#benedict 001

[narilily]

WHO: Nari & @beck-hartman

WHERE: Halloween Masquerade

WHEN: October 28, 2023

As someone who lived, breathed, and loved fashion, this was like Christmas: people wearing beautiful outfits that they had put so, so much thought into, and really making them special in their own way. And Nari, she was just happy to be around them all. Holding her skirt up as she stepped carefully through the already dewy grass into the garden, she started down one of the paths, looking up when she realized someone was heading in the same direction. "Don't mind a little bit of company, do you?"

[joshlane]

WHO: Josh & @beck-hartman

WHERE: Railway 5K

WHEN: November 18, 2023

"Looking forward to this?" Josh asked as he looked over to the person next to him, recognizing Benedict Hartman easily. "I feel like no matter how early I start to prepare, it always sneaks up on me, every year," he laughed, stretching one arm across his chest, and then the other, letting out a relaxed breath. "But I think it's going to be a good run this year."

[jaceeverett]

"I was thinking less adventure, more picking up a ph--" he cut himself off and let out a laugh, "well, maybe google the phone number of the bee keeper. I don't really know if there even are phone books anymore," not the way there had been when he was a kid and needed to look up a number. Although if any town was going to have phone books laying around… it probably would be Merrock, with that small town mentality and all. "I actually probably do have access to bee keepers in the visitor's center," he nodded. "I haven't had to deal with any rogue bees nests yet this year." And hopefully, he didn't have to any time soon, either. "Tell me about it," he narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. Twenty years away meant a lot of the town he knew like the back of his hand just wasn't the same anymore.

"It's kind of frustrating when you know you have a good idea, and you just need people to listen to you, isn't it? Especially someone with your genius, of course," he conceded with a teasing smile. But Beck did have some good thoughts on the world. Jason thought that anyone with half of a brain would agree with him, at least if they knew what was good for them. "Does it, though? Or does the delusion just make it hurt worse when we realize how wrong we were?" Jason tilted his head back with a laugh, then, shaking his head, "you know, I'll take it. I'm embracing forty."

"So adventure to find a beekeeper?" He suggested, which sounded way more fun than figuring out how to just Google it without seeing weird, kinky bee shit or actual science. "I wish we had someone who worked out in nature all day, I bet he'd have a connection," he teased because he had to, it was low hanging fruit. Even though he'd just got back, it was so tempting to just grab a bag and go. He'd only scratched the surface of the world, but like Jace said, timing. He had plenty of it. "Yeah, guess so. It has been nice to see everything and everyone again, there's even been some changes which is cool," he agreed, even if he still would head out tomorrow for another trip, he did plan on coming back. Even ships had anchors and harbours.

"People really should listen to me more, I've got some good ideas," he joked because if you didn't laugh about it, it was just kinda sad. The right thing was usually pretty easy, especially when it came to how to treat people. "Keep it positive and it hurts less when they kill us," he laughed. Making a face, he thought about it for a moment, "that's a 40 year old response instead of an 80 year old, so take that if you want it."

[lionprotected]

@benedictmd

it  felt  like  each  day  was  getting  longer,  each  shift  more  tiresome  than  the  one  before,  less  &  less  time  spent  at  home  with  his  son,  more  &  more  time  at  work  -  or  out  on  that  piece  of  shit  bike  that  broke  down  more  often  than  not,  dragging  back  some  poor  sod  taken  out  of  their  time  &  dumped  into  the  modern  beauty  they  called  theirs.  he  wasn't  meant  to  work  this  weekend,  he  was  meant  to  be  home.  with  his  heat  coming  up  -  he'd  felt  it  eat  away  at  him  all  week,  he  really  shouldn't  be  out  on  his  bike  right  now.  at  least  outside  of  the  barrier,  humans  wouldn't  smell  him.  the  only  goddamn  upside.  he  just  hoped  the  person  he  was  meant  to  find  wasn't  that  kind.  he  didn't  really  want  to  be  dealing  with  an  alpha  when  he  felt  irritated  to  begin  with.

it  was  sunday  when  he  got  to  the  location,  fucking  sunday.  elias  told  him  he's  a  day  out  …tops.  make  that  3  fucking  days  instead.  none  of  that  helped  his  mood,  really,  so  when  he  got  to  the  abandoned  barn  elias  told  him  was  where  the  marker  had  been  most  for  the  past  week…  his  mood  was  …sour  at  best.  some  may  even  say  foul.  no,  it  wasn't  his  heat  influencing  his  mood.  he  was  just  ..  pissed  off.  gun  out,  because  last  time  he  got  fucking  jumped  by  a  wolf,  he  neared  the  place,  steps  slow  &  careful.  "hey,  you  in  there?  i  know  you're  probably  confused  an'  …  maybe  even  scared…"  fuck,  why  did  it  smell  like  alpha?  no  fucking  way.  just  his  goddamn  luck.  "i'm  here  to  help,  alright?  you  speak  english?"

