#hyacinth smith

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Rereading The Door Before always makes me sad because we see the Smith family, Albert and Trudie and Daniel and Harriet and Circe and Hyacinth and Lawrence, all of them, alive, happy, together, and I think how by the time of The Dragon's Tooth almost all of them are dead.

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The apprentices of the head curators for my Teeth universe! Should I have probably done the masters first? Yeah! Did I? No! Anyway more about them under the cut sdfghhgfd

Btw side note any person in any guild can take an apprentice. A majority of apprentices just apprentice under anyone that will take them. However apprenticing under the head Curator of the guild is veryyy special as whoever the Curator takes as an apprentice has basically a 90% chance of becoming the next head (they still have to prove themselves but their chances are a lot higher).

And also a little thing but the apprentices are usually allowed to dress however they'd like as long as they have one item that corresponds with the color of their guilds designated gem. "Usually" as the master has the final say on what their apprentice is allowed to wear.

Luka Finchetti: Idk why I originally gave him a different last name that didn't make sense considering Giles adopted Luka when he was a baby so I changed it ANYWAY You all know Luka!! Sweet little guy!! He's very happy-go-lucky and looks up to Giles as both a father and master. Although coming off as innocent, he's not necessarily stupid and is capable of doing hard work (even if he acts like a wuss while doing it). When he's older, he still holds onto his childlike optimism and believes a good attitude is needed to work well with the dead.

Shane (Cassandra) Conroy: When Cassandra came out with orange hair that seemed to match the Amber color of the Life guild, Cain (her uncle and head curator of the Life guild), took that as a sign that she would be the apprentice for him. But his brother (Cassandra's father) and his sister in law seemed to have different ideas, wanting Cassandra to chose what guild she wanted for herself. Naturally, Cain murdered them both and raised Cassandra, or, Shane as his own. Shane is sarcastic and even though she's not the eldest, she's seen as an older sister by most. The Life guild has definitely left a bad taste in her mouth, but her desire to protect Luka has her curious about the Protection guild.

Dorian Laurent: Dorian is an apprentice that is truly and thoroughly in love with the guild he's in. With his strong people skills and ability to know what customers want before they even know they want it, he was practically made to be the new head of the Textile guild. He is a little bit stuck up and hoity toity, but only to those who are willingly ignorant. If you ask him to explain something, he gladly will. But he hates people talking nonsense about clothing. He has strong opinions on fashion and a small pet peeve of his is the fact his master doesn't actually wear emerald green. (She's the one that made his suit because "he looks so handsome in it!" but the color disgusts him. He rebels in his own way by wearing a tie that is the correct green).

Bedelia Smith: The problem with being the only normal girl surrounded by apprentices that are riddled with litanies of issues is that relating to your peers is surprisingly hard. People have always told Bedelia that she was so mature and motherly for her age, so naturally she took to the Cooking guild, making her abilities known before eventually being taken apprentice by Bubba. Secretly, although she's very happy in her guild, she'd like to be known for something more about her rather then her skills. (Although the Cooking guild's gem is Citrine, she wears an orange bandana because her father worked for the Life guild)

Hyacinth Ferris: Hyacinth is one of the many apprentices who came into the care of their master unwillingly. When caught out in a snowstorm, Hyacinth was cornered by Ishmael who was in a feral haze and in order to save herself, she cut off her own arm to satiate him, giving her time to escape. Afterwards when he came to his senses, he offered a spot as his apprentice as an apology. She felt like she couldn't refuse but has since become intensely loyal to her master and feels a kinship with how he's isolated from others. But this isolation causes her to struggle to make friends with the other apprentices.

Edward Lich: No matter how much he wishes he could just disappear into the background, Edward's shockingly tall stature always brings eyes on him. Which is why he found solace in the quiet of the Horticulture guild. Kinda like Hyacinth, Edward doesn't have the easiest time interacting with the other apprentices. But unlike her, Edward has no problem verbalizing what he thinks. This is entirely to his detriment as he's gained the reputation of being rude when in reality he's just painfully blunt. (Ex: if a boy he liked *cough cough Apollo* touched him on the arm. He would say "Don't touch me." when in his thought process would be more of "Wow I can't believe he's touching me! But he's making my stomach feel fluttery! I can't handle this!) If you give him time to apologize and clarify what he means, he's very sweet.

Ginny Waslin: As her parents were both polite, prim and proper Textile workers, they were greatly unprepared for the storm of energy their daughter was. So they practically begged anyone to apprentice her so they could get her out of the house. Claudia thought she could put Ginny's energy to good use and took her in under the Construction guild. Ginny often acts like a brat when she doesn't get her way and has a strong need to always be in charge. Much of her "bad" behavior comes from the fact that she's desperate for attention.

Apollo Bellerophon: Coming from a long line of head curators of the Protection guild, Apollo is obligated to do the same. However, what his family just doesn't seem to understand is that he doesn't have the physical strength or stamina to keep up with the needs of Protection guild. He has chronic fatigue and other ailments that his family ignores. Those who are patient and understanding enough to stick around know Apollo as a dry humored and quick witted young man. He'd much rather be in the Textile guild if you ask him.

