbled in fear of the Bridgerton girl, returning to what they were doing—some sneaking looks back at you both.

When Eloise turned back to you in a pouty huff, you were beaming at her, mischief in your eyes.

“Besotted—?”

“Shut up!”

As your combined laughs echoed beautifully once again, all the Bridgertons and their extended family traded genuine smiles.

Their Eloise was incredibly happy, so it seemed: as were you.

[newtonbridgerton]

cressida practicing writing by putting all her thoughts into unsent letters to eloise

all her feelings of betrayal and inadequacy and yearning and loneliness

and then her aunt jo finds all these sealed letters and mails them off trying to be helpful and then cressida is losing her mind when she cant find them

meanwhile eloise has just received several months worth of mail all at once to a rainy secluded castle in scotland