#carrington manor

[sodaabaa]

to flee or not to flee, part four

anthony bridgerton x OC what happens when a charming and determined viscount courts someone whose worst fear is to marry a man like him?

tropes: damsel in distress, innocent and shy mc, slow burn,

tw: mentions of domestic abuse, angst, anxiety, slight misogyny/patriarchal concepts

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“Your Grace, may I be so privileged as to take a stroll with the Duchess? I was hoping to get to know the Bridgerton family better and where best to start but with the eldest daughter?” She approached the table where the Duke of Hastings and his wife were lounging at on the terrace of Aubrey Hall overlooking the vast amount of land the family possessed. 

“Please, I only wish to be called Simon – the Duke of Hastings is a title better suited to stuffy old men, do you not think?” He joked, an easy smile on his face – although his attention returned quickly to his wife. 

“Of course! I’d be delighted to learn more about you as well, Miss Carrington” Daphne said.

Daphne all but jumped from her seat, turning only to give a quick peck on her husband’s cheek. 

“Shall we?” Daphne said, offering an arm to Annalise. She nodded, locking her arm with Daphne’s as they walked off.

They made their way to one of the large staircases leading down to the front of the manor and Annalise once again, marveled at the sheer size of the home. She supposed Daphne noticed her gaping stare when she said, “it is not as grand as it seems, when you share the home with a dozen other people.”

“Does Lord Bridgerton spend much of his time here?” 

“Ah, straight into your inquiries of Anthony, I see?” 

Annalise’s eyes widened, a warm blush creeping up her neck, “no- I did not mean to pry about the viscount’s affairs, I-” 

Daphne laughed, “not to worry, Miss Carrington. I only wish I had the opportunity to learn about my husband and his family before I married him. It is a good thing that you wish to know us before you marry him.”

Annalise exhaled, once again overwhelmed with the task she decided to take on – spending each day with Bridgerton sibling would not be easy. 

“Did you not know him before you married? From the way you two look at each other, it seems as though you’ve known each other for ages. Was it not a love match?”

“I suppose it was. Though neither of us knew, nor did we want to admit it. Actually, it was Anthony who made us marry – rather quickly too, I hadn’t had the chance to truly know Simon before we wed.” 

“Did the viscount choose Simon for you to marry?”

Daphne scoffed, “heavens, no. He loathed the idea of Simon marrying me – do you know they dueled? Or they were about to before I ran in to stop them. He had found Simon and I…” she paused, pursing her lips, “in a rather compromising position.” 

Annalise raised her brows, “and he forced the two of you to marry?”

“Precisely. Though I suppose it was for the best in the end” she smiled, no doubt thinking of her husband.

“Excuse my forwardness but, did he force the two of you to marry to save the family’s reputation? I suppose what I’m trying to say is, is he quite concerned with how he is perceived?”

“I suppose one could see it that way if you were not familiar with Anthony. You see, honor and duty is of utmost importance to my brother – and he is fiercely protective of the people he loves, which are few and far between outside of his family. He did not want Simon to take advantage of me – for him to have his way and then abandon me. In his own mind, forcing us to marry was more about protecting me from harm than it was about protecting my reputation.” 

Annalise nodded, choosing to remain silent for a moment as they continued their stroll.

“Does he ever wish he were not the eldest?” Annalise asked.

Daphne looked at Annalise in surprise.

“No, I don’t think he does. Though, it’s not something I’ve ever discussed with him. One might think he regrets it or wishes he was not the firstborn – but Anthony is not a man who wishes for things. He’s very cold and logical in that way. The way he sees it, fate cannot be changed. He is the firstborn son and he must accept the responsibility that comes with it, whether he wishes to or not.” 

Fate cannot be changed. The words echoed in her mind.

They continued their stroll around the grounds, Annalise quietly pondering over Daphne’s revelations about the viscount. When they neared Aubrey Hall, Daphne turned to Annalise, grabbing both of her hands. 

“I could not imagine that any of my other brothers would have taken care of our family the way Anthony did – and continues to. And I doubt there is a man in London that could be a better husband than him because of it. Except Simon of course. But fortunately he’s taken.” She said with a triumphant smile. 

The pair returned to Aubrey Hall, she exchanged goodbyes with Daphne who was all too eager to get back to her husband. Annalise stood at the center of the foyer, processing the conversation with the Duchess.