[himbovillains]

why do i feel like i've missed something?

whatever colin had brought back from his latest travels, it’s bloody good. he doesn’t think that he’s ever felt so relaxed in his life, and that’s saying something, given the amount of disquiet that had been thrumming through his mind as of late. he’d called it hashish but benedict couldn’t care less about the name. he'll no doubt have forgotten it by the time that morning rolls around. all he cares about is the way that he feels right now and it is... incredible.

colin has long since abandoned him in favour of going inside, leaving benedict laying alone in the dewy grass, watching the stars pass overhead. he hears eloise’s voice before he sees her and his head tilts backwards to look at her. viewing her upside-down makes him want to laugh. his eyes play tricks on him in the dark and make her look like she's an oil painting that's beginning to melt. but he holds it together and just grins widely at her instead. ‘ hello, sister. ’ he offers her the cigarette, which has been smouldering between his fingers. ‘ a gift from faraway shores. i believe, now that you are eighteen, imbibing such a gift should be allowed. ’ // @nurturesmind

[loregoddess]

001 Wrightworth and 002 your girl Anna Pascal from TriStrat!

wrightworth (the most ship duo of all AA):

when I started shipping it if I did: I guess after I watched the first game? No that's not quite right, more like after I finished watching the second game. I was like, "Ah, I understand why this is a popular ship now" after the first and then was like, "Yeah this tracks" after the second.

my thoughts: Wholesome ship, I totally get the appeal (the ship's actually a QPR in my fleet, but I'm not bothered by others shipping romantic wrightworth at all)

What makes me happy about them: I dunno, the dynamic works so well. Phoenix and Edgeworth saved each other, they believe in each other, they're always there for each other--they're just a feel good sort of duo for me.

What makes me sad about them: Nothing really? I mean, sure the entirety of the second game is a low point in their relationship, but it's also so interesting from a writing perspective because like, these two would not have gone into the future games with the bond of trust they eventually come to share w/out the events of the second game so like *gestures wildly*. I know a lot of fans headcanon/theorize that the time between 3 and 4 was also a rougher time (although I have my own set of headcanons/theories about this blank timeframe), but again, there's something about weathering the tough times together and coming out stronger that I enjoy seeing in any sort of fictional relationship arcs.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: Hmm, I don't think I have really any other ships for either of them outside of the main one. They have great platonic dynamics with a lot of characters, but nothing that my brain goes "ah, a QPR or romantic relationship!" about

My happily ever after for them: Retired, living together, supporting Trucy's career, tending a nice small house and rewatching Steel Samurai while giving advice to the younger lawyers in their spare time. Probably show up to guest lecture at Themis more often than not, do mock trials for the students there.

who is the big spoon/little spoon: They take turns, but Phoenix likes being the big spoon more often than not.

what is their favorite non-sexual activity: Binge-watching Steel Samurai, Edgeworth critiquing the spinoffs while Phoenix plays devil's advocate as a joke, although probably they have little mock court battles for the silliest things. I headcanon Phoenix as an ex-theater/vis. arts double major and Edgeworth had a "formal" upbringing, so sometimes they go to galleries or live theater performances too (silly little discussions about the art/shows they see like, ALL the time).

