#goddamnit eloise

[belladonnaprice]

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[johnisonlysleeping]

me when they do representation but pick the WRONG CHARACTER to be a lesbian:

GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I hope bridgerton gets cancelled before i have to watch Eloise fall in love and have kids with a MAN.

[thiswaycomessomethingwicked]

Cressida: I NEED to get out of this match with this horrid man. Please help me. As my girlfriend.

Eloise: mmmmm give me a minute

Me: HELP. YOUR. GIRLFRIEND. GODDAMNIT

[austenhowe]

HEAR ME OUT cressida hc and creloise persuasion brainrot

•cressida secretly plays violin (she's quite good at it; she learned during summers with a distant aunt; period-typical belief of violin played by women = lesbianism (something something about a violin resembling a woman's body and voice); she stopped playing a year or so before her debut when her distant aunt passes away (was caught by her parents playing the instrument once at their own home and the pressure to marry her off immediately increases due to this "queer" talent/inclination)

•angst, mutual pining, misunderstanding, resentment, and some unhinged bridgerton family shenanigans for levity

maybe slightly canon divergent or fully canon divergent idk and idc (I have never and will never read the books) where she pretends to be lady whistledown and whistledown outs her as an imposter and is somehow implied as a lesbian (implied that her relationship with eloise was purely for predatory reasons)

penelope is pissed about her claiming her mantle and also understandably does not have a very high opinion of cressida so a misunderstanding is perpetuated when eloise goes to penelope crying about their "friendship" break-up; maybe cressida tries to make a move and eloise, trying to make sense of what happened, somehow leads penelope to believe that cressida had nothing but predatory intentions (unfortunately, period-typical homophobia is up in here for the plot eugh)

cressida is ruined and forced out of polite society and somehow ends up being commissioned by the queen (queen charlotte is an ALLY, okay?) as a royal violinist ? (I'm making shit up, it's for plot and hc reasons, stay with me here)

ANYWAY, years pass and she makes a name for herself, gets her freedom and her bag (I imagine she branches out of the fashion of polite society and starts experimenting with her presentation 'cause fuck everybody else) and maybe gets an official title from the queen (idk how those work but let's suspend our disbelief here)

so she makes her return to polite society after having been given a formal rank/title and cue her reunion with the bridgertons; she, of course, keeps a wide berth from eloise (due to her self-loathing and her fear of being perceived as monstrous and predatory once again)

the whole bridgerton clan is in town for the season to show a united front and show support to one of the younger ones (either gregory's or hyacinth's turn I don't care which), they attend a concerto where the featured performer is one cressida cowper (this of course attracts a HUGE crowd eager to witness her return from having fallen into disgrace just over half a decade past)

the performance is of course stunning and one of the bridgertons approach (possibly, benedict or francesca) to give their compliments and get a re-introduction (for eloise's sake ofc, she's been angsting and pining for as long as cressida has) and also of course to give an invitation to their house for tea

cue eloise pining from afar while cressida resolutely avoids her gaze (she'll fold so fast if she sees the look eloise gives her; she doesn't blame her for her misfortune (eloise blames herself for that of course)

cressida still loves her but she's been burned once and maybe she IS slightly resentful (she won't entertain even the thought of once again imposing her suit on eloise)

eloise on the other hand is resigned to her solitude (she fumbled her love match and she thinks that cressida's regard cannot be regained after having been violently exiled from society as a result of her blindness and carelessness with her words/actions)

the entire bridgerton family, on the other hand, will be doing their absolute best at scheming to get these two pining idiots together (just imagine pure comedy and catharsis from all the angsting and pining! they deserve absolute happiness goddamnit!!)

they tentatively rekindle their friendship and work towards something more and of course at the end they get their happily ever after (they become wives, have an estate, and they THOROUGHLY and UNHINGEDLY make up for lost time)