“I see you’ve gotten more acquainted with Daphne, she was not too tiresome, I hope? She is quite the opinionated Duchess, I will say” a velvety voice snapped her out of her thoughts. Annalise squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, scrunching her face. She exhaled and turned to where the voice had come from.

“Not at all, she’s lovely. I enjoyed my time with her” she replied, trying to be as curt as possible.  

“I’m happy to hear you’re getting along with my family then – a step in the right direction indeed” he teased, a smile on his face that Annalise wished did not make her feel so warm in the face.

“Must you always?” She shot back.

He shrugged, his arms lifted out to each side, “I’m not certain what you mean, Miss Carrington.” 

She fought the urge to roll her eyes, instead giving him a defiant look and a small curtsy to excuse herself from the conversation. He let her leave but did not cease his smiling as she walked off to her room, trying to put as much distance between the two of them as she could.

“Your defiance will not deter me, Miss Carrington!” He called out after her. 

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Her next target – Eloise. From what Annalise already knew of her, Eloise was rebellious, outspoken, and had a large amount of disdain for the polite society she was raised in. Perhaps she could give Annalise better insight into the flaws of her brother? 

As expected, she found Eloise in the library, her nose in a book. Annalise sat across from her, a book in her own hand. She glanced at Eloise for a moment who seemingly either hadn’t noticed her sit down or was entirely too entranced by her book. Annalise opened her own book, skimming the pages.

From the corner of her eye, she noticed Eloise peeking over her book. Annalise looked up just as Eloise peeked over her book once again.

“Hello, Miss Bridgerton – though I assume you’d prefer Eloise?” 

She nodded, putting her book down in her lap. 

“I’m not interrupting, am I?” Annalise asked.

“Oh, not at all. I’ve read this book twice before, I only wanted an excuse to get out of embroidery lessons with my mother and Francesca” she said bluntly. 

Annalise laughed, “You are every bit the rebellious one your brother said you were.” 

“He said that did he!” Eloise exclaimed. 

“Well he certainly implied it” she laughed 

Eloise rolled her eyes but her smile remained, “I suppose your brother thinks the same. A well-read woman is often seen as rebellious, are we not?” 

Annalise’s smile faded, “yes it seems so.” 

“It is their fault – they cannot handle an intelligent mind” Eloise said, her tone both serious and jestful when she noticed the shift in Annalise’ demeanor.

“Does your brother dislike your love of books?” Annalise asked.

“Hardly. Despite his qualms and complaints on my rebellious nature” she mocked, “when we were younger, he found quite the governess for us – for Daphne, Francesca and I, that is. Actually – several governesses, each one more strong willed than the other! I’d scare them off when I didn’t like them but he refused to give up” she chuckled.

“What about your brothers, did he treat them any differently from the three of you?” Come on, Eloise. Give me something. She pleaded in her mind.

“Nothing out of the ordinary, I suppose. He certainly doesn’t drink with us or take us to the gentlemen's club but we were always allowed to pursue what we wanted. Did he ever tell you, I’m a better shot than the lot of them! And he never prevented me from besting him, as wounded as his pride may have been.” She scoffed. 

Annalise sighed. Yet another review of the viscount that held nothing but praise. Three days had passed and yet Annalise had not yet found a single flaw. 

After their conversation ended, Annalise made her way out of the library towards the terrace for some air when she heard music coming from one of the rooms. She walked towards the sound – a pianoforte playing a dancing tune. The door to the room ajar so she peered inside, unable to quell her curiosity. 

“Come, brother! It’s been far too long since you’ve danced with me!” It was the youngest Bridgerton, dragging Anthony by the hand towards the center of the room. 

“Alright but just this one dance, I have much work to do, Hyacinth.”

Behind them, Francesca played the piano – as Anthony had said – quite exceptionally. 

Anthony took Hyacinth by the hands and began dancing with her, galloping across the room, spinning her around eliciting loud giggles from the young girl. He picked her up, spinning her around, grinning ear to ear at the joy his sister found in dancing with him. Annalise watched them, it was a bittersweet sight. The age difference between Anthony and Hyacinth was not all that different from Annalise and Thomas. But here she was, deathly afraid of accepting a proposal from what she now had to admit, amazing man, because of her own brother. Her fear, that even Anthony, in all of his greatness, would turn out every bit as cruel as Thomas. She turned away from the scene, unable to witness all that she could have had. 

That evening, she laid in bed staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. There were still quite a few Bridgerton siblings left to converse with, but she was beginning to doubt there’d be any use. A sharp knock on the door startled her out of her thoughts.

“Come in,” she said, sitting up. Lady Bridgerton walked in, a gentle smile on her face. Annalise stood up, caught off guard by her sudden arrival.

“Apologies, I did not mean to intrude but I wished to speak with you.”

“Oh! It’s no intrusion at all, Lady Bridgerton, it’s your home after all. Please, sit” Annalise said, standing until the dowager viscountess took her seat on the bed.

They sat side by side as Lady Bridgerton took Annalise’s hands in hers. 

“This all must be quite frightening for you, being courted by Anthony and having no confidant” she said, her eyes filled with love – Annalise knew what she had meant. She was unsure of what to say, scared that she might say the wrong thing.

“Should you have any questions, please do not hesitate to ask me. I went through this once upon a time – and I have raised four daughters of my own. I am no stranger to the worries of young girls during this time.” 

“Thank you, Lady Bridgerton. You are most kind” she said softly, trying to hold back the tears fighting their way through. Despite not remembering much of her mother, there were certainly days where her heart ached because of the vacancy in her life. 

“I know Anthony is not the easiest man to get along with. He is an enigma, even to me sometimes and I raised the boy!” She laughed, Annalise smiled along with her. Lady Bridgerton exhaled, a smile still on her face as she turned to Annalise. 

“He feels strongly about you. I see it in the way he looks at you. I do not think I’ve ever seen him quite so enamored by someone before. I do hope you will give him a chance before you write him off.”

Annalise sighed. First the sisters, now the mother. What was Annalise to do?

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A startling crack forced Annalise’s eyes open, ripping her from her sleep. Light poured in through the satin curtains. She sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. It was the morning of her fourth day at Aubrey Hall, her fourth day in search for Anthony Bridgerton’s fatal flaw in hopes it may save her from the irreversible boundaries of marriage. Annalise sighed, leaving the plush bed behind in preparation for the day.

She made her way towards the noise that had awakened her, following the boisterous laughter of men as they shot clay pigeons. To her surprise – it was not only men, Eloise was taking her shot while Benedict, Collin, and the Duke watched in awe. She stepped outside, walking towards the group though not near enough for them to see her just yet. 

“She is a freak of nature” Benedict murmured. 

“How was I not aware that it is not a Bridgerton brother – but a sister who is the best shot?” The Duke chuckled, obviously enjoying the shame Eloise’ skills caused her brothers.

Eloise turned after taking her shot, shooting down the clay pigeon with ease, a triumphant smile on her face. 

When she spotted Annalise, she jumped, “Oh, Annalise! You must join us!” Eloise ran over, excitedly grabbing Annalise by the hand and dragging her towards the little party.

Benedict was the first to speak as Annalise approached them, offering a nod and a warm smile. 

“I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure of speaking yet – I hear you’ve been quite busy interrogating the family about our dear eldest brother?” 

Annalise blushed, “I see I have not been as subtle as I had hoped,” looking down at her feet suddenly regretting joining their outing.

“It’s quite alright, Miss Carrington. Quite smart on your part, actually” the Duke said, chiming in on the conversation. 

“Has it now reached our turn to be interrogated?” Collin jested.

Annalise couldn’t fight off her smile caused by the younger boy’s joke, “I think I’ve gathered all the information I need.” 

“And that is?” Benedict asked.

“That your brother is essentially flawless, I suppose. There is really nothing that could hinder me from accepting his proposal.” 

The three siblings and the Duke exchanged looks, silent for a moment before bursting out into a fit of laughter. Annalise stilled, had she said something funny?

“Our brother? Flawless?” Eloise said, doubling over in laughter.

Benedict and Collin cleared their throats, trying not to laugh any further, wiping away tears from their eyes. The Duke chuckled once more.

“Do you wish to reject his proposal, Miss Carrington?” Collin asked after he’d calmed down from the sudden outburst. Before she could respond, Benedict cut in.

“Truth be told, Anthony is a complicated man – he is honorable and decent, of course. But,” he paused, trying to find the words to convey his feelings towards his eldest brother, “the death of our father haunts him, the weight of carrying this family is constant and it makes him rather – irritable? Hard to please?” He finished, looking at Eloise and Collin in question.

 “Obstinate?” Eloise added.

“Self-righteous” Collin said.

“Arrogant” the Duke nodded.

“Well then-” she turned to Eloise, “you waxed on about how well he took care of you and your sisters” she said, confused at the sudden change in opinion.

“He certainly did! As dutiful and honorable as he is, he can be just as difficult.” 

“He is the reason we are able to pursue what we want but his decision to take on this burden has isolated him” Benedict said earnestly. 

Annalise did not know what to make of this conversation. She saw what it did to her brother to take on the responsibility of being heir. It did not bode well for her, she became the outlet to her brother’s every stress and grievance. But she had seen Anthony with his family – the family whose weight he held on his shoulders valiantly. He did not hurt them the way Thomas had hurt her. 

“Perhaps we should return, it seems as though a storm is coming” the Duke said, snapping Annalise out of her thoughts. She only nodded, relieved to end the conversation and retire to her room.

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Anthony poured another drink in his glass, swirling the cup before downing the bitter liquid all at once. He sighed, leaning back in his chair. He spent the past few days going over dozens of ledgers and letters that required his attention. At first, he welcomed the distraction. It had been four days and Annalise still had not given him an answer – not only had she not answered but it seemed to be she was doing her best to avoid him altogether. He supposed it could be worse, Daphne had informed him that Annalise was asking about him. Perhaps he had hope yet. The pitter patter of rain caught Anthony’s attention, the dreary skies finally gave into pouring rain it seemed. He tried to return his focus to the ledgers in front of him. Unfortunately, the sound of his siblings' laughter did not allow it. He exhaled in annoyance, getting up from his seat at the mahogany desk to go berate them to shut up.

“Is it necessary to be as boisterous as you lot are?” He barked, storming out of his study. 

“I have been working for da-” He stopped in his mid sentence, choking on his words once he noticed Annalise frozen standing between Benedict and Eloise. 

“Miss Carrington. My apologies, I did not realize- I assumed all the noise was coming from my brothers” He stumbled.

She shook her head, “please, you needn’t apologize, my lord. We did not intend to disturb you” she said, her voice meek, avoiding eye contact. Something tugged at his chest at the sight of her so docile and afraid.

“Come now brother, must you always be such a damper on our fun?” Benedict said. 

He shot Benedict a look, not now. 

Thankfully, Benedict understood. 

“I believe mother wanted to speak with you, Eloise. Something about you avoiding an embroidery lesson?” 

Eloise looked to Anthony and then Benedict, eyes wide. 

“Collin? Did you ever tell me about your trip to Anatolia? Penelope mentioned something about a turkey…?” She said, hoping to rope Collin into postponing her chat with their mother.

Collin pondered for a moment, “no I don’t believe I did.” Benedict, Collin and Eloise locked arms and sauntered off. Benedict turned before they were out of sight, throwing a wink at Anthony.

He was left with Annalise, who still had her eyes trained on the ground. 

“Would you mind accompanying me back to my study for a moment?” He asked.

She looked up, lips parted to make an excuse but he spoke before she could voice her protest.

“I promise, I only wish to speak with you.” 

She nodded hesitantly but followed him as he made his way back to the study. He returned to his seat, gesturing for Annalise to sit where she’d like. She sat, her hands in her lap, fiddling with her fingers. 

He watched her for a moment. Eyes trained on the way she tried to soothe her nerves by fiddling with whatever she could find – usually it was a loose thread. Anthony exhaled, he supposed he should just spit out the question he so desperately wanted an answer to. 

“Why are you insistent upon refusing my proposal? One would have thought marriage is something a person in your position should chase” he asked.

Annalise looked up, inhaling. 

“I have already told you, Lord Bridgerton.”

“Have I wronged you in some way? Hurt you? Or have you found that I lack something that you wish to have in a husband” Anthony pressed.

She scoffed, shaking her head.

“What is it?” He asked.

“You are so incredibly,” she paused, “vexing!”

“Vexing?” His eyebrows raised. 

“Yes, vexing. I have spent the better part of this week searching for some flaw, some secret, something that will make it clear to me that we are not meant to be!” Her voice was rising as she neared the end of the sentence. This was the most he’d seen her speak – and the loudest she had been too. 

“And did you find it?” He whispered.

“No.”

Anthony held his breath, waiting for her to continue.

“Instead, I have found nearly a hundred reasons to surrender and accept that perhaps,” she inhaled, “perhaps I was fated to you from the very start.” 

“Does this mean you accept my proposal?” Anthony drew in a breath. He could see the internal battle in her mind, afraid, pained by the question he continued to pose to her.

“Please,” she paused, looking back down at her lap, “do not hurt me. I have spent a lifetime fearing my brother’s anger and I cannot,” her voice cracked and Anthony’s heart broke, “I cannot bear to spend the rest of my life in continuation of the same fear with another man.” 