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These fuckers are my Hyacinthus and Apollo

[strangeangel22]

ITS SPRINGTIME!!! ITS SO WARM!!! I LOVE LIFE!!!!!! nature is waking up and whatever and its 70 degrees sometimes. life is manageable.

[ishowerwithcats]

Blessed Ostara!

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[tateshifts]

MATTHEO RIDDLE moodboard & dr headcanons!

1 • he loves hot showers, so hot to the point he feels like his skin is melting off. they relieve all the pressure and stress he felt that day.

2 • very obvious but he is a heavy drinker- it just makes everything in his head quiet which is why he abuses alcohol.

3 • ANGER ISSUES!!! this man has no self control when he’s in a heated moment. he just lashes out and releases all his pent up anger on someone or something whether it’s physical or verbal, he has no shame. UNTIL the aftermath when he’s drinking away the pain.

4 • concerts are HIS THING. he lovesss being in the pit with a crowd just screaming songs for hours, just dancing under the lights and dancing around. he’s reallyyy in his element here. concert basher 4L

5 • the smiths, the 1975, chase atlantic, the evermore album by TS, sleeping at last, post malone, cold play, TV girl, arctic monkeys, the neighbourhood, frank ocean, brent faiyaz… are all part of his go to playlist.

6 • he’s allergic to cats but he loves them so much, always friendly with the cats around school and pets them in secret. he really wants a black cat named auggie but he’s having trouble finding a black hypoallergenic cat :/

7 • theo is his ride or die. he loves that man more than anything in the world. (apart from me…)

8 • this man can draw??? he draws things he finds beautiful, his journal is full of his thoughts that surround his drawings, kind of like captions but it’s what he felt at the time. hyacinths and bluebells, british shorthair and ragdoll cats, oak and spruce trees, and outlines of students in the hall that pass him just fill the pages of his journal.

[bosbas]

Chapter 6: you had to kill me, but it killed you just the same

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pairing: benedict bridgerton x best friend!fem!reader WC: 4.0k words

Warnings: period-typical gender roles, idiots in love being idiots in love, angst, miscommunication (ish), lots of feelings in this one, benedict actually being the biggest idiot known to man, slow burn continues to slowly burn

Summary: You and Benedict have been best friends since childhood, but things change dramatically once you come out in society. You’re struggling to find someone you’re as compatible with and who knows you as well as Benedict, all while trying to quell your ever-growing feelings for him. Shenanigans ensue.

A/N: kind of a Benedict heavy chapter oops

May 29, 1814 - The Featherington Ball two nights prior proved quite the romantic affair, prompting not one, not two, but three proposals in its aftermath. The inquisitive minds among you may inquire, 'To whom were these proposals directed?' But the more important question, dearest reader, is of the identity of the proposer. The answer is quite simple: it was Mr Nigel Berbrooke on all three occasions. And so, the members of the ton may be unsurprised to find that Mr Berbrooke was met with three swift rejections. One hopes that Mr Berbrooke will have a shift in fortune at the Smythe-Smith musicale tomorrow night. 

Among other news, our esteemed diamond has fled the spotlight. Miss Y/N Beaumont has not been spotted in the ton since the night of the Featherington ball. While Mr. Alexander Beaumont, her brother, cited an awful headache as the reason for her early departure from the ball, this author wonders whether Miss Beaumont was simply through with the social scene. One could certainly not blame her if Nigel Berbrooke is the only man of the ton who has taken romantic action this season. Hopefully, the Smythe-Smith abode will provide a better stage for young love, and if not, then at least the musicale will undoubtedly prove very entertaining. 

As Francesca finished her dramatic reading of the Whistledown column, she was met with resounding laughter from her siblings. Although Nigel Berbrooke's lackluster success in his romantic pursuits was amusing in itself, Lady Whistledown's sharp wit and Francesca's theatrical flare only added to the absurdity of his situation. 

Even Benedict, who was in a disagreeable mood because he hadn't spoken to you since the ball, couldn't help but chuckle. Eloise, breathless from laughter, extended her heartfelt condolences to the three unfortunate ladies who had fallen victim to the decidedly disagreeable Mr. Berbrooke. 

"Three proposals in two days, all met with rejection? Positively ghastly," remarked Anthony, shaking his head in amusement. 

Hyacinth was quick with a playful dig at her older brother. "Bold of you to assume you would be more successful than him, brother," came her retort, met with more giggles from her sisters and a feigned gasp of offense from Anthony.

"I assure you I absolutely would, dear Hyacinth. To start, I would refrain from pursuing three women at once. But you can rest peacefully knowing that whenever I choose to propose, my future wife will say yes in an instant," he drawled, a playful arrogance underscoring his words.

"I'd certainly like to see you try," Ben spoke, a slight edge to his voice. "Proposing to someone, I mean." Anthony turned to face his brother on the couch and raised his eyebrows, unimpressed. 

He retorted with an equally cutting edge to his voice, "In reality, Benedict, it seems that you are in a better position to propose than I am, don't you think?"

As the thick tension in the room became palpable, Francesca, Eloise, and Hyacinth held their breath in anxious anticipation. Though neither brother displayed outward aggression, their words carried an unmistakable undercurrent of intensity.