Anna Pascal (my girl...):

How I feel about this character: Love her, love her, lover her. My MVP who was first to hit the lv. 30 cap bc I used her so often in battle, but also just one of my overall favorite characters in the story.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Uhhhh..................actually no one, now that I'm thinking about it? I know Milo x Anna is somewhat popular (as popular as can be in a teeny tiny fandom like TriStrat), but I see them more as enemies to weird coworkers. Although when I realized that both Anna and Avlora were orphaned by the same war, part of my brain wondered what it would be like if they talked/interacted and stuff, and that sort of "what if they talked" question once led to a crackship for a different game, so who knows. If my TriStrat obsession comes back maybe Anna x Avlora will turn from a "wonder what would happen..." to full "welp, guess I have a weird ship now"

My non-romantic OTP for this character: I think Anna has a good relationship with all or most of the House Wolffort people. Obviously her weird familial relationship with Benedict is of endless fascination to me, and I think she has something of a familial relationship with Erador and Archibald as well. I think she gets along very well with Serenoa (and eventually Frederica and Geela) too. Weird coworker with Milo, but the two eventually become weird friends. Accidental mentor figure to Trish and Rudolph and is so confused by this. Accidental parental figure to Decimal. Accidental older familial figure to Quahuag, and he still visits her even after being reunited with his mom. Not entirely sure how she ended up with the giant found family, but isn't complaining.

My unpopular opinion about this character: Honestly I dunno if I have any? Small fandoms sometimes mean there is no "wildly popular" opinions or headcanons to actually go against, because everyone is doing their own thing while also being respectful of their fellow fans, and that's how the TriStrat fandom feels on this site at least.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I want to see Anna's conversation with Benedict after her second character story so badly (I still have not played/watched the extra story that got released, so for all I know she does talk with Benedict finally, but until I do play the extra story I'm to sit here and wonder about her weird and wild familial situation in silence).

my OTP: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

a headcanon: I think Anna is very good with children, and probably helped take care of all the kids Serenoa took in during the war. Wildly popular with all the kids in the Wolffort demense. Acted as something of a babysitter, sort of older sister figure to Serenoa as he was growing up. Is a bit baffled by the fact that even teens who are Going Through It (re: Trish and Ridolph) gravitate towards her and think she's cool. Also, I think she got the scar on her face falling out of a tree when she was a kid, but refuses to tell anyone who doesn't already know about the scar's origin, because she knows it makes her look more intimidating and she wants that edge as the official Wolffort spy. Also, also bc I actually have a lot of headcanons, I also think she gets mistaken as younger than she is like, constantly. Partly because she is Very Short, and partly because she has the "age well" genetics. Milo simply did not believe they were almost the same age when Anna finally told her, and it took everyone who knew Anna when she was a kid to confirm that she is in fact in her early 30s. Trish and Rudolph switched from "oh, we're the same" to "holy shit, teach us your ways" as soon as they figured out Anna was not an older teen or early 20s-adult, which was slightly better than the two of them thinking Anna was also a delinquent since they respect her even more now, but she's still a bit ?? about the development.

[deathswcrn]

The bandage pulls tight around her wound and she hisses lightly at the sudden tug - but when she realises why and the shit tumbles out of his mouth, she gets a sort of wolfish grin on her face. When he refuses to repeat exactly what she said, it turns down-right predatory - she's spotted a target for her nonsense, a flustered noble not quite used to how crass she can be, how much she curses, how positively filthy her mouth can be.

"Oh, come on, Benedict," she says, her voice almost a low purr. "You can say it. With your full chest." She pokes it demonstratively. "I saved your life. Owe me. Come on." And no, she won't push him too far - she knows some people have limits and that word she uses with abandon is a step over the line for some. But she wants to tease him. And so she keeps cajoling him.

Yes, she's forgotten her offer to teach him already, but she doesn't exactly care. They'll circle back around to it, and Benedict's threat to face their enemies armed with only a paintbrush. With more teasing. Because she's nothing if not thoroughly herself.

@deathswcrn continued.

He was smart when it came to art and having an ability to make the best out of a bad situation, but as far as fighting and handling a sword went... he lacked severely in that. Nobody had ever taught him nor given him the chance, there had been no need with guards in every corner of their home protecting them. No, he'd grown up well protected with absolutely no need until he'd decided to leave. Admittedly he hadn't thought it through all that well, but he had brought a sword which he could just about swing in the right direction - he'd just been lucky enough to not have to use it. At least up until he had and Breina had been the one to step in and save his life. Tending to her wounds was the least he could do.

He concentrates on patting the wound down with the alcohol to clean it and then he's pulling apart an old shirt to use as a bandage to wrap it around her arm securely. He's tying it slowly up until she says that and catches him by surprise, as a result he tugs a little too tight around her arm. " Shit, sorry! " He's not innocent by any means, far from it, especially not since he left home but he'd never expected that to come out of his mouth.

" You lost me at c - things being ripped. " His brow raised and he loosened the bandage, retying it just a little looser this time. " I would have more luck using a paint brush as a sword, only it just might... tickle. " He shrugged. Ben knew he needed to learn to fight, he couldn't expect them to protect him forever. " I would appreciate it if you have the time, you may need plenty. "

[aesthetics-for-harry-potter]

Moodboard of a Ravenclaw potions professor.

Face-claim: Benedict Cumberbatch.

Requested by: @001-side​

[genlites]

Czar Number: 000

Don't lose contact; our details are here.

Adissa Claudia #001

Contact: bit.ly/CzarAdis

Cassandra Lynn #002

Contact: bit.ly/CzarCassie

Noah Ezekiel #003

Contact: bit.ly/CzarNoah

Enzo Benedict #004

Contact: bit.ly/CzarJojo

[moonsample]

𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄 private, highly selective multimuse blog feat. primarily fantasy based characters from various media ( incl. deathless, dragon age, stardust, bridgerton, myths & more ). studying the concepts of: crossing the axis mundi, living in a subjective fantasy, demystifying our legends, resigning to the call, prohibitions bound to be violated, the war after the war & being dead from the beginning. as written by caliope ( she/her 21+ pst )

✧ carrd ✧ prompts ✧ affiliated with:

✧ 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒

001. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Ut enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exercitation ullamco 002. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Ut enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exercitation ullamco 003. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Ut enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exercitation ullamco

✧ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

literary / film / television

✧ madame lebedeva , deathless & slavic folklore ✧ loid forger (twilight) , spy x family ✧ benedict bridgerton , bridgerton ✧ yvaine , stardust

literary / film / television

✧ madame lebedeva , deathless & slavic folklore ✧ loid forger (twilight) , spy x family ✧ benedict bridgerton , bridgerton ✧ yvaine , stardust

[mvvnlit]

he wasn't sure what had set him off, one moment he had been browsing the wares on offer in one of the stores when he had suddenly felt an overwhelming need to escape. it was well known that the reeves family worked in protection and it would not look good for the eldest reeves child to be seen reacting this way to a simple crowded shop. he excused himself with a polite smile, fidgeting with his signet ring as he exited, the streets were still crowded, but the cool air helped, and to maintain the guise of nothing being wrong, ben grabbed a newspaper and pretended to read it as he calmed himself down. "pardon?" a voice breaking him from his thoughts, a welcome distraction. "oh you wouldn't like your teapot to give you all the gossip from the kitchen? how there are certain glasses that are just so wine-y." he joked, folding the paper under his arm and turning his full attention to the young lady. "well welcome back to london lady amrose, lord benedict reeves at your service. how are you finding your return to our fair city?"

open starter / on the street

as soon as she arrived in england with her mother, she felt more alive than she had done in years. she felt invigorated by the thought of wiping the slate clean. this time marigold was determined not to get caught in her mother's spiderweb of shallow friendships that would rise or perish with social status. but where to start? it was easier to strike up a conversation at a ball. mari saw a figure standing close by, they were skimming the front page of the daily prophet and she decided to seize her chance. "a talking teapot?" she chirped up, a bright smile on her lips. "oh dear, the muggle must have gotten quite the fright — even i would!" it was not the most elegant way to strike up a conversation, but it had managed to catch their attention. "you know, i do not believe our paths have crossed yet. my mother and i only recently returned to london. i'm marigold ambrose, daughter of the duchess." she remembered to add that part now since she had been met with confusion before.

[goatsghost]

okay so far we’ve got 001:

number two:

numbuh 3:

four:

five hargreeves:

and eleven:

how many number names are there ?

[himbovillains]

        —- BENEDICT gets attention from ANTHONY -— sent from this meme (x)

when benedict enters his room, he would be absolutely forgiven for thinking that a thief had broken in. the window is wide open, cold air filtering in and fluttering the ornate curtains that decorate the opening. and sat, on his bed, is an unusually out-of-sorts anthony, who looks up at his younger brother through a fallen fringe and long lashes.    ‘ i didn’t know where else to go. ’    the slur that tinges his words is unmistakeable, tarring them with the brush of inebriation and lending anthony the air of a man who is very much drunk.

[bettys-redwinesupernova]

Hey everyone! My name is Delilah! I’m so glad you’re here and have decided to check out my blog!

Here’s a little bit about me for you all to know!