Anthony crossed over to her, leaning in front of her and took her face in both of his hands – taking great care to be as gentle as he could be. She looked at him, causing tears to fall from her eyes. He reached forward, placing a kiss under each eye where the tears had fallen. 

“I swear upon all of the stars in the sky that I will not hurt you, Annalise."

[s-uzycompton]

𝒮𝓊𝓏𝒶𝓃𝓃𝒶𝒽 𝒞𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓉𝑜𝓃

Pronouns: She/Her Birthday: 11th June 1894 (122) Species: Vampire Turned: 1920 (physically 26) by Edward Carrington Alliance: Neutral - Bad GuysTM Location: Inside the dome - Montgomery Manor

So What Happened?

Miss Suzannah Compton is having a darlin' time right now! Hello! This is the bold, new, world! They're living and loving in a hunter free town and now everyone can be accepted! Suzy has never felt so free, so relaxed at this 'All You Can Eat' buffet and spa that Havensdale has become. She's so grateful to Eddie and the gang for making the town safe for them. She hopes that they get to sorting out the rest of the world soon! #freelovey'all

Living at Montgomery Manor, she's been spending days with her new vampire besties like Piper Renderos. She's making friends with the other 'bad guys' while also participating in regular human life-- Suzy is determined to be friends with everyone! After all, the whole point of living out of the shadows is to be yourself and make friends! It's definitely lost on her that most humans are just being kind to her 'cause they're fricking terrified.

Suzy doesn't understand why the 'Resistance' is trying so hard to mess everything up for them. Why would they fight this? Sure, there was a bit of a bumpy start, but if they just gave it a chance... She just doesn't get it. She lives in hope though that they'll come around-- especially her old flame Alex Andrews.

When November 2016 happened, Suzy was shaken! The 'Resistance' had been annoying to her, sure, but when they decided to come after her Eddie? In their own home? That was too damn far. It's never been clearer to her that they need to be taken care of. She needs to do some pest control and take this trash out! They're ruining everything. She has never been offended so much in her entire life. On top of all this audacity, they also lost her vampy gal pal Jess Harvelle to them! Suzy has a list of names in red, underlined and they better watch out.

On a happier note, around the same time, Dave Perry came back into her life. His humanity might be off-- not something she partakes in--  but he's just as fun as she hoped! After centuries of just missin' each other, they've more than made up for lost time now. Suzy is just trying to have the perfect day, every day.

Wanted Connections

tba

[minecraftbuilds]

the CW's Dynasty (2017-2022) Carrington Manor in Minecraft!

One of my favorite comfort shows—Dynasty—features the beautiful Carrington Manor as a key piece of the billionaire family's legacy.

After rewatching for the 3rd (maybe 4th?) time, I decided to recreate the manor in Minecraft.

Those familiar with the show should recognize some of the rooms posted below. If you haven't seen it yet, I highly recommend watching it on Netflix.

Using Mizuno's Texture Pack (with some custom edits) and Complementary Shaders.

[bitchesofostwick]

something to talk about

today’s OC kiss is for my love @jewishzevran and their jasper cadell! ellinor and i give you both a big smooch!

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“Don’t look so happy to see me,” Jasper says sarcastically as he joins Ellinor on the balcony overlooking the ballroom. He holds a flute of champagne out to her, but she sighs and shakes her head.

“Am I so obvious?”

“Always.”

She’d sock him on the arm if she thought it would do any good. Or if she really had the heart to. But even the sight of her best friend doesn’t bring a smile to her face like it normally would. Instead, it only makes her more blue.

It’s her first public appearance since Tristan broke off their engagement. Though she’s seen Jasper since—he’s gotten quite good at climbing the trellis of the Trevelyan’s manor into her bedroom—she’s seen no one else other than her family. She’d been surprised at the invitation to begin with, but it’s more than likely her mother pulled a few strings to get her out in front of potential suitors again as soon as she could. Not for my sake, she thinks bitterly, only for the family name.

“Don’t you know I’m a stain on the family tree?” she jokes. She doesn’t have to point out to him that no one has come her way for a dance or a flirty conversation. A year ago nobility would have clawed at the chance to be seen with the Lady Ellinor Trevelyan; now, hardly anyone bats an eye at her. And when they do, it’s with hushed tones whispered into heavily bejeweled hands, side glances, scoffs.