--essentially, this is persuasion (1995) where cressida is a bit like captain wentworth and eloise will be a bit like anne elliot, still privileged but a bit more subdued and a bit more practical in her spinsterhood

some banger lines from persuasion (1995): "Miss Elliot, I can bear this no longer. You pierce my soul. I'm half agony, half hope. Unjust I may have been. Weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it eight years ago." // "I believe you capable of everything great and good. So long as, if I may, so long as the woman you love lives - and lives for you. All the privilege I claim for my own sex - and it is not very enviable one, you need not covet it - is that of loving longest when all hope is gone."

actually, throw in the whole letter captain wentworth wrote in here

they keep using jane austen's works as references these past two seasons so might as well give creloise persuasion (my beloved)

not a writer so I'm never gonna write this, it's just stuck in my brain so I had to get it out 😭, blame the show for getting me to listen to violin and piano covers for the past week; my imagination while listening to these covers ran away from me

p.s. in my head, it's the violin and piano cover of interstellar that gets the queen to basically bankroll cressida's violin career (images of the heaven and the earth along with all other space imagery that theme evokes and whatnot); also, piano and violin covers of lovely by billie eilish, such great heights by the postal service, and arcade by duncan laurence (my beloveds)

p.p.s. I know they won't be endgame but unfortunately my mind has latched on to this ship so please take this brain worm off my hands

[goldstargloww]

owen: okay, i think you just picked up my essential oil, by the way martyn: uhhhh, let's have a look… you and eloise have got a weird way of talking today. you keep saying "my" when it's in my inventory, it's really weird. [stifled laugh] [owen starts laughing, and martyn laughs as well] owen: d-do you like my uh, bath bomb, that i made? martyn: …oh, goddamnit, right- owen: [laughs] martyn: i'll give you YOUR essential oils if you give me MY bath bomb owen: deal martyn: is it that? was that what it was? owen: yeah, that's it, it's tiny- martyn: good trade. pleasure doing business with you owen: i-i- my bit bag is empty [laughs a bit]

[sirphillipcranestanaccount]

Coincide, realize, issue, enter, rate, exercise, chase, chat, name and leave. Wip game

This one had several hits

Realize(d):

Eloise woke up to the scraping sound of hangers being shuffled in the closet. She turned her head to check the time, only to see that her alarm clock wasn’t where it usually was. She soon realized that this was because she was waking up in Phillip’s bed.

~~~~

Eloise had really just needed a win, goddamnit.

She choked back a sob as she realized what her life had come to if anonymous beach sex in Bali would have been chalked up as a “win”.

~~~~

Phillip realized he needed to enlist outside help.

Issue:

This morning, however, Phillip found that he had completed his breakfast and put a considerable dent in this quarter’s issue of Curtis’s Botanical Magazine while waiting for his wife to join him. Never one to shirk his duties as a doting husband, Phillip returned to their bedroom to check on her.

Enter(ed)

“I’m sorry Phillip, your wife is no more. I’m afraid she has been replaced by a stagecoach.” Eloise said from the bed as Phillip entered.

~~~~

As they entered the bed-chamber he set her down and kissed her lips once more.

Rate

“Moaning already?” she said with a hint of arrogance, “At this rate, you’ll be screaming by the time I’m done with you.”

Name(d)

Okay, it definitely wasn’t Phineas. Eloise might be drunk, but she’d have to be incoherent to forget that the man whose throat her tongue was jammed down ten minutes earlier was named Phineas.

~~~~

“As tempting as that is, Oliver might wish to be a respectable baronet, so I won’t sully the name of Romney Hall too much with my eccentricities,” he said, pulling his coat on and walking over to her.

Leave

“Of course darling. Any other requests before I take my leave?”

[kiara-carrera]

it’s the fact that i’m waiting on seven books and not a single one has shipped and i just know in my soul that the ones i don’t need atm will come before the ones i do need

[shameonmeeguiltypleasure]

Yeeaaah.... So I 100% believe and support the possibility that Anthony literally dadparented little Penelope whenever she was over to visit.

Hence why, I imagine part of why Colin took forever to know his feelings is because he was low-key being dadthreatened by Anthony 😂 and all throughout this Benedict is just like 'The fuck you doing Ant? We want her to be an official legal Bridgerton!?'