I’m twenty-years-old.

My pronouns are she/her.

My fic reblog/recommendation page is @delilah-recommends !

I’m not new to Tumblr or the Stranger Things and Criminal Minds fandoms, this is just a new account because I haven’t been on here since I was sixteen which was a very embarrassing time XD.

I’ve been a huge Criminal Minds fan for years, and started watching the show when I was eleven (shocking, I know right. No wonder why I’m so traumatised lol). I’ve also been a massive fan of Stranger Things since the show premiered! And I have been resurrected to Tumblr because of Mr Eddie Munson (in my defence, Joe Quinn is beautiful).

My blog is not 18+. However, if I write anything smutty or anything that is remotely NSFW then I ask minors not to interact with those posts and block the tag ( #delilah.nsfw ).

You can call me by any nicknames (preferably no masculine ones, ‘sir’ etc), and you are always welcome to drop me a dm if you want to talk about anything too! I’m a really friendly person, I promise!

I am a major Swiftie, so there will be a lot of Taylor Swift references in my works XD.

I’m a part of some other fandoms, so don’t hesitate to drop an ask if you want to know them, or even if you want to get to know me! I love making new friends!

I will not tolerate any hate, bullying, racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia, xenophobia etc! Treat People With Kindness!

I am British, so any scheduled posts will be in GMT (the british time zone!). And I also apologise for any inaccuracies in fics set in other countries, don’t hesitate to drop me an inbox to fix anything!

Here is the Masterlist of all of my works and any of my non-fic posts which are my favourite!

Everything will be organised in chronological order, from oldest to newest!

Requests are currently open!

I can’t ensure that they will be completed quickly, due to me being in full-time education as well as having my own personal mental health struggles (which I’m on medication for!). But, I will try my best to get them written as quickly as possible!

Who I currently write for:

- Eddie Munson ( + Joseph Quinn )

- 001/Peter Ballard ( + Jamie Campbell Bower )

- Steve Harrington ( + Joe Keery )

- Spencer Reid ( + Matthew Gray Gubler )

- Benedict Bridgerton

- Anthony Bridgerton

- Robin Buckley ( + Maya Hawke )

[jaceeverett]

"Nope," he shook his head, as though delivering sad, sad news to Beck that was probably going to ruin his entire evening. And honestly, maybe it would -- if he was worried about whether or not someone was going to hold doors open for him. At football games. He scoffed when he was told that elbowing the younger man wouldn't be gentlemanly, because of course not, but he didn't have much self control. "The kids?" he winced, pressing a hand to his chest, as though mortally wounded. "Nah, honestly I figured Cordelia and Cage would be here -- I'm right -- and a bunch of my old friends from high school -- also right -- so it felt like the fun thing to do," the thing everyone did in a small town. "So, fountain of youth grease, in other words?"

"No, no, I like it, are you going to open the door for me at the end of the night? This is nice, I'm not usually on the receiving end," Beck joked, even if there was no door to open, he got here on his bike. It was the principle of the thing. "Don't ruin the moment, that's not very gentlemanly." He had to chuckle at Jace's not a lot, this dude really needed to get out more. "Hang with the kids? Alright!" And that kind of comment was exactly why he would have gotten elbowed. "Oh, yeah, same grease. It's our parents' grease, our grandparents' even, probably. So old it's good for you again. Cycle of life."

[hazelinhell]

🍷 "of course i find you at the bar." + @princebenedict

Um dia exaustivo, pedia por uma noite regada a bebida. Este era um dos mecanismos de Hazel para aliviar o estrese, o outro era algo mais privado e seleto. Ouvira falar que o bar reservado de Illéa tinha um dos melhores vinhos, e como uma boa italiana, ela não poderia deixar de testar a veracidade daquela informação.

O cair da noite foi o sinal que esperava para começar suas atividades. Adentrou ao local, observando tudo, da estrutura aos itens decorativos, quando seus olhos bateram no jovem príncipe de Illéa. Bingo! Além de uma noite tranquila, ainda sairia na vantagem de aumentar seu contato com a família real. "é claro que eu o encontraria aqui, alteza" aproximou-se do jovem, com um sorriso largo nos lábios. Não era o exemplo de simpatia, mas sabia como se apresentar "pode ser muita ousadia da minha parte, mas se importa?" perguntou, fazendo o sinal com a mão indicando que sentaria ao lado dele