#but ive got to start somewhere lol

[mskatesharma]

bet you i’ll see stars

Anthony Bridgerton can't help but find himself lost in his wife's eyes (set post season two)

(Trying to get back into it with something short but (hopefully) sweet)

To say that Anthony Bridgerton is somewhat beholden to his wife’s eyes would be a shameful understating of the fact.

There are a number of words he could deploy in description of them; beautiful, enthralling, brilliant, mesmerising, depthless, heartbreaking, breathtaking, and yet still, somehow, every word feels inadequate; less than and incapable of truly conveying the full weight of emotion he feels whenever he is lucky enough to catch his wife’s gaze.

Her eyes can tell a hundred thousand different stories; loving and soothing ones, playful and teasing ones, passionate and vexing ones, desperate and heartbreaking ones, and Anthony wants to know every single one she has to tell.

  the rest ✨here✨ or

He knows it is one of the greatest gifts she could ever give him, that anyone could ever give him; to know her so intimately when she has guarded herself from most others. It is a gift that he is not worthy of, he knows this, but it is one he promises to be grateful of everyday, in the hope that one day, maybe, he will be able to prove that he is.

Which is why, he is sure, it is more than understandable that he is often rendered a gawking simpering fool by them. The latest instance, for example, is one gloriously sunny afternoon in September.

It is the Tuesday after their wedding, and with their family having departed for London the day before to leave the newlyweds in peace for a few days, the afternoon finds Anthony and his bride on the lawn of Aubrey Hall; a picnic blanket beneath them and the remnants of a simple lunch spread packed away in the basket provided by Mrs Anderton. It is bright, but not uncomfortably hot; Anthony’s jacket is long forgotten and his sleeves rolled up, and the warming sun on his skin is pleasant to the point of satisfaction.

It is, however, the weight of the resting head on his chest that brings him the most contentment, his wife, his soulmate; his Kate.

Her hair is loose, a fact from which he takes an inordinate amount of joy from; unbound and wild, freely available for Anthony to run his hand through the silky tresses whenever the impulse takes him, and he longs for her to never have to tie them away. Of course, her hair had not started the day like that; Kate had fashioned a plait before they had taken a ride together, only when they had stopped to let their horses rest, Anthony could not help but undo the ribbon she had used to secure the braid.

Of course, his wife’s hair had not been the only thing he had undone, and their horses had ended up resting for longer than expected, but Anthony finds he cannot conjure the necessary guilt for the unplanned delay, or any tangles his wife’s hair may have endured, especially when their interlude had resulted in a tangle of the most pleasurable kind.

They had dallied on their way back to the house, letting the horses meander between the patches of wildflowers and all the other pretty distractions on the grounds. It continued to be a marvel, truly, to simply enjoy the ride without having to consider what awaited them at its conclusion, and it is a marvel that Anthony knows both he and Kate will never take for granted.

It is why he was so eager for them to take an extended honeymoon; insistent, in fact.

He recalls the way the sun had reflected in his wife’s eyes, already alight with a mischievousness that he has come to know will mean she is about to leave him in her horse’s dust, laughter following behind that he is hopeless to in chasing, and he can’t help but have trouble recalling what exactly it was he had been afraid of when he met her; and before that even.

He’s broken from his thoughts when he hears Kate sigh as she doses on him, stirring a little when Anthony’s hand resumes its massage of her scalp, yet her body somehow relaxes even further into him.

He wishes he could lose himself in this feeling for eternity.

His hand slips from Kate’s head when she tilts it, his gaze meeting her sleepy one, and he curses the way his breath catches.

Is it to always be this way?

“Hmmmm.” She murmurs, but her eyes close and do not reopen, a deep inhale against his chest, her head resting a little heavier than it had been a moment ago. He is glad, for it gives him a moment to trace over those features that have been etching themselves into his soul from the moment their eyes first met at a distance; only now he is able to observe up close and without reproach. It has quickly become a favourite pastime; his eyes cataloguing the smooth skin, those high cheekbones and sharp jawline, the pouty lips and the tiny beauty marks that he has taken to counting anytime the urge to kiss them all overcomes him.

(It’s an urge he finds himself giving into more and more, especially since their wedding. But now that they are married, he reasons he does not need to restrain himself, Except, perhaps, when it comes to counting those beauty spots that should usually be hidden by clothing.)

The hand resting on his stomach moves towards his chest, the fabric caught between clenching fingers, and it is the only warning he has before he is greeted by the most devastating eyes he has ever come across.

He often feels underprepared; almost as though no matter how many times he sees those golden brown orbs, they will never not steal his breath, and now is no exception with them still dream-soaked and sleep-dazed with the light from the sun caught most beautifully.

He perhaps thinks he should be getting used to seeing her like this; face open and trusting, eyes chasing the sleepiness that clings to her mind, everything about her making his heart ache, and yet, he knows he never will.

He hopes he never will.

Those eyes meet his, and they crinkle in a smile, as though she knows every exact thought that passes through his mind.

In fact, she most likely does.

He tries to move his lips in speech, wanting to somehow explain the joy that swells in his chest at this moment, just like every other time he thinks about or sees her. But he can make no words, for they are trapped in his heart; too big yet not big enough to describe the enormity of just what this quiet moment means to him.

“I…”

She shushes him as she manoeuvres herself closer to him, a grin barely suppressed as her face hovers just above his. “I know; I feel it too.” Her voice is a whisper, so as to not disturb the late summer haze around them.

He feels his mouth curve gently as his skin warms under her love, and the last thing he sees before he’s overtaken by Kate once again as she leans down to kiss him, are her sunlit eyes shining with adoration, and he makes sure to store it away with the other tales he’s already collected.

[amygdalae]

had a dream last night i was lost wandering the streets of a big city at night and i was cold so i walked into the nearest open store and it was a sex shop but half of the store had several displays of just leather jackets and pants. i wanted it to be real so bad

[girl-bateman]

I always say I'm cursed as a joke but LITERALLY I was the only one in my family who inherited "the gift" from my mothers side. Spoiler alert, the gift is NOT a gift, instead its sometimes hearing a bunch of dead people yell at me and wake me up from sleep 😐

[synthville]

questions about seven and raffi that i need this episode to acknowledge and/or answer include ‘are they together?’ and ‘literally why are they acting like they never met let alone got engaged in 21st century france at the edge of a crumbling chateau’ and ‘it’s been 2 whole episodes why haven’t they mentioned each other at all like is this a deep cover kind of thing or did y’all (writers etc) give up on their relationship because y’all were never legitimately invested in the first place🧐’ and ‘seriously what is going on with these two there hasn’t been one meaningful or offhanded mention about their relationship status and is the silence on the issue meant to be an answer because if so i hate it’ and ‘do y’all (writers etc) know that stable relationships are actually not boring or illegal like you can just write that and no one will arrest you it’s fine’ and ‘did seven get to see raffi in her sexy spy get up before they parted ways because i think she would love it as much as or even possibly more than me (known raffi enjoyer)’ and and and—

[phagodyke]

omg.... my new nearest audiology department actually has an EMAIL TO CONTACT!!!!!!! we're so fucking back baby

[ei-mugi]

my main hurdle with my dcaf fic is my depression but my 2nd task-related hurdle is not knowing what eichi should be doing at my ambiguous and butchered chosen place in time--- nvm see the notes

[onepiexe]

arrived at plant place b4 they open lol

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[dotsunflowers]

should i try to reconnect with a former friend? context below the cut

basically we met related to fandom things. but like with any fandom friends ive ever had, while we started at the same place (no concerts) we had different goals (i will only go to local concerts, will mask, can't do standing section, can't queue overnight etc; she wanted to go to all the concerts, be in the pit, queue overnight, all the adventures)

there was a separate event which ended up being a big symptom trigger for me. in addition to feeling distant from everyone else at the event because my fandomness was different from theirs, i also had embarrassing physical symptoms i couldn't control or explain that left me feeling more distant and just badTM overall.

she also found a partner at that event. happy for her, genuinely. but i was in a bad and embarrassed mindset after everything that happened with my body, and therefore tended towards distance (and reeling over my internalised ableism lol), while she was also being more distant, because she had a new, better, also fandom-connected person in her life. and its not like we were close close friends before. we were early stage friends. and that was the start of the drifting.

after that she (and partner) would invite me to events, but generally only bc it was events the partner was hosting and needed people to attend. i don't generally do well at big events anyway, and was at low capacity just generally. i did invite her for one just us friends hangout after which was... just okay. i felt a disconnect, but idk if that was just me. i was sick on the day of her birthday later that year, and so didn't attend.

for various separate reasons, i was in an increasingly bad place thereafter and didn't have the capacity to try reconnecting. but now? maybe in the new year? i'm also aware i need more friends and community in my life. do i need to start from scratch? december is too hectic, but i still have the present i got for her birthday one (or two?) years ago (one. i think it was just one. technically one and a half years now. it feels like ages). do i contact her in january to give it to her?

[brainrotzora]

recent ffxiv livetweeting. spoilers through the end of arr patch quests btw.

[orcelito]

I'm tired of the mood swings man like wtf is my problem

[burger-louise]

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[pheadrus]

i got into a masters course !! it’s like my third choice but it is so soon after sending my applications in and it means i’m going somewhere and i am so fucking relieved and excited !!!!

[dexaroth]

looong post about missing using backpacks and high-school experiences and personal feelings on the general 'busy/executive' look from carrying luggage and stuff. idk lots of thoughts here to summarize

theres this one hole that being done with high-school left me that's just. having a place to go. being busy, sort of..

having a backpack full of trinkets and your pencil case filled with clips and highlighters. or the rare bunches of printing and colored paper for the art projects or those mathematical rulers you used 3 times the whole year

and most importantly.. the feeling of being a Guy who has Places to go. look at all this luggage! the amount of things I need that goes beyond a simple bag! quite the work eh?

of course half of that perception is just 'wow! executive adult with responsibilities!' but not entirely, there are definitely tasks that require a lot of gear and stuff. filming crews, folks with laptops etc. and then there's the elusive Guy with a Big Bag With Wheels. thats the peak of the ideal

as with everything in my life specifically it all circles back to being disabled and having to stay at home bc I literally am not capable of physically doing anything even remotely close to what the generic student/employed person does and I think that helps a lot to the kind of romanticized view I have of this sorta thing

in a good day a majority of people would rather not have to carry and worry about a pack full of stuff or having to carry the weight of a computer and then some. but it's not that bad if you like/love what you're doing even if it requires those things yknow?

every year of high-school, even if it was the worst experience of my life that degraded me mentally physically and made me so fucked I had to cut myself in between or during classes.. I still looked up to the starting week and the feeling of a kind of new beginning. and packing everything to be super ready to whatever was to come like I was about to spend a month in the wild or climb a mountain

camping and stuff is another kind of 'look at all this shit we're packing and gadgets we have to make fire or little lanterns or makeshift homes (tents) that we have' and its just. holy shit man you sure are busy with a lot of stuff to do huh. and you've got the money to buy it all and friends to enjoy it with you. and you're going to the woods for fun and not to run away from your life because everything sucks. you've got your life all figured out! if only I could also match this unrealistic utopic vision that's sold in every sleeping bag package lol! 🙃

and the rest of this romanticized view also extends a bit to gender and self esteem in a way

of course I, a disabled person, would love to be a person that Can go places and even Has places to go and is important enough to have a complex task that needs all that luggage. and looks like a guy. maybe even a fancy guy with fancy bags and fancy clothing. it's all very important, being all that! unlike being a nobody that has to ask for a seat bc he can't stand for 2 minutes without crumpling like a wet sock because of his fucked up spine and spaghetti muscles

everybody looks up to someone who has something that they don't and wish they had or were like.. and I'm so miserable I just wish I mattered enough to be that average guy crossing the street with his bag on his shoulder. and it just so happens that's asking too much of life in my case

[starshipdecay]

Toon Zelda redesigns! I've never been fond of the Toon Zelda design, and these girls deserve some individuality. Design notes and rambles below the cut :D

(time to turn the proper grammar off i aint capitalizing all this. warning: i am verbose)

first up, tmc zelda!

shes the one most like toon zelda, since i felt like the vibes fit the *most* (though not a lot). also, with her place on the timeline, i could justify a lot of bits, like the wings and the cape

the cape! obvs it comes from the toon zelda base design, but also it involves skyloftian fashion! i take the timeline as a challenge, and i once saw a take somewhere that the skyloftians all wear their family crests (most often birds lol) on their person. zelda here (and link too) do just that, wearing their family crests on little caplets. on the back is, of course the royal crest

i went very cutesy princess for her. tmc has such a *whimsical* vibe that i feel is very. muted? by the fact its stuck with the toon style. so i wanted to put in that vibe here. also her sprites make it look like her skirt is super poofy, so how could i not?

curly hair: i wanted something interesting, and most zeldas have straight hair. so! adds to the cuteness

i didnt draw it so well but she (and link) both have very sleepy expressions. zelda especially just has a sleepy expression in her sprite, its quite adorable.

shes not as decked out as other princesses, cuz i see tmc taking place before the royal family really starts to get *royal* as we see it. shes still of course got a tiara and some embroidery tho.

Tetra! her base design isnt all that changed from the original. her name is a fun hc of mine tho. i think "von Hyrule" sounds better as a surname than just "hyrule". shes not zelda, but shes still a descendant.