The best part is Anthony not even realizing he's doing it until the day Colin announced he was going to marry her. Then Anthony is just like " Excuse me!? Did you ask me for permission!? That is my tiny unofficial daughter who can do way better than you!!" And Benedict is just like "Goddamnit Ant!! We are so close to keeping her with us forever LEGALLY!!"

Cue Eloise 100% not knowing why Anthony is acting like a dad for Pen but supporting it entirely and offering to get him the shotgun 😂🤣😂🤣

[glowingbadger]

You may have a little Lorenz Prompt as promised. As a treat. Here goes~

Lorenz taking thorough notes to surprise his s/o (is it the blog owner? the reader? some random character? It doesn't matter~!) with the most lovely, romantic date imaginable based around everything they like. He wouldn't put in this much effort to TRULY impress someone, but you're worth every step and more.

Enjoy where this takes your thoughts~!

(and pls don't eat it, Tumblr)

Y'know what, I've had a shitty day and I just finished writing some darker content- so I am going to ~indulge~. Normally I try to make my Reader character as broadly relatable as possible, but today we're going with MY preferences and interests because I WANT A NICE DATE WITH LORENZ GODDAMNIT

Lorenz (FE3H) x GN Reader - perfect date

Fluff - SFW

Today simply has to be flawless- the Gloucester heir will not accept any less. Not when it comes to you. Of course, Lorenz holds himself to high standards in all things, but the thought of providing anything less than perfection for you is one that pains him to even consider. Especially now that he'd finally gotten the courage- or, rather, found the right and proper time to ask you to spend the day with him.

You approach him at the Monastery gates not long after noon that day, and find your pace slowing as you eye him before he's noticed you. Without his usual elegant set of armor, you can appreciate the way constant marching and training has toned his slender frame- and appreciate it, you most certainly do. Though he soon turns to face you, and your eyes dart back up from a rather ignoble place to meet his instead.

"You're as radiant as ever, I see," he says with a warm smile. He offers you an arm and you take it, replying with a grin,

"You've already got me for the day, Lorenz, there's no need for flattery."

"'Flattery' implies a measure of falsehood," he says with confidence, leading you towards town, "and I could never bring myself to lie to one so lovely."

As your time together proceeds, you can't help but feel that, some way, somehow, Lorenz has some kind of psychic insight into your preferences. Everywhere you turn, whatever your heart could desire is immediately available and set before you with hardly any negotiation at play. At the first flower stall you find, Lorenz takes a moment to exchange words with the owner while you admire the sprawling array of colorful blooms; and by the time he's returned, he's holding a woven crown of delicate little white flowers. With an admiring smile, he carefully places it on your head, a hand trailing down a lock of your hair as he pulls away to observe you.

With a shy grin, you perform an exaggerated curtsy, prompting Lorenz to laugh fondly and take you by the hand. He twirls you slowly under his arm, watching you all the while, then says,

"They suit you every bit as wonderfully as I'd thought."

"They're my favorites," you reply.

"I know- erm, that is- I know of a superb bakery down the block this way," Lorenz seems a bit red in the face, but you chalk that up to nerves.

He's not wrong though- this bakery is something else. The selection and quality of ingredients is on an entirely new level compared to the Monastery's dining hall, and you find yourself overwhelmed even reading down the list of items posted to the wall. By your third pass over the full range of options, the words are starting to dance in your eyes- but a warm touch at your arm shakes your focus. Lorenz leans close to be heard over the rapidly growing crowd at the bakery's counter,

"Might I make a recommendation?" you nod, and he goes on, "I happen to have it on good authority that there's an item not included on this menu that you may like. It incorporates three different treatments of Brigid cocoa, if that is of any interest to you."

Your eyes light up and you can practically feel the rich sweetness across your tongue already.

"That sounds incredible," you reply, enraptured by the very thought. When you start to ask how he'd heard of such a thing, Lorenz has already turned to speak to the worker taking orders, and your words drown among the crowd of customers. The speed at which he acquires this mythical pastry only fills your mind with more questions. How did he manage to purchase an off-menu item so quickly? Wouldn't the cost of something requiring those many luxurious imported ingredients be astronomical?

But then, Lorenz returns to your side and guides you out of the crowded shop, and the sight of the delectable chocolatey treat in his hands dashes all other thoughts from your mind. He hands it to you wrapped in a handkerchief, and you can't help but immediately plunge in for a bite.

"Mmmm-!" you wear an expression of pure bliss as your mouth fills with sweet, savory chocolate, "Oh- Lorenz, it's so good!"

When you glance up at him, he's watching you with a strangely heavy expression. Once more, his fair complexion is painted a light red. You tilt your head curiously, and he seems to resurface from whatever thoughts had taken him for the moment.

"Here- you should try some," you break off a piece and hold it up to him.

"Are- are you certain? I had intended for you to enjoy it to your heart's content," he stammers out, evidently still a bit flushed.

"I want you to get to have some too. Please?" You hate to resort to puppy eyes with him, but it's hard to argue with the results. He leans forward and accepts the piece of pastry from your hand. You don't shy away from him in the slightest, and so a brief brush of his lower lip along the tip of your finger simply can't be avoided. Lorenz does his best to move past this without acknowledgement, and you two enjoy your treat together as you take in the bustle of the town around you.

The day continues in kind, with Lorenz apparently having painstakingly arranged every element of this date from start to finish. At a local seller of antiques and luxury goods, he secures permission to view and explore rare and dazzling paintings from around the world. Here, he's rather uncharacteristically reserved. Wandering the storage area like your own personal art museum, he watches you with evident warmth as you exclaim at the rich and varied pigments, the innovative expressions of human form, and so on.

After this, he brings you to a tavern at the far end of town, where he's reserved the second floor exclusively for you two to enjoy a quiet, intimate meal together. By this point, you've finally gotten around to considering just how much gold must have gone into this singular date.

"Lorenz," you say cautiously, "are you sure it's okay to go through all of this and spend so much just for-"

He raises a hand to cut you off, then replies,

"I assure you that it is," he takes your hand in his, holding it warmly from across your private table, "wealth has no value that we ourselves do not assign to it, and I have chosen to spend it on your pleasure. I can think of no greater use for a bit of coin."

The rest of the early evening is filled with pleasant chat and the occasional subtle sweet-talk. As you discuss everything you've seen and experienced that day, Lorenz engages you with surprisingly astute comments and observations. He's always at his best when he feels permitted to simply talk with you, as one person to another, free of the pressures and expectations of his birthright that he shoulders without a thought.

The sun is steadily lowering behind the hills and walls of the surrounding town by the time you make your way back together. As you walk hand in hand watching the Monastery gates rise ahead of you, Lorenz clears his throat abruptly and says,

"If I may steal you away for just a little while longer, there was... actually someone I thought you'd like to meet."

"Oh? What an honor," you say with a smile, "Do I get any hints?"

Lorenz gives a good-natured chuckle and says,

"Only that I think you'll get along splendidly."

And of all places throughout Garreg Mach's grounds, you begin to recognize that he is leading you towards the stables. You've met Lorenz's horse before- a lovely mare with a calm and agreeable temperment. If not her, then...

"Eloise?" Lorenz calls out in a gentle voice, "Eloise, come say hello- Ellie? Come now, don't tell me you've chosen tonight to become bashful..." at his call, a svelte black cat with delicate little white paws comes trotting out to meet you. Your heart positively aches and melts at the sight of her eagerly approaching Lorenz with clear comfort and familiarity.

"Lorenz, you... have a cat?" You say with obvious disbelief.

"She's one of the Monastery's strays, to be clear," he says, "She helps with the mice in the stables. Evidently, she had become quite fond of my preferred horse- and so eventually became fond of me as well."

Fond seems an understatement- she very clearly adores him. With a chorus of happy little mews, she circles his legs and rubs against him until he crouches down to offer her his hand. As he does, a shred of parchment flutters from his pocket onto the ground. Eloise targets it like a seasoned warrior and pounces at it with gusto. With a laugh, you kneel down to retrieve whatever this paper she's captured might be.

"Now Eloise, none of that- you must behave genteel-like with guests."

As he firmly lectures the cat, you glance at the paper in your hand. Nearly every inch of it is covered in an elegant, curling script that you imagine must belong to Lorenz. It looks like a... list of some kind. As your eyes scan down the page, you begin to recognize a pattern. Your favorite flowers, favorite desserts, favorite types of books and places around town- plus, to the side, the word "cats?" underlined several times. For a moment, you simply cover your mouth to hold in a snort of laughter. Then, you come to kneel beside Lorenz as he's failing to convince his feline friend to stop swatting at his hair.

"So- you've been taking very thorough notes lately." you say, nudging his arm playfully. He turns to face you with an immediate look of panic. Lavender eyes widen and glance down to the parchment in your hand, then back to you. He visibly deflates and says,

"Goddess- you must find me such a fool-"

You press your lips firmly to his before he can say another word. With a soft noise of surprise, his eyes flutter shut and he leans into your kiss. His lips are wonderfully soft, and the subtle scent of his cologne surrounds your senses as you tilt your head to seal your lips to his more firmly. You're not certain how long you remain like this, but only the dull ache of kneeling on the dirt and the incessant sound of Eloise bapping her paw against the paper in your hand bring you back to your surroundings. When you part from him, you brush aside the silky curtain of his hair to run your hand along his face, and say,

"I had a wonderful time today, Lorenz- and it means the world to me that you put so much thought into this. But next time, you don't have to study so hard, okay?"

For a moment, he seems speechless. Then, he gives a shy chuckle.

"You have bested me yet again, it would seem. How can I ever hope to become a man worthy of you when you are ever more lovely with each passing day?"

Eloise gives an insistent chirp and rubs once more against his leg, evidently tired of distractions from the attention she feels she's owed. Your smile widens, and you scratch her ear fondly.

"I think there's at least two of us who like you just as you are, Lorenz."

[imagine-moonlovers]

Vampires reaction to Eloise repeatedly bringing home stray cats/dogs (or other animals) to nurse them back to health - and having a hard time letting the animals go again? Thank you sweetie 💖

I was waiting to do this one ever since I got it like, too long ago, because this is so cute and I just wanted to do it <3

Vladimir doesn’t like it, because this is not an animal shelter, goddamnit! But he gets over it. Most of them are fosters, anyway, but alas, devil lies in details. Most of them are fosters. No, don’t give him a cat, he hates cats—oh look, now he has a cat. Wonderful.

Beliath doesn’t very much know what to think about it at first. He’s not exactly fond of animals, and almost all of those he interacted with were strays—precisely the strays that Eloise targets. But he finds the transformation from a mangy, half-dead skeleton into a proper, happy animal quite fascinating. He also may or may not be a little scared of cats.

Ivan is afraid he’ll hurt them, but on the other hand, he actually really approves of the idea, and would very much like to help. But the animals are small and more delicate than humans, hell, most of them are unwell. He’s more afraid of them than they’ll ever be of him.

Aaron doesn’t mind the animals at all. He’s met plenty woodland creatures when he was running around in wolf form, and other animals don’t bother him. He might pack-bond with the dogs, though, and then adopting them out might get a little difficult, so Eloise should be wary of that.

Ethan grumbles and complains about all the strays because he hates them and they’re everywhere, and they get so clingy and yes, he will splinter that break, he will clean that bite wound, no, he did not just go and buy veterinary textbooks he found them just lying around, yes they were pristine and fresh, why would he lie, shut up.

Raphael would actually enjoy it a lot. Animals are nice, they don’t ask uncomfortable questions, generally don’t crowd, they just are. He’ll actively help nurse them back to health, partly because he knows a bit of medicine and partly because he just enjoys animals.

Neil doesn’t interact with the animals very much, preferring to just rest—but he found himself awake with a meandering stray more than once, and he has to say, he’s enjoying the company. He thinks he’s starting to understand the point of therapy animals.

[jheselbraum]

Oh nice. You know what stands on four legs, Eloise??? ELEPHANTS. 

[imagine-moonlovers]

The love interests reaction to finding out that Eloise is actually a witch?

That’s actually right up my alley because I’m writing a fic in which Eloise is, indeed, a witch. Here I’m assuming she didn’t get chalice’d due to her witchiness because she knows how to not be stupid, and if she slips into stupid, she’s capable of at least stopping a vampire for a moment.

Vladimir would be surprised. Her parents had no magic to them, otherwise he would have been in some deep trouble. Maybe it skipped a generation?

Beliath - the house is full of vampires, his mother is an ancient succubus—and now the house’s owner is a witch? Honestly, he should’ve seen that coming.

Ivan - piqued interest. It’s magic! Real-life magic! Now if only he could muster enough courage to approach her about it.

Aaron has met witches before, and chances are, has sniffed Eloise out before she revealed herself. He’s much more interested if she’s friendly or not.

Ethan wants to be angry because goddamnit! Magic! He did not sign up for this bullshit that makes no sense! And then he remembers he’s a vampire with bullshit powers and gets more angry.

Raphael, due to his blindness, perceives world differently, and magic has a special feel to it as well. He realizes what Elosie is the second she enters his range, and instantly becomes wary. Witches are crafty, and vampires are chock-full of rare alchemy ingredients, after all.

[imagine-moonlovers]

Hi, can you please do Aaron's reaction on s/o who's obsessed with growing plants in the house and she has everything from like ficuses and orchids to tomatoes and pomegranates (i mean it's so satisfying to be able to grow something at home, don't judge me :D)

Hi! Sure, I can do that! For simplicity sake, I’ll use the default name for the MC.

Oh goddamnit, not another one. First Vladimir and his flowers, and now what—?

Aaron sighed, as he looked around the entryway. It was definitely out of ordinary—there were pots and bags of soil, and seedlings and seeds and all other supplies he didn’t even know how to name all over the hall, on the end table, on the ground, even on the stairs. Eloise was in the middle of this mess, looking awfully pleased with herself.

“What on Earth is this?” Aaron asks, because—what the hell?

Eloise turns to look at him, and smiles. “Well, since I finally have my own house, I can have as many plants as I want. And trust me, I’m going to have many.”

Well, that seemed fair.

“Others might not like it,” Aaron says, because it’s a valid concern. Eloise looks at him as if he’s stupid.

“Others don’t own the manor,” she tells him matter-of-factly. She hums for a while, looking between him, and the clay pots—they all look heavy, and how on Earth did she even manage to get them all here?—and Aaron can see cogs turning in her head. He knows what she’s going to ask before she voices it. “Will you help me?”

“I—Uh—”

“Please?” she asks, looking at him with those wide, white eyes.

“I don’t know anything about plants, that’s Vladimir’s thing—”

“I’ll teach you!” Eloise chirps with a smile, and—yeah, he’s done for. He’s weak, okay? And it’s not like he has anything better to do.

“If you say so,” he sighs with a small smile.

[imagine-moonlovers]

hi, reading your blog is a pleasure and I am very glad that I found it❤❤❤ Could you write a small HC in which Ethan realized that he fell in love with Eloise and how he would behave with his feeling, please?

Okay so, it’s not a secret at all that I headcanon Ethan as a hopeless tsundere with a case of insecurity and inferior complexes. Him falling in love is—interesting.

It creeps up on him and makes itself at home without him realizing, only to then slam him with the grace of a sledgehammer. He doesn’t realize that he’s in love and then he is, and it startles him and it scares him and makes him angry at the same time because Eloise is human, and he hates humans, and they’ve never did anything good for him anyway, and also he’s a fuckup with a crapload of his own demons to deal with, goddamnit—but he likes her. For whatever reason he does, he likes her, more than he thinks he should more than he thinks he deserves, and he just feels better with he, like he belongs, like there’s a reason to try and be a better person.

He hates it. He’s afraid of it.

He doesn’t want it to stop.

(How the fuck is he even supposed to confess. Will she even take him seriously?)