#c: eloise

[crownrots]

NINA BIRD / ELOISE RIGBY LENORE SCARLET / ROWENA ALBRECHT DORY SINCLAIR / SANDRA UNDERWOOD DAISY DUNN / 'TEDDY' ELSHER

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[prydainroyals]

CONTENT WARNING: Adult language, emotional/verbal abuse and gaslighting, implications of substance abuse, mentions of death, and depictions of an anxiety attack.

“Jesus Christ Arthur, can you not hear yourself?! We are in public--” The King scoffed, sounding scandalized.

Arthur, embarrassed by his own outburst, huffed and turned his back to his father. It was the only ‘escape’ he could make, for the time being. He didn’t want to look at him, or hear him, or be near him-- one out of three was enough to keep him sane for the moment. He could feel his heart racing, the stresses of recent events, and all the pressure that his father was putting on him, it was getting to be too much--

“--Of course we would be worried sick! Have you even thought about how that would affect the family? The kingdom? Your sister?! You will be King one day, Arthur, and that means--”

Arthur had broken out in a cold sweat.

It had come on so suddenly, Arthur hadn’t even had time to realize, but now it was too late, and--

--and his limbs began to feel numb, rigid, even brittle--

Oh fuck. Oh no. Fuck, fuck, fuck--

--Steady. B r e a t h e.

He began to count to ten in his head. There was a high, heavy ringing in his ears, in his head, right through him, and--

He forced himself to b r e a t h e -- to ground himself -- to count the shapes in the hard marble floor under his feet, the symmetrical and predictable lines zig-zagging across the smooth, cool surface.

-- B r e a t h e,  s l o w l y -- You are going to be okay. You are going to make it. You’ve got this. B r e a t h e.

In. . .

Out.

In. . .

Out--

“Arthur! Are you even listening to me?”

The King had clearly not noticed the state his son was in, or if he had, it did not seem to matter.

Arthur let out a harsh exhale, and feeling so cold, he might’ve thought it should’ve been visible in the air before him.

“I am always listening to you,” he bitterly muttered.

“--I am telling you that you should be grateful to me for letting you run away from your association with that Ionian girl--”

The ringing in Arthur’s ears began to diminish with the slight regain of his composure, and feeling as though he’d just surfaced from dark water, he slowly turned toward his father.

“What...?”

“--The Ionian girl! Do not think it escaped my notice--”

The King was ready to go another round of verbal sparring, but something within Arthur had snapped.

“Eloise. Her name is Eloise.”

“Arthur, I am not finished--”

Arthur did not let him finish, and turned to face his father fully.

“To you, she is Her Royal Highness Princess Eloise of the Ionian Union. She is a wonderful and brilliant woman, not a girl, and she deserves our respect--which is about the only good thing this family has to offer!”

The King narrowed his eyes, clenched his fists but to his credit, seemed to rein in his own hot temper. “... Did you get her pregnant?”

“Oh my God--NO!” Arthur snapped, the word echoing throughout the nearly empty hall enough that even the King seemed surprised at the force of the outburst.

“Perhaps I am running away-- from how I ended things with her-- But I am trying to do something right!” he cried, abandoning all pretense, and even abandoning some of his anger in exchange for a more vulnerable, visceral honesty. It all seemed to come flooding out of him at once. 

“I am trying to be a better man, to do what I know I’m good at! This is my last research trip, ever, because I know I have to grow up and step into William’s shoes whether you and Gran want me to or not! Since you won’t bother being a father or a mentor, I have to figure it out on my own! And fuck, if you don’t like how I’m doing it, why don’t you take your own advice and try putting the fucking bottle down?!”

The two men stared at one another; Arthur wild-eyed, green eyes glittering with anger and pain and his cheeks ruddy from the adrenaline rushing through him at that moment; the King, shocked at having actually been told off by his son.

Arthur took a shuddering breath, let it out. He needed to get away before he absolutely fell apart. He needed to go now.

“--For the record, Dad, I just wanted a breath of fresh air before going back out to the rest of my engagements. You want me to take charge? Fine. This is me doing that.”

Arthur turned on his heel and strode out of the hall like a mad lion with the look of murder on him; all the whlle terrified that his father might call at his back.

But he did not call.

The King was silent.

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Mention of @funkyllama​‘s Eloise x x x Arthur’s about ready to throw down.

I promisie the whole story won’t be like this-- I just needed to get this pivotal scene out of the way. Setup and all that, yanno.

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[nourfk]

When & Where: "The Ballroom" ...shortly after the toast!

🕵️‍♀️ @eloisemeadows

Moving past the sea of guests that filled the ballroom, Nour searched the room, looking for... no one in particular. At least, that's what she told herself. Aside from feeling proud that her dress screamed 19th Century as much as the next girl, Nour felt pretty. It wasn't often that she felt that way, and it was hard not wanting a certain someone to see her just the same. She knew it was a fantasy to think this person would even see her— and truly see her, but she knew she'd be searching the whole night for that face even if she couldn't speak her name in her own mind. It was unsettling, to say the least, but Nour was a slave to her own desires. After all, how could she still be searching now that Dee was in the picture? —He was always in the picture... Nour reminds herself, finding protection against the wall opposite the entry. Her eyes still continue to search the crowd, but she is less eager. Even if Nour did find her, there was no doubt she'd be with him.

[choicesfrog]

The Royal Romance (OC)

Name: Eloise Park

Age: 24

Pronouns: She/Her

LI: Hana

Hobbies: Dancing, Reading, Playing Piano, Painting

Eloise is the sixth child of the Park clan. Though she’s somewhat of a middle child, she definitely wasn’t lost in the shuffle. Similar in personality, temperament, as well as having similar interests to her grandparent and one of her mothers, she was doted on as much as if she were a youngest child.

Eloise is prim, proper, and loves all things pretty. As a child, she was probably a bit overdressed for school, but she loves wearing fancy dresses. She’s also a voracious reader and learned to read at age four. She started piano and dance lessons not too long after. When she was in high school, she began taking ballroom dancing lessons.

Eloise also learned a lot of proper royal etiquette from her grandparent. While not born into nobility themself, they did grow up as a member of a wealthy British family before coming to America. In a lot of ways, Eloise was more prepared to be part of the social season than her friend Elaine. In fact she ended up helping Elaine out when she could (so that job wouldn’t fall solely on Hana).

Instead, she ended up following her to Cordonia because to Eloise the whole premise of her supposedly meeting a prince and a random noble offering to sponsor her seemed super sketchy, and she wanted to make sure her friend wasn’t getting into something more dangerous.

Due to her grandparent’s family having a long history and being widely spread through both Europe and the states, Eloise claimed to be a part of that family, and it was enough to allow her to travel along with the rest of the nobles. Of course Elaine, Liam, Hana, Maxwell, and Drake knew the truth, but they promised not reveal her secret. She was very upfront with all of them. She was also quite upfront about not trying to win Liam’s hand. As a lesbian, she had no interest.

Eloise was not a fan of most of the other ladies at court, especially after what happened at the coronation, and though they knew of her dislike of them, she maintained a civil and polite relationship in public. In private, she avoided them. Out of everyone, she really only respected and got along with Kiara. She admires Kiara’s ambition. Eloise also knows French, and she and Kiara had a bit of fun having conversations in it when they wanted to speak in private. Eloise is wary of Olivia, and outright disgusted by Madeleine’s treatment of Hana. She was indifferent towards Penelope until she learned that she was part of the plot against Elaine.

What Eloise didn’t expect was to fall in love during her time in Cordonia. She was immediately attracted to Hana, but she wasn’t sure if Hana felt the same way. She also knew all the pressure Hana was under from her parents to win Liam’s hand, so she decided not to push things and was happy to befriend her.

Eloise also was able to quickly figure out that there was a lot more to how Hana’s parents treated her than she was letting on. The isolation, the abuse, being forced to earn their affection all reminded her of how her grandfather described his upbringing before he was disowned from his family. Eloise wanted to help Hana to get out of her bad situation, but she also knew it wasn’t easy. She just let Hana know she was there for her if she wanted to vent, cry, or just escape her problems for a while. While she was glad Elaine encouraged Hana to stand up to her parents, she also knew that could make abusive situations worse.

Spending time with Hana, she realized they had a lot in common. Both had a love of reading, flowers, and playing the piano. At Olivia’s estate after Hana played for her, Eloise played a song for Hana. The two of them spent the rest of the night laughing and playing together. They became very close during the social season and spent time swapping book recommendations, talking about music, watching shows together (there was so much Hana had never seen, and Eloise was the one who showed her some of the dance movies/competition shows she mentioned studying when she had her dance battle with Maxwell). They talked about their hopes and dreams and everything in between.

There were little romantic moments shared between the two. Some handholding, gentle reassuring touches here and there, and they even waltzed together a few times. Nothing had progressed very far until Hana was forced to leave at the end of the season. After sharing their first kiss together, and having such a heartfelt confession of their feelings, Eloise was determined she’d see Hana again. She almost flew to Shanghai, afraid that Hana’s parents wouldn’t let her come back to be one of Madeleine’s ladies in waiting.

The two continued to grow closer and spent even more time together during the engagement tour. Eloise became very protective towards Hana and kept a close eye on her, especially after Madeleine admitted to wanting to “break her” (Eloise came very close to slapping her to wipe that smirk off her face), and after Hana’s falling out with her father. She spent time with Hana trying to find a place for her to stay and helping her think about what she truly wanted from life.

Hana and Eloise both decided to move to Castelsarreillan and eventually moved in together. The two became engaged during the Unity Tour and were married about a year later. Hana and Eloise meet with Kiara often since they live nearby, and travel to the capital to see their friends there. They sometimes go to visit Eloise’s family, and sometimes her family comes to them. Hana still has a very rocky relationship with her parents, and she’s taking the time to heal. She occasionally will call or visit her father, but it’s on her terms. Hana isn’t quite sure if her relationship with her mother is something she wants to continue.

Hana and Eloise enjoy a happy and quiet life, Hana working at a library and Eloise teaching dance lessons to children. They both also teach piano on the side. They plan on having at least two children, as they each want to experience pregnancy, but they could expand their family beyond that.

A few more random facts:

Hana was Eloise’s first everything. She was really glad she didn’t have to say anything about her first kiss because she hadn’t had one yet. Though Eloise had several crushes growing up, she never acted on her feelings.

Since Eloise grew up with several other lgbtq+ family and friends and lived in a generally very accepting community, she came to terms with and became comfortable with her sexuality pretty early on. Once Hana felt more comfortable admitting she was also interested in women (I headcannon her as bisexual), Eloise was there to support her and answer any questions she might have.

The night of the coronation, Eloise painted a portrait of Hana as something to remember her by during their time apart.

Like most of her family, Eloise is a big cat person.

Eloise can speak English, Spanish, French, and also knows a little bit of Latin.

On rainy days, Eloise and Hana like to snuggle together under a blanket and read.

Eloise’s family was very worried about her with everything that happened in Cordonia, but since she’s rather stubborn, she insisted on staying to help her friends. That didn’t keep them from calling her daily to check on her.

[dvstbvnnies]

Go. To. Bed. That's an order. (from lennon to eloise 🥲)

eloise all but whined. who was lennon to tell them what to do? sure, she needed the sleep, but she also told herself that she needed to continue riding the self-pity train.

the breakup came out of nowhere. three years down the drain. she'd come home with the usual favorite pastries and a couple of coffees, only to be told moments later that there was someone else. she laid in her empty apartment, tears dried on her skin, as she stared at the ceiling. a menagerie of bottles scattered the coffee table. "i'm perfectly fine, lennon," they said, voice thick and just barely slurred. "you didn't have to come by." a lie. she couldn't be more grateful they were here. / @entityforged

[henrisolivier]

the answer only solidifies his conundrum; proof that he was right not to take what she presented him with wholly at face value. she was an actress, a performer. nothing about her was real. even her name hints at a desire to be seen as something elegant and chic. "who were you playing?"

it had begun to feel as if he were playing a game of 20 questions, attempting to get to the center of her as soon as possible. was he always this impatient? or had that begun after elisabeth left?

her commitment to her response causes the corner of his mouth to twitch in amusement. a fight with elisabeth plays in his head ( one that's happened too many times he doesn't recall when or why it's happening ) and henri's lips purse into a line as he thinks of how many of them could have been avoided if she'd been able to play her role better.

"you play helpless very well." that performance was the most interesting social interaction he'd had in three months. "could've made a good ophelia one day." but the chances of hamlet seemed low these days.

"i'll pretend i'm not wounded by that." had she expected a frenchmen to stay on the cutting edge of american tabloids it might have been true. but she learned to lower her expectations of people in this building. "you don't recognize me from my films!" but the pout is short-lived, slipping in and out of roles as his conversation demands.

"i'm from the city of angels" by way of a more boring backstory, but where was the fun in sharing that. no, she likes los angeles just fine. the industry had suited her and the people were pliable. so what if the whole place was loud, expensive, and a little gauche. at least it had entertainment. "i was just doing a little job on broadway when this all happened."

his next question is fielded with a little more thought, given the backstory that she'd been telling most of the residents. "you know aggie?" tears immediately well in the corner of her eyes, summoned on demand. one slips free as though a harsh memory has been conjured by the sentiment. "i'm even worse off!"

she wipes the tear away quickly and precisely, leaving not a trace. "what do ya think?" she's not particularly moved by the plight of others, she doesn't suppose she'd be asking for a sharp knife if she was. "would you open your doors to a girl in need?"

[dollypopup]

Give it up for the 4 out of 8 Bridgerton siblings who are gay as fuck

[crownrots]

aerona zonvasses x shadowheart (bg3)

eloise rigby x adrian chase (peacemaker)

rowena albrecht x reese kelly (scarlet hollow)

nina bird x adam du mortain (twc)

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[pensbridge]

Eloise: You know that I hate this word but... please?

Colin: NO.

Penelope: Please... for me?

Colin: ...O-kay *heart-eyes*

[mateoreyesss]

my tush may be a lil small but theres plenty to grab jsyk

shake your lil tush to your heart's content, my friend!!! good music is designed for longevity!!! so idk what the problem is i think you're doing a great job

[nourfk]

When & Where: Birch Bay Travelodge... late morning!

☕️ @eloisemeadows

Since meeting Elly, Nour felt like she'd been walking on a tightrope. Philippe Petit would be proud of her travel and the heights she's crossed. It was always nerve-wracking to see her, and even after considering each other as friends, the anxiety never went away. The worst part was that it was more than just being aware of how she felt about her— it was the lies entangled in her one simple truth. Still, Nour couldn't help but want to see her. It wasn't that often, so whenever she came upon the chance, she felt compelled to take it. Sitting their coffee on the roof of a stranger's car, Nour quickly checks her reflection in the window. She breathes in, exhaling her uneasiness. It's just coffee. You said you'd get her next time, that's it. In... and out. Deciding she was ready, Nour made her way through the doors of the Birch Bay Travelodge, coffee in hand. She notes the rowdy kids heading her way, moving to the side in order to avoid them. Running into another staff member, Nour gives them a nod and smiles when she recognizes who they are, feeling her nerves begin to make way again. She doesn't know their name, but she has a strong feeling they can see right through her. Other than relying on intuition, there was no real reason why. Still, it was enough for Nour to keep her distance. She wasn't the protective type, but she's never felt more protective. Just as Nour turns to look for Elly, she finally spots her. With a gentle wave, she brings the coffee to view with a smile. "Here's hoping you haven't had your morning coffee yet?"

[choicesfrog]

what do your ocs/mcs/lis smell like? (not in a weird creepy way asdfghjk but in a what's their fav scent/their house smell way yk)

Thanks for the ask! Don’t worry I got what you meant! This got way too long, but it was fun to think about 😄

Dez really likes the scent of mint (and also eats mints/chews mint gum peppermint not wintergreen). I imagine Indigo having a citrusy smell from body wash.

Since Sloane likes lavender I imagine Carolina started using lavender scented shampoo. Also, lots of lavender soaps and candles.

Milo I think would probably have some super strong smelling cologne that gets its smell all over everything. He thinks it smells good, as for anyone else? Not so much 😅

I imagine Eloise and Hana really liking floral smells. Lots of flowers in their house. Gardenias, roses, lilies the works. I would imagine they both use some kind of floral perfume, but with a softer smell.

Elaine loves the smell of the ocean and tries to visit the beach whenever possible. I imagine Liam enjoying the smell of baked bread and baking scents in general (if that makes sense), reminding him of baking with his mother.

Similar to Liam, Lennox and Kate enjoy the smell of baked goods. You’d think they’d be tired of it after working in a bakery all day, but they both have a major sweet tooth. I imagine they still bake at home.

Jade likes the smell of cinnamon and strong smells in general. Naomi enjoys fresh air, nature, and just the smell of the outdoors, bringing her back to her time living on her family’s ranch.

So for Valentine my mind keeps coming back to this really gross smelling candle we had where I used to work that was a Halloween themed scent. I can’t even describe what it smelled like other than strong and gross, but I feel like he’d be into that? Also, herbs and spices. I imagine he’d join Ava on her witchy endeavors.

Marella likes the smell of typical bubble gum, cotton candy, and really any candy related scent. For some reason I imagine Andy liking the smell of movie theater popcorn. Those two probably watch a bunch of ridiculous movies together, so buttery popcorn is a common smell.

Cassie actually likes the smell of garlic. She’s also one that likes smells that remind her of cooking and happier times with her parents. She remembers eating large, strong smelling meals with her family. Garlic reminds her of her favorite garlic and butter noodles. The smell of hay and the forest remind Imogen of her beloved horse. I still picture her to be a major horse girl. Maybe opening up a rescue for them after the story. She also wears fancy perfume, and she likes floral and vanilla scented ones.

Theo likes the smell of coffee and coffee grounds. They needs their coffee in the morning to wake up/stay awake after all nighters. Trystan likes the smell of books having read a lot when she was younger.

Ruelle is another who loves the smell of nature, the forest, the river rushing by. They’re all smells that she can carry with her to remind her of home, even if she’d rather keep on traveling than return. Nia likes the smell of roses and sweet pea. I imagine her gravitating more towards floral and springtime smells.

Charlotte likes the smell of chocolate, crisp air, and wood burning in the fireplace. She enjoys cozy nights in, in the winter. I think of Emma as a fall and pumpkin spice person for some reason, so fall smells.

I imagine both Lily and Olive are super chaotic, and their home probably doesn’t smell too great sometimes, when they’re in their apartment and not supervising the Shadow Den. Lily likes the smell of pizza and uses really outrageous toppings. Olive is pretty similar in liking food smells. Usually fast food/junk food, French fries, potato chips (sour cream and onion). Just because vampires don’t need food, doesn’t mean they don’t like smelling it.

I feel like I don’t “know” Erica and Amalia enough since I’m not too far into It Lives Within, but I’ll probably update this when I figure something out.

[dvstbvnnies]

“i have a lot going for me, but humility is not one of them.” from sydney burkhardt to eloise

eloise gives a small smile. her fingers expertly adjust and fluff out the bottom of sydney's dress, her eyes shifting to and from the mirror to make sure it's sitting just right. she stands next to her on the pedestal and, sure, lets her mind wander as she stares at the sight of them next to each other. "how do you feel about this one?" she could give her opinion, but she likes to wait until the client-- fuck, she's a client, an engaged to be wed client. eloise had never felt this way before, never done anything like this before.

she takes a step back and smiles, more professionally this time, and looks down at the train. "we'd certainly have to work on the drape here at the back, but i think that's an easy fix." / @thefvrious

[dvstbvnnies]

the laugh that falls from sydney's lips is all too familiar. she herself has laughed that laugh many times. it breaks her heart to see her new friend like this, but she shrugs it off. "it could be much, much worse." her hands wring together and it's almost impossible to find, not even just the right words, but any words to say. sydney was the most beautiful woman she'd ever met. the fullness of her lips, the twinkle in her eye, even in sadness and stress, was distracting. eloise found herself taken by her.

"is there anything i can do for you?"

sydney's overwhelmed by eloise's kindness and dissolves into a series of sobs as she steps forward, closes the space between them, and wraps her arms around the brunette. she needs comforting, and it doesn't matter that she and eloise don't know each other that well. syd feels safe. she feels seen. that's all that matters.

after a moment, the blonde steps back and dabs the tears away from under her eyes, laughing at herself like she's just so embarrassed. "i mean, i guess at least we aren't at the altar? we don't have anything paid for or scheduled yet. it's inconvenient timing, sure, but it could be a lot worse, right?" she asks, blinking blue eyes at eloise like needing her approval.

[10piecechickenmcnugget]

i need to get back on my transfem oli grind fr. this was also an excuse to show off species headcanons

[plusfortesensemble]

@storyofwhoiam || Continued from here

Violet gave a bittersweet smile, hating to see her child in such pain, no matter the cause, but also knowing she had felt that more than enough times in her life. Sometimes, emotions needed to be felt and shown, even when you did not want them to. Even now, she struggled with fully expressing all of her emotions. Perhaps it was her fault that so many of her children seemed to want to hide their emotions, despite how much she tried to affirm in them otherwise growing up. Children took after their parents, did they not?

She took Eloise's face in her hand, wiping away the tears on that side of her face. "I know it is not... always something we are want to do, but I am here for you when you do need them to be expressed. If you wish me to be. I will always be here for you, you must know that." She knew how rocky their relationship had been in the past, most parent-child relationships were at one point or another, and she had every desire to fix that and needed to make it known that Eloise could come to her whenever she needed.

"Now, whatever is the matter?" She gently pushed, not wanting to scare Eloise away but wanting her to know that she would not walk away, if that was not what she wished.