(WW) princess z (as i call her)

I went more oot zelda vibes for her, since she would be closer, temporally, to oot. i also went very warm, since ive never seen the flood as a *warm* endeavor.

shes got the shoulder danglies, as most zeldas have shoulder armor of some kind. the danglies instead of actual armor are supposed to kind of evoke a royal sea captain kind of vibe.

shes ghostly, with a fish-eyed stare. shes been dead and gone for a long time. shes also a bit taller and a few years older than tetra (as of ww). shes just some spectre the king saw in tetra, not at all a close match

tetra, being smaller than princess z, doesnt fit into the clothes. the dress is too big for her (as is in canon gd that skirt is WAY too long for her), the coat is baggy. the role of a princess *literally* does not fit her.

the ribbons! theyre my replacement for the wings, and they represent the wind in the game! since its represented by white lines, the ribbons are a perfect symbolic match. (also, a note, tetras hair is shorter and coarser than princess z's)

i mostly bullshitted the blue panel but the vague idea i gave it was 'a hope for the triforce to give good fortunes to the people' (pictured as dots, mostly behind her arms)

Pirate Queen Tetra

ph! about a year has passed, and tetra has really grown into her own! as well as literally grown!

shes still tetra, pirate and captain, but shes incorporated that royal heritage into her identity: quite literally! she made piecemeal of the original outfit (what was left of it anyway after the fight), and added bits and pieces to her new life.

she also takes full advantage of said heritage to call herself pirate queen. its great for branding. whos gonna say she CANT go by pirate queen?

the seagull feather is from Aryll. only crew member tetra wears a trinket from (who can say no to that ball of sunshine! certainly not tetra)

not many notes. yall can see whats there. (also she still wears her hair in a bun, its just in a low bun (you can almost see it) when she wears her hat)

st zelda!

first note is: shes not a princess! shes an heiress of the company tetra had made and left behind. hence her title of Lady zelda. ("new hyrule" rly just like-- the ending of ww was *literally* that hyrule is dead and thats okay. how did they miss that :sob emoji:) also calling her Lady Zelda fits with the train vibes

shes in a 1880s style bustle dress because 1) i am OBSESSED with bustle dresses. i love them. so much. 2) the more historical vibe works really well with trains! also a lot of the other outfits in the game have late victorian vibes, so shes certainly not out of place.

her hat (and gloves): any proper lady has a hat on when going about town, however, when she gets body snatched, she pulled out her hatpin to use (ineffectively) as a weapon (she IS tetras great-great-granddaughter), causing her to lose her hat *and* hairdo.

shes still got the hatpin in her ghost form, too. she uses it to threaten people for funsies

Ribbons! on the topic of hairdo, her ribbons! visually tying her to tetras design, the ribbons here instead take on the image of train tracks, with her pin (on the left side) evoking a train engine. the pin also makes her look rich and girly. when her hair comes undone, this makes the ribbons all loose, like how the train tracks disappear in game. (the hat also kinda connects her to tetra)

thanks for reading :D i hope you liked reading this as much as i liked typing it

[devotion-disorder]

Hiiii I'm new to your blog :)) I saw it a while back and was recently reminded of your blog, lol!

I really like Noel :> 👉👈 I just wanna smooch him. Just once. (Maybe) (probably not gonna stop at one) but I'm curious what his creation was based off of. Like, did you make him bc you wanted to draw a streamer yandere? Or did a certain scenario cross your mind and thus started his creation.

I hope you're having a good day/night!

(One more smooch for Noel again)

This is a really good question!! If it weren’t for this I’d’ve forgot a lot of this stuff lol

I think I’ve always had vague ideas about the 'yandere' trope and how it can be incorporated into our contemporary setting, I guess? I thought it would be interesting if publicity was sth that was leveraged against the victim. Then there’s also the idea of a universe where yandere-ism is normalised, and I was very into the thought of an influencer that makes content like how to kidnap your first victims, 10 Beginner Mistakes You May Not Know about Blackmailing, lifestyle vlogs about a very very morbid lifestyle etc etc. idk i just think it'd be funny lol.

I actually remembered something about his design as well. I’ve had this very half-baked idea of an OC for a long while, and the only remarkable things about him was that his name was Noel and he had a weird hairstyle. And since i had both of these ideas sitting around, i thought it'd be convenient to just combine them maybe???

ive managed to dig up his ref sheet from like 3-4 years ago and 💀💀💀💀 the art was SO rough ive touched it up abit or else i can't stand to post them now lol

I don’t really remember why his hair was changed but I think i kept the parts of 'unconventional color' + 'pastels'. BUT I do remember that I got the idea for a tri-colored letterman jacket because I saw someone on the street wearing something similar LOL (but it didn’t have the same colors as Noel’s one).

and to be completely honest i still kind of like this noel's design a little bit... maybe i'll reuse him again somewhere hah (getting all my mileage out of him fr LOL)