Jasper chuckles. “So I’ve heard. It’s a shame. I sorely miss scaring off unwanted attention to you with my vulgarity and masculine aggression.”

“‘Masculine aggression,’” she snorts. “Is that what it was?”

“You didn’t seem to question it if it was. I caused a scene on your behalf on more than one occasion, and I remember you being quite grateful for it.”

She sighs wistfully. “I was.”

“In fact, I remember you expressing your unending gratitude by wrapping your lips around my—”

“Well, those days are over,” she interrupts him. “If this is my mother’s idea of bouncing back my reputation after being jilted by Tristan—”

“—may his cock wither—”

“The phrase is supposed to be ‘crops.’”

“I said what I said.”

“Ugh.” She rolls her eyes. “Anyway, it’s clearly backfired. The high society of Ostwick is about as happy to see me as I am them.”

Jasper shrugs. “It’s a boring party anyway. Where’s the intrigue? The scandal?”

“She’s right here,” Ellinor says dully.

“If that’s so, you need to do a better job of causing drama. The most exciting thing to happen so far tonight is Messere Carrington getting a wine stain on his trousers. And he does that at every ball.”

She laughs at him. “So what do you suggest I do, Jas?”

“Really get them talking.” Without further ado, he pulls a small letter opener from his jacket, clinking it loudly against the side of the champagne flute.

Dear Maker…

“Everyone! Everyone, I’ve an important announcement to make.”

Quickly, the din in the hall begins to hush, and even the harpist stops playing.

Jasper looks at her and raises an eyebrow.

He’s giving me an out.

Instead she starts to laugh. Just quietly, just once, but the grin on her face is answer enough for him, and she nods. He winks at her. And carelessly, he throws the champagne aside, leans into her, and absolutely commits.

He kisses her passionately on the mouth, pulling her close by the waist, tugging at her hair, slipping his tongue between her lips, even going as far as to dip her near to the floor before pulling her back up again. The crowd around them gasp, whisper, grumble their distaste. And when he finally lets her go, she laughs.

After a moment, the harpist begins to play again, more quickly this time, and the chatter—albeit much more scandalized now—begins to resume, and the guests do their best to pretend whatever happened most certainly did not happen.

“You—” she giggles, poking Jasper in the chest. “Are going to be in so much trouble for that!”

Jasper laughs. “I told you. It was a boring party.”

[txcharms-blog]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: I Heard That Song Before By Mary Higgins Clark.

[charlierhodes]

Oh, honey, I stopped reading what the critics and "experts" say a long time ago. Half the time I hear that a movie was terrible but then when I watch it, it's amazing. And people online are just salty because they got their feelings hurt that day and want to take it out on somebody else. I never trust what I read online, and why let those people ruin something that could be enjoyable anyway? If what I'm watching isn't hurting anybody, it shouldn't matter if it's "good" or "bad." Oh gosh, Dynasty was a hot mess. One Carrington gets kidnapped and held hostage by a long lost brother, somehow they escape and live in disguise in the manor until they can exact their revenge... then they rush through all the drama and get to Fallon and Liam's happily ever after. It was a wild ride, that's for sure. I don't think I've watched Dallas either, and honestly I love classic tv so I'll probably end up watching both. But maybe I'll stick with what you say and start with Dallas.

@lottiexevans

[sophiesonlinediary]

ive always imagined it as the carrington manor in dynasty

Genuine question: how big is The Hawthrone mansion? I've seen many pictures on piterest but i am kind of confuses...like is it as big and large as castle..or..?

[baileysbabbles]

The bottom two gifs were made by @fyeahdynasty

I was never the crazy one. -Kirby Anders

[deadlymodern]

𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒆 - 𝑶𝒉 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒆

Pff, as if I wouldn't make one gothic 19th century edit jfklgf

🍬🎃Making use of some of the wonderful Friday treats! 🎃🍬

COLDWATER psd set & reshade preset by @intramoon​ • Blair Hair by @glimersims​ • 1824 evening dress by @peebsplays​

[hart-kinsella]

Fallon taking Liam for granted and assuming her job is more important than his all over again...I thought we were past that 🙄

[stevencarringtons]

Remember when Steven choked on his champagne because Bobbi mentioned she had worked on kidnapping cases in the past and Fallon had been kidnapped. 

[itapex-through-worlds]

(This reference wasn’t made by me, it was commissioned by my friend kadesfy!)

A another OC of mine with the name of Carrington! Carrington is a Delphox with expertise for herbalism!

Bio:

Born inside of a medium-sized manor, who belonged to an ancient human family, which now harbours the House of Edsel Vulpes, a home who harbours a small family of wealthy fox pokemons, some of them involved with the Magna Fortuna Caelestis economic faction. With a small family of foxes who can literally manage the economy of Hammerlocke, two of them are crafters, which of them are Carrington and her sister Chelsea the Braixen.

Carrington discovered herbalism during her early teens and grew learning how to handle herbs such as plants, seeds, berries, fungus and understanding their uses in alchemy, medicine and culinary, which her studies brought respect from her family. But that's not always the case for her younger sister, Chelsea. While she's praised from her perfume products, she's the one to be scolded by her misbehaving.

While pretty often she accepts her sister's help requests with perfume making for the benefit of her own studies, she's also the one to save her sister from most of the trouble she causes, also being the one pulling her tail out when she's flirting with someone.

Personality:

Carrington is a mild, light, carefree Delphox, with so many few worries, except by her image from the family and her sister, Chelsea. Other than that, she doesn't give one care what's going on the world. She only cares about her family and her work.

[guccifloralsuits]

God I love Adam Carrington. like who else kills his adoptive mom, gaslights his brother into thinking he’s insane to the point where he locks himself up in a mental institution, burns his real moms face off in the fireplace & switches out the plastic surgery fix-it ref to give his mom his sister’s face just for fun, poisons a guy via putting toxic paint in his office, blackmails his way into chief of staff of his hospital, hires two divers to ““accidentally”” find two bodies in the Manor’s lake effectively forcing his dad to go on trial for murder, sleeps with his sister’s mother-in-law, tries to kill his sister’s fiancé, kills some rando organized crime boss without so much a second thought bc his friends mentioned it *once*…all while being entertaining as HELL. no one is doing it like him

[itapex-draws]

Another OC I done when I was out from tumblr.

Chelsea, the shiny Braixen, or Chelsea, the Perfume Witch. Born inside of a medium-sized manor, who belonged to an ancient human family, which now harbours the House of Edsel Vulpes, a home who harbours a small family of wealthy fox pokemons, some of them involved with the Magna Fortuna Caelestis economic faction. With a small family of foxes who can literally manage the economy of Hammerlocke, two of them are crafters, which of them are Chelsea and her sister Carrington the Delphox. Chelsea's life in perfume making begun after finding books which teach how to make perfumes made of fragrant flowers by grinding them. Her first experiments were simple and bearable, as she always had the help of her older sister, but then her thoughts of making new unexpected mixtures, combined with the use of witchcraft and alchemy, her quirky personality flourished way more and gained the fame of "Chelsea, the Perfume Witch" inside of the Edsel Vulpes family, now the Edsel Vulpes family ask her older sister, Carrington, to supervise her actions more often, as she doesn't cause many trouble as necessary, as her actions might sully her family image.

[mviswidow]

thank me at dinner

Fallon Carrington x Reader

Word count: 900

Warnings: casual drinking, language

Prompt: could I request one of fallon x Female reader where fallon is kind of obvious to the fact that the reader is in love with her and reader gets all shy and flustered whenever fallon is close by her or whenever she's talking to her and fallon secretly likes the reader too but doesn't know how to deal with it and Michael casually speaks up about it to her one night as they drink and hang out and fallon is like all defensive a bit because she's to afraid to admit her feelings are true but eventually she goes and feels confident enough to ask the reader out and flirt with her more?

“You dating anyone?” Fallon asked as she took her tequila from the bartender and rested her chin on her hand.

“Nah, I’ve been busy with work,” Michael chuckled and shook his head. “But what about you and Y/n?”

Fallon choked on her drink as she threw it back and Michael patted her back until she cleared her throat and looked at him with an incredulous expression, “What about us?”

“Are you guys going out? What’s the deal?”

Her face contorted and she shook her head, now wishing she had another drink, “There’s no deal, Culhane. We’re friends- I think. I don’t know, she’s Sam’s friend, I just hang out with her sometimes.”

“Okay,” he said, dragging out the end of the word. “Well it seems to me, and probably everyone else, that you guys like each other.”

“I don’t like anyone, Michael. She’s just…”

“She’s just what?” He asked when she trailed off.

Fallon groaned and ordered another drink from the bartender before turning back to him with a scowl on her face, “I don’t know, she’s really pretty and sweet and I guess I kind of like her.”

Michael smiled, “Mhm, that’s what I thought.”

“Shut up,” She poked, now taking a sip from the cocktail she ordered. “What would you have me do anyway?”

“Ask her out,” he deadpanned, as if the answer had been super obvious.

Fallon shook her head, “I can’t do that, I don’t even know if she likes me back or whatever, besides, she’s Sam’s friend and she’ll tell him and then it’ll be weird-”

“Okay, you obviously don’t pay attention enough,” he interrupted. “That girl has the most obvious crush on you.”

Her brows furrowed and she carried a skeptical look on her face, “What are you talking about?”

“God, I didn’t think I’d have to spell it out for you, Fal. Y/n is one of the most confident people I’ve met-”

“Ehh, not really,” Fallon interrupted and took another sip from her drink.

“Not around you, because she likes you too and she gets nervous.”

Fallon stayed quiet for a moment, thinking about how you acted around her and how you did around Sam before shaking her head, “I’m just intimidating, Culhane.”

“Yeah, so is she,” he scoffed. “Just think about it.”

Fallon spent the rest of her time at the club distracted. She was replaying every moment she’d spent with you in her head, every touch you’d shared, the little things she noticed about you, and maybe she liked you a lot more than she thought. 

She ordered a water to sober up before calling her driver to let him know that she was almost ready to leave. After saying goodbye to Michael, and rolling her eyes at his smirk, she hurried into the car and wracked her brain to figure out something she could do.

By the time she’d made it to the manor, she still had nothing, but she was getting impatient and she wanted to talk to you now. You were staying in the guest room, Sam had gotten Steven to argue with Blake for it, so she popped in the restroom to check her hair and her makeup before hurrying up the stairs before she could talk herself out of whatever the fuck she was about to do.

She knocked twice on the door and stood outside anxiously waiting for you to open the door. Her anxiety bubbled up inside her as she saw a bit of light turn on and heard you walk over, though she now felt guilty because she realized you’d probably been asleep.

Your eyes widened when you saw Fallon standing outside your door, looking flawless as ever, while you stood in your pajamas, but Fallon thought you looked absolutely adorable.

“Hi,” Fallon smiled softly, now feeling a bit sheepish.

“Hi, Fal,” You forced yourself to smile back and tucked hair behind your ear nervously. “Is everything okay? It’s late.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry if I woke you up I just, I really wanted to see you.”

You felt your cheeks burn and your heart fluttered at the soft expression gracing Fallon’s features, “No, that’s okay, I don’t mind.”

Fallon nodded her head and shoved her hands in her pockets before you spoke again, “Was there something you wanted to say or.. not that your visit isn’t welcome I’m just curious, I guess.”

“I don’t know if I want to say it,” She sighed quietly and looked at you with searching eyes, which made you want to crawl back into the comfort of your bed.

“But?”

“Go on a date with me.”

You blinked a few times and your mouth opened and closed, “What?”

“Please. I don’t say please a lot, you know.”

You smiled and bit your lip, “I didn’t think you liked me back.”

Fallon frowned and stepped forward, placing a hand on your cheek and rubbing your cheekbone with her thumb, “Of course I do. You’re like, perfect.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes with a smile, “Says you.”

“I’m always right,” She said, dropping her hand. “I’ll let you go back to sleep, but thank you.”

“I believe I’m the one who should be thanking you, Fal,” You shook your head.

Fallon hummed with a small smirk, “Thank me at dinner tomorrow night.”

You chuckled and nodded your head, “Okay. I’ll be there.”

“Goodnight, Y/n,” Fallon said, taking your chin between her forefinger and thumb to tilt your head to the side so she could press a kiss to your cheek, which made you blush.

“Night, Fallon.”

[televisionpromos]

Dynasty 5x22 "Catch 22" Promo (Series Finale) - TO THE FUTURE – A new majordomo begins working at the Manor and piques the interest of the Carringtons. Blake and Cristal disagree on how to handle recent events at PPA, causing more strain between the two. The unlikely duo of Blake and Alexis go on a search and rescue mission. Fallon and Liam run through a practice labor and delivery. Jeff is put in a precarious position, one that could potentially change his future radically. Fallon is challenged by the FSN board and Dominique offers to help. Sam does not accept Culhane’s business choices and tries to sabotage Culhane’s plan. Amanda is presented an amazing opportunity which leaves Kirby questioning the future. Adam can’t seem to scheme his way out of his new mess. The episode was written by Josh Reims & Garrett Oakley and directed by Pascal Verschooris. Original airdate 9/16/2022.