Benedict's breathing grew heavier, his eyes narrowing. Keeping his temper in check, he shot back sarcastically, "And what, pray tell, gives you that impression, dear brother?" Silent ripples of anger emanated from him, and the Bridgerton sisters felt a rising unease as the dispute seemed on the verge of eruption.

Sharp and deadly, Anthony's voice cut through the charged silence of the sitting room, "The fact that you already have someone to propose to, perhaps."

Anthony had barely finished speaking when Benedict rose abruptly, hands formed into tight fists at his sides. With a murderous look on his face, he ground out, "Actually, I don't believe I do." 

Seeing Anthony open his mouth to respond, Ben cut in quickly, pure poison dripping from his voice, "You are mistaken, Anthony. I have absolutely no one to propose to. There is simply nothing there. Nothing that a marriage can be built on, at least. I am aware that Y/N is looking for a husband, but it will most certainly not be me."

Hyacinth let out a quiet gasp of disbelief, quickly covering her mouth. Benedict swiftly stormed out of the room, leaving his siblings in dumbfounded silence. After a brief pause, Anthony shook his head, cursing under his breath and running after Benedict.

Benedict could barely feel his legs, white-hot anger flooding through him as he made his way to his bedroom. Typically, in such intense moments, he sought solace outdoors or channeled his frustrations into his art. But he had spent too many afternoons watching your nose scrunch as you laughed on the swings with him in the garden, and the walls of his studio were entirely filled with endless incomplete sketches of you, so he found the prospect rather unbearable at the moment. 

But he felt Anthony's firm hand on his shoulder before he could reach the staircase. Rolling his eyes and turning around, Ben spat a callous, "What?"

"Benedict, you are being ridiculous," came Anthony's response, in a tone of voice that was not unkind. "I cannot pretend to understand the inner workings of your friendship with Y/N, but I do know that you are inadvertently distracting her from finding a husband."

Entirely disarmed by his brother's change in tone, Benedict let out a long breath, defeated. He ran his hands through his hair, clearly frustrated by his impossible situation.

"Perhaps the kindest thing to do would be to let her go," pressed Anthony carefully, aware of the sensitivity of the topic. "I doubt she is aware of it herself, but the girl clearly has some sort of feelings for you, and you are only leading her on, so to speak."

Benedict could only nod, anxiously chewing at his lower lip. He knew his actions at the Featherington ball were not helping in your search for a husband, but it hurt just as much to stay away. Either way, Ben was desperate to speak with you. He knew he had to give you space, but it had been two days of complete silence from both of you, and he was itching to apologize properly.

---

As you waited outside of the Bridgerton residence, you shifted on your feet. Usually, you were happy to walk in unannounced, the closeness between your family and the Bridgertons removing the need for formalities. But you were nervous to see Ben. You hadn't seen him in a few days, let alone spoken to him, and you really would rather not have the conversation you were about to have with him. Cass suggested sending him a letter, but you couldn't imagine him opening it alone, reading that you wanted distance from him. It was much better to do this in person, and hopefully, he would understand your situation. He would have to, as the Smythe-Smith musicale was tonight, and both of you would be in attendance. 

Steeling yourself, you opened the front door and walked in, greeting the butler with a smile and a short wave, as you usually did. You practically skipped to the back door, eager to see Benedict despite dreading the difficult conversation ahead. You found him on the swings, staring off into the vast expanse of the Bridgerton garden. As you reached him, you tapped his shoulder three times and uttered a soft "Hi, Ben."

Immediately turning toward you, his face lit up in joy, and he stood up to hug you tight, spinning you around. "Well, hello! It's been far too long. How have you been?" 

As you both settled into the swings, you cleared your throat uncomfortably. "I've been alright. How about you?" 

"I've been alright. Anthony has been as irritating as ever, but unfortunately, there's no cure for that at the minute," he answered, earning a soft laugh from you. 

But your face dropped quickly, and you found yourself anxiously chewing your lip and staring into his perceptive eyes. Wordlessly, he asked you what was wrong with a slight tilt of his head and furrow of his brow. 

You cleared your throat again and spoke, "I apologize for running off the other night. I feel like I should explain myself. I've had some time to think in the past few days, and I do realize that I overreacted a bit, and for that, I am sorry." 

He reached over to grab your hand, rubbing his thumb in a comforting manner. Although it pained you, and you wanted nothing more than to lean into his touch, you carefully took your hand out of his grasp and set it in your own lap. A look of hurt flashed briefly across his eyes, and you felt your throat tighten and your stomach ache. But you had to continue. You had to get it all out now while you still had momentum.

"I just-" you paused. "Um, it might... benefit me... if we took some time apart," you said. You knew Benedict was trying to hide how crestfallen he truly was, but you knew him too well to be oblivious to his pain. 

You quickly jumped into your loosely prepared speech, "I don't mean away completely! And I don't mean forever, of course. I just think I could benefit from us... not acting how we usually do while I am trying to attract suitors."

He let your words hang in the air, fully processing what you were saying. "Of course, whatever you need. I'm sorry if I was distracting you from-"

"No!" you cut in. "Not at all! I think I was more distracting myself. This is not your fault in the least, Ben, and I'm sorry it's affecting you."

With a small smile, he shook his head, "It's quite alright, darling. I understand completely."

Except you really didn't think he understood. At all. 

"Maybe... maybe we could refrain from dancing at future balls? And perhaps it is not the best idea for you to call me darling. Or kiss me on the forehead. And I know I get anxious sometimes, and you really do help me when you hold my hand, but maybe we could refrain from that as well? And I still want to see you loads, obviously, but maybe I won't ignore any potential suitors who come calling in the mornings in favor of coming to see you here."

Benedict was staring at you dumbly. Hearing you say, out loud, everything that needed to change, it was astounding to him how close of a friendship the two of you had. But he understood. Oh, did he understand. And he would do anything for you, even if anything involved giving up ballroom dances, because, let's be honest, who else would he dance with if not you. He realized you were staring at him expectantly, and he nodded quickly.

"Yes, yes, of course, dar-" He cringed internally. Perhaps this would be more challenging than expected. "Yes, of course, Y/N," he finished. 

You smiled back gratefully, responding, "Well, that's settled then."

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Benedict's earlier confidence in his ability to refrain from touching you was proving to be completely misguided. He had been at the musicale for barely an hour before he felt himself nearly vibrating with the need to be close to you. He had watched as you talked with suitor after suitor, patiently waiting for you to come over when you had a spare moment. But the spare moment never came. You were utterly enthralled in your conversations, not even sparing him a glance. The only time you had spoken to him was a small "Hello!" in passing as you walked across the ballroom holding Lord Egerton's forearm. At least you were not ignoring him purposefully, but he was still moping dejectedly about the ballroom, unable to join in the lively banter his siblings and yours always provided.

His night had not improved much by the time the musicale was over. His mother had pleaded with him to dance with Penelope Featherington, and he had begrudgingly complied. Of course, he usually enjoyed the girl's company, but tonight, he would have preferred to sulk in a corner of the ballroom by himself. Ben had also gone to the terrace with Colin and Alex but quickly opted to go back inside and torture himself by keeping an eye on you. The whole time he observed you, he could feel an unpleasant feeling deep in his stomach that traveled up his torso until it settled uncomfortably in his chest. It was an exercise in masochism, watching you flirt and smile and even giggle with other men. But Ben knew he could do nothing about it, aside from stewing in his own despair, of course. You had explicitly asked him for a chance to properly be courted without his interference, and it would be cruel to disallow you that. 

While Benedict had a relatively uneventful but painful evening, you barely had a moment to yourself. Gentleman after gentleman, followed by mama after mama, came to ask you to dance or talk to you. You smiled through it all, of course, but as the night wore on, you became more and more irritable, finding that you simply wanted to go and chat to Benedict for a few minutes, to take a break from social niceties and have a laugh or two with him, at least. But you needed to stay focused, or your talk with Ben would have been for nothing.

After hours of listening to the grueling sounds of the Smythe-Smiths playing various instruments, you rejoiced when your mother interrupted your conversation with some earl or viscount and his mother. Their names escaped you, but at this point in the night, you were proud of yourself for even giving them more than one-word answers. Politely excusing yourself from the pair, you smiled gratefully at your mother, who only laughed good-naturedly at your distress. 

"I didn't see you talking to Ben much tonight. Is everything alright with the two of you?" 

You looked at your mother, cringing. "That obvious, was it?"

She gave you a questioning look and smiled, answering, "Given that the two of you usually are attached at the hip at every event you attend, yes, it was quite obvious."

You rolled your eyes at her, hiding how truly upset you were that you and Ben had taken some time apart. "We were not that attached! Besides, it's only one ball where I was more focused on finding a husband than my best friend. You should be happy!"

---

It had not, in fact, been only one ball. You had now gone five consecutive balls without dancing with Benedict. Opportunities to talk with you at these events were scarce, and he was lucky if he managed to secure a mere five minutes alone. Colin had noticed him looking dejected and morose at every social event, not that Ben was trying particularly hard to hide it, and asked about you. Benedict's response to his brother's concern was curt and evasive, a gruff "everything is fine." 

Despite the distance, Ben found solace in your afternoons together after you had finished seeing callers. The moment you saw him, you would relax and launch into a lengthy explanation of the latest exciting information you had acquired from the vast library in the Beaumont home since none of the "so-called gentlemen" bothered to listen to you, as you put it. 

He did enjoy your ramblings and appreciated the opportunity to ramble himself, launching into detailed studies of his favorite artists of the time. However, he was finding himself less able to put on a happy front when he barely talked to you for days at a time. At this point, he was not even harboring any negative feelings toward any of your suitors; he just missed you. His days felt empty and long, not having been apart from you for this long since before you could speak, probably. His family had noticed, and he was growing sick of their soft voices and careful treatment of him. He just wanted you back. He wanted to feel your head on his lap again and spend hours by your side in his art studio, painting on a canvas as you sat near him and read. Most of all, he missed the comfortable intimacy that came with your friendship, the quiet understanding that had been feeling out of sorts since you asked him for some space. 

So, when you had bounded into the Bridgerton home this afternoon, carrying a new book in tow, he knew he couldn't go on the way the two of you were right now. You immediately noticed Benedict's tense mood, even more so than usual, and did not relent until he spoke to you about what was bothering him. You had a feeling you knew what he was going to say, having also felt his absence to the point of distraction, and had prepared to have a talk with Ben whenever he was ready. You would usually give in to anything he asked of you, having little to no self-control when it came to Benedict Bridgerton, but you knew you had to be strong today. 

Seeing his bloodshot eyes, you placed a comforting hand on Ben's shoulder, breaking one of your rules but not finding it in you to care. He put his hand over yours, instantly feeling better than he had in over a week.

"It's just hard, isn't it? Have you felt it, too?" he looked at you, feeling a tad vulnerable.

You looked away, unable to meet his eyes for fear that you would start crying. You took a breath before answering, steeling yourself. "I have. It is proving to be quite difficult. But I need to find a husband, Ben," you said, your voice firm. "So, unless you're willing to marry me, it does have to be like this," you tried to make a lighthearted comment, but the crack in your voice gave you away too easily. 

Your words left him speechless, and if he was completely candid, he could have cried right then and there. Benedict understood what you were saying. What you were implying, rather. And he shook his head, voice soft, "I can't do that, Y/N. I'm so sorry."

Of course, you had expected this answer, but it didn't make it any less difficult to know that Ben was still opposed to the idea of marrying you after having experienced the last week or so. So you nodded, finally looking at him, a sad smile gracing your lips. 

"I guess that's our answer, then," you spoke. 

Your words were a complete blow to his chest. He felt like he was going to be sick. Because, of course, this didn't only mean that the two of you would not be married, something Benedict already knew. This meant that your friendship could truly never be the same. The search for a husband you didn't even want was simply an insurmountable obstacle. 

At least for today, he could still pretend things were normal. Your hand was still enclosed in his, and for a moment, he could forget all that had transpired and just enjoy the feel of your skin against his and the promise of an afternoon full of your entertaining and lighthearted literary commentary. 

---

Violet was at her wit's end. She could recognize that her son was being a complete idiot, said with affection, of course. However, Violet would not stand for you, Benedict's best friend, her own best friend's daughter, looking absolutely heartbroken night after night, talking to men who would never understand you in the way that Ben did, and who did not even want to try. She knocked on his studio door and, upon entering, let out a deep sigh at the sheer volume of sketches of your face, your hands, your eyes, and just you in general that adorned her son's art studio. 

The dowager viscountess cleared her throat with an air of authority, ready to give Benedict some much-needed tough love. Once she had made herself comfortable, sitting on the couch facing Ben, Violet clasped her hands in front of her. She could tell Ben was already dreading what she was going to say.

"Benedict, my sweet. You know, when I married your father, I was over the moon to be marrying someone I was not only in love with but also someone I could call my dear friend. In my experience, friendship as the foundation of a marriage creates the best kind of partnership."

Ignoring Benedict's increasingly tense energy, she continued, "I know you have an extraordinary friendship with Y/N. Everyone knows, actually. One can very clearly see that the two of you care for one another, and a friendship as special as that is not easy to come by." 

Seeing her son open his mouth to interject, Violet silenced him with a stern look, not in the mood to be interrupted. "I fear that if you do not take advantage of this wonderful gift you have been given, your best friend will end up married to another man, and your friendship will be lucky to survive."

Benedict had had quite enough already. Anthony, then you, his mother, and even Hyacinth and Colin were all telling him the same thing, clearly not understanding that he simply did. Not. Want. To. Marry. You. 

He was through feeling wounded; his hurt had transformed into full-blown anger. Being mindful to keep his voice in check, he spoke with as loud of a voice as was appropriate, desperate for anyone to actually listen to what he was saying. 

"Mother, I appreciate your concern. But as I have told Anthony, Y/N, Hyacinth, and Colin, I do not wish to marry Y/N. I did not want to marry her two months ago, before her debut, and I do not want to marry her now. I am sick of everyone telling me what I want or what they think I should do. I know that I do not want her, and that will be the end of the discussion, thank you very much."

Benedict barely processed his mother's sympathetic look in response to his declaration, ignoring the hand he felt on his shoulder. Disappointed and a bit sad for your future, Violet walked out of his studio, knowing Ben wouldn't continue the conversation further. 

Of course, what Benedict had told his mother was a lie. A lie so often repeated in his head he had been inclined to believe it for the better part of the last decade of your friendship. But deep down, Benedict knew it wasn't the truth. 

The truth was that marriage was your worst nightmare. He was all too familiar with your grievances toward the institution, having heard you talk about your distaste for having to find a husband since childhood. Ben had spent years by your side, listening to you express your aversion to marriage over and over again. You were convinced you would be miserable after being wed, endlessly searching for something more: a freedom you thought you could never achieve once you were married. 

And so, he could not marry you. It was selfish, to be sure, but he did not want your distaste and displeasure with marriage directed at him. He would give you anything else, but not this. In Benedict's opinion, if he married you, you would grow to dislike him, feeling trapped within the confines of your relationship. 

Throughout your shared childhood, Ben watched you grow into an incredibly smart woman, and your growth inevitably brought about a growing hostility toward your future as a wife. He was intimately familiar with the fear that brought about this hostility, and he couldn't bring himself to be the person who made these fears come true.

Benedict knew that the two of you could learn to love each other if you were married. This was, of course, assuming that he wasn't already in love with you, which he could not bear to think about properly. He just didn't think he could survive it. Having a front-row seat to the unhappiness you would feel after being married and watching you fall out of love with him because of it. He simply couldn't be the cause of that. He cared about you too much to take that risk. So he chose to stay away instead, even if it meant the end of years of close friendship and love and intimacy. 

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Heyy, could you make an Violet bridgerton x maid please??

Good luck, Maid! Part 1 (Violet Bridgerton x fem!Reader)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

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Author's Note: So, so many creative liberties were taken, if it is not to your liking feel free to request a part 2 with a more detailed ask (don't be shy!) Happy readings to you.

Summary: Violet is in need of a new maid, Eloise implores the help of Miss y/n. Violet turns to a friend as she digests the new feelings being spurred on by y/n.

Warnings: slight internalized homophobia, age gap relationship, SFW, no Beta read

Anthony stormed into the drawing room in a fury, causing the rest of the Bridgerton family to look up from their places and the mindless chatter to cease.

“Mother, I’ve fired Miss Smith- she has irrevocably disrespected our family name. I’ve heard talk amongst the staff that she has been selling old clothes and pocketing the money.” 

Somewhat still startled, Violet looked upon her son with a grimace, “but what shall I do about the Kent’s ball tonight? I still need to get ready, and I hardly look presentable as is.” She pursed her lips in thought and turned her gaze to the rest of the room.

Before she could speak again, a very eager Eloise offered, “well that is simply unacceptable, you should have Miss Y/n help dress you tonight. However, dressing both you and I would pose a challenge to a timely arrival…So it would be most sensible if I did not accompany you tonight-“

Violet gently raised her hand, and smiled fondly at her daughter’s blatant attempt to weasel her way out of going, “That is a very generous offer, Eloise. Although, don’t let my acceptance be misconstrued, I am aware you look for any excuse to avoid these events.” Eloise shrunk slightly at getting caught but a closed mouth smile pulled across her face at her own victory.

“Thank you, Mother” she patted Violet’s hand and went to stand, “and not to worry, I will tell Miss Y/n of tonight’s change.”

…

Violet sat on her bed awaiting Miss Y/n’s arrival. She had only ever caught glimpses of the young maid. Eloise preferred to be alone most of the day and used her brothers as chaperones, so Y/n’s job had been significantly reduced, allowing her to spend the bulk of the day in the staff quarters.

She knew her daughter despised having social responsibilities, and with her upcoming trip to Scotland perhaps she would relieve her from forced outings until the departure. Such would free Miss Y/n to be the semi permanent solution to Miss Smith’s firing. 

In quiet reflection, she smoothed her hand across the comforter, tracing the designs. As busy as she kept herself, she could not ignore the subtle emptying of her house. While winter brought shorter days to the Ton, days spent by herself seemed to drudge towards the sweet relief of sleep. Although she loved Hyacinth and Gregory, their company could become quite tedious when their insistent arguments became less amusing and more predictable. Benedict was rarely home and when he was he joined the sibling banter. No matter where she went, a dreadful feeling of isolation followed.

Lost in thought, she did not respond to the initial knock at her door, “My lady, may I come in?” The muffled voice of Miss Y/n broke her from her trance. She rose from the bed in a hurry, “Yes, please do.” 

She stood with her hands clasped neatly in front of her, watching the door open with great anticipation. Miss Y/n’s face was revealed, and Violet’s mouth opened slightly. As if the world had slowed she watched Miss Y/n enter. Eloise’s maid was quite pretty. Her eyes held a wisdom that was uncommon for her age, and lacked the cruelty that usually accompanied it. 

Time quickly caught up with Violet as Miss Y/n stood in front of her, awaiting instruction. Violet smiled awkwardly and lowered her eyes, which proved to be a mistake as she looked upon Miss Y/n’s figure.

Stuttering slightly, “let us start with hair shall we”, Violet motioned towards her vanity and in a few short strides took a seat.

“Yes, my lady,” with expertise and nimble fingers Y/n plucked the pins holding Violet’s hair up, causing waves of the light brown locks to cascade down. 

Violet watched the young woman work through the mirror. She found herself entranced by the graceful movements of hands and suddenly envisioned them tangled in her hair, tugging her head back to expose her neck. She took in a sharp breath, surprised by the vivid imagery. Her eyes closed as she tried to ground herself. She felt her face get hot and opened her eyes quickly, and to her utter horror, her cheeks burned a bright red. 

It confused her, how could the simple presence of Y/n make her imagination run errant? Violet sat dumbfounded, perhaps her loneliness had caught up with her. She made a note to spend ample time with Lady Danbury after this, she was obviously feeling a deficit in emotional intimacy if her mind was playing such tricks on her.

…

Once at the ball, Violet let Hyacinth and Gregory run off with the Kent children to the garden, while she herself made haste to Lady Danbury.

“Ah Violet, wonderful to see you.” Lady Danbury smiled lightly and looked out at the crowd of young people dancing, “interesting how they can touch and dance so openly, yet it would be the talk of the Ton if they were to hold gazes too long in the courtyard.”

Violet laughed absently still thinking about the way Y/n hands flittered through her hair, “Yes. Interesting indeed, Agatha.” 

Lady Danbury glanced at her from the side, sensing her distractedness, reaching her hand out to Violet’s shoulder in concern she said “Violet, is something the matter…” 

It was the clear affection from a woman so formidable to the Ton that made Violet realize she was in fact not in a deficit of any kind. What she had felt for Miss Y/n today was a rather unique, isolated experience.

“Actually…” Violet pursed her lips and looked over her shoulder briefly, “shall we tour the gardens?” 

Catching on, Lady Danbury hummed in agreement, lacing their arms together as they began their walk, getting away from prying eyes. Once in the garden, Violet let out a sigh, unsure of how to phrase this.

“I felt something strange today,” Violet’s whispered words were almost carried away by the wind.

Ears peaked, Lady Danbury widened her eyes in questioning, “Should I presume this is about our earlier discussion of a certain garden being in bloom?”

With a guffaw, Violet nodded abashedly, “You always shock me with your blatancy, but yes, in a way it is about…that.”

In jest, Lady Danbury motioned towards the flora and fauna of the Kents grounds, “Well, have you found someone to tend your garden?” 

Violet laughed, “Not quite, I am afraid things are quite complicated.”

“Do you like them?” Lady Danbury questioned. 

“I am not sure…” came Violet’s quiet response. 

“Do they like you?” she tried again.

“Good heavens, most likely not.”

“Hmm complicated indeed.” She finally agreed. “I can only advise you to pursue what makes you happy, but you must know what that in itself is, Violet.”

Violet nervously sucked in a breath of the cool night air, “What if it were something unspeakable?”

“Why, Violet, I’d be impressed,” she laughed and grabbed Violets hands in sincerity, “We have all done unspeakable things, however between friends the unspeakable can be spoken without fear of judgment.”

Looking into her friend’s eyes, she squeezed the other woman’s hands, “You are a good friend, Agatha. For now I have nothing of tangibility to speak of... However, I may ask you to tea in the near future if that would be alright?”

“That would be perfectly fine, my dear, shall we head back to the party?”

“We shall.”

[wildbeautifuldamned]

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[ghcstao3]

drabbles masterlist

(about time i made one of these)

here, you can find all the drabbles that i've written (that i could find lol) on my blog, from feb 2023-nov 2023. everything is in chronological order in their own sections, and all ghostsoap unless otherwise specified :)

PART TWO of the list

(scrapped) snippets

starving artist!soap x mi6!ghost

ghostsoap christmas

soap stranded in space

hogwarts prof ghost x zoologist soap

halloween curse

misc

supernatural something!ghost

love, death & robots au

clingy ghost

ghost restoring his humanity

ghost and his cold hands

tommy's pov on ghostsoap's relationship

soap and his evil cat

soap's struggle with nightmares (part 1) (part 2)

on memories

ghost and his fear of snakes

tommy and ghost band au (part 1) (part 2) (part 3)

soap and people-watching

summer job

mr. & mrs. smith au

on love and expressing it

bookshop au (part 1) (part 2)

on types of kisses

mildly supernatural au (part 1) (part 2)

sensual orange eating

soap and his times of day

apartment 4b

soap's nickname

soulmates aftermath

ghost plays piano

ghost's anger

soap and drawing

catholic guilt

ex-jazz singer ghost

ghost’s haunted house

soap finds ghost in a church

quiet marriage proposal

morning conversation

night at the museum au (part 1) (part 2)

mw3 mini fix-it

tommy’s bachelor party

alternate timeline

how to tie a tie

marine biologist au

asks / requests

soap drawing ghost

post-breakup

ghost stalking soap on leave

'22 dreaming about '09 events

ghost and christmas shenanigans

oblivious soap

honeypot soap

soap buried alive

teen joseph

price, ghost, and smoking in the rain

secret relationship accidental "reveal"

tinder roulette

sleep-talking soap

vigilante ghost

anastasia au

ghost and his summer outfit

first meeting at a bar

ghost with parseltongue

werewolf!soap, vampire!ghost

gaz and ghost second first meeting (feat. jealous soap)

stripper au

olive theory

the difficulty of kissing a man always in a mask

cowboys au

body swap

failed relationship

'22 flashbacks to '09

domestic arguing

voice actor!ghost

lifeguard!ghost

string of fate soulmates

identity mix-up

ghost and gracefulness

accidental sugar daddy ghost

best man ghost

soap is stood up

first meetings

human!ghost x vampire!soap (pt1) (pt2) (pt3) (pt4)

werewolf!ghost x vampire!soap

post-mission shower

bear shifter!soap

141 & mrs mactavish

greek mythology asks

hades and persephone

achilles and patroclus

orpheus and eurydice

apollo and hyacinth

last updated: nov 24, 2023

[margoshamangolord]

At the first episode you dance to the opening,

At the last episode you cry to the ending

So, today, the last episode of Bang Brave Bang Bravern aired.

I learned about it through transformers fans in here, and joined the watch only a couple of days before the 5th episode, but it had a grip on my heart immediately.

It was everything i dreamt of, every character was dear and important to me, and every turn the story took made me gasp. It was a magical experience and it made my heart explode. It was a fever dream, yeah, but a it was a great fever dream that found its way into reality and gave me life.

But also, what's the most important to me was the growing community of Bravern! The transformers fans who showed it to me and who i met on my way. Checking the bravern tag minutes after every episode, i saw people think, react, enjoy, respond, and while I'm new to tumblr, i was happy to be together with so many people in shock. What made me so emotional is the waiting, the anticipation, the opinions and the atmosphere before each episode. People didn't know and they made theories, and those theories may grow into alternative universes. I may not interacted with a lot of people, but i want to thank them!

So i decided to take whichever little art skill i have and make some sketches!!

Thanks for being there for these approximately 228 minutes, 3.8 hours—and for those 12 weeks, 2016 hours!

It was my first experience with Tumblr, and now I know why i love this site. Thank you all, guys!

Flowers chosen:

Bravern— dendrobium nobile apollon orchids (a mix of yellow and white)

Superbia—blue and violet hyacinths

Knuth—red carnations

Isami—gladioulus

Smith—red roses

Lulu—daisies

[wardrobeoftime]

Master Post - A to M

If you notice any show, movie or character missing that I’ve made gifs of, please let me know. Characters are sorted alphabetically by first their last name and then their first name.

Last updated: January 19th, 2025

A

Aladdin [2019] (Princess Jasmine)

Allerleirauh (Princess Friederike | Princess Lotte)

American Song Contest (2022)

Aschenputtel [2010] (Marie/Aschenputtel)

Aschenputtel [2011] (Annabella | Aschenputtel/Cinderella)

Australia [2008] (Sarah Ashley)

B

Barbie (Stereotypical Barbie)

Beauty and the Beast [2017] (Madame de Garderobe | Mrs Potts)

Becoming Elizabeth (Amy Robsart | Mary Tudor)

Blood, Sex & Royalty (Anne Boleyn | Mary Boleyn)

Bridgerton (Tilley Arnold | Lady Berbrooke | Benedict Bridgerton | Daphne Bridgerton | Eloise Bridgerton | Francesca Bridgerton | Hyacinth Bridgerton | Violet Bridgerton | Queen Charlotte | Cressida Cowper | Agatha Danbury | Penelope Featherington | Philippa Featherington | Prudence Featherington | King George III | Siena Rosso | Edwina Sharma | Kathani "Kate" Sharma | Mary Sharma | Tessa | Marina Thompson | Extras)

Britain’s Bloody Crown (Margaret of Anjou | Margaret Beaufort | Elizabeth Woodville)

C

Cinderella [2015] (Anastasia Tremaine | Drisella Tremaine | Ella)

D

Das Adlon (Sonja Schadt)

Die Galoschen des Glücks (Princess Aurora)

Die Kaiserin (Charlotte of Belgium | Maria Alexandrovna / Marie of Hesse | Elisabeth “Sisi” of Austria | Archduchess Sophie of Austria)

Die Salzprinzessin (Princess Amélie | Princess Eugenia | Princess Isabella)

Die Schöne und das Biest (Elsa)

Disney Live Action (see the individual movies | Extras)

Doctor Who (Ashildr | Cyril Arwell | Lily Arwell | Madge Arwell | Reg Arwell | Rosanna Calvierri | Miss Chandrakala | Agatha Christie | Hugh Curbishley | The Doctor | Twelth Doctor | Clemency Eddison | Jack Harkness | King James I | Katherine | Donna Noble | Madame de Pompadour | Amy Pond | Bill Potts | Robina Redmond | Becka Savage | Willa Twiston | Extras)

Domina (Agrippa | Antonia Major | Antonia “Antonina” Minor | Emperor Augustus | Julia the Elder | Livia Drusilla | Marcella | Octavia Minor)

Downton Abbey (Lucy Branson (née Smith) | Cora Crawley | Edith Crawley | Mary Crawley)

Dune: Prophecy (Ynez Corrino)

Dynasty [2017] (Kirby Anders | Fallon Carrington)

E

Effie Gray [2014] (Euphemia “Effie” Gray)

Elizabeth Duology (Elizabeth I)

Emerald City (Langwidere of Ev)

Emma [2020] (Isabella Knightley | Emma Woodhouse)

Eurovision Song Contest (1970 | 1974 | 1979 | 1980 | 1982 | 1988 | 1991 | 1992 | 1993 | 1995 | 1996 | 1998 | 2003 | 2004 | 2005 | 2006 | 2007 | 2008 | 2009 | 2010 | 2011 | 2012 | 2013 | 2014 | 2015 | 2016 | 2017 | 2018 | 2019 | 2021 | 2022 | 2023 | 2024)

F

Frauen, die Geschichte machten (Catherine the Great)

G

Galavant (Madalena)

Game of Thrones (Myrcella Baratheon | Cersei Lannister | Ellaria Sand | Sansa Stark | Daenerys Targaryen | Margaery Tyrell)

Good Omens (Aziraphale | Crowley)

Grey’s Anatomy (Lexie Grey | Izzie Stevens)

H

Hamilton (Angelica Schuyler | Eliza Schuyler Hamilton)

House of the Dragon (Jeyne Arryn | Alicent Hightower | Mysaria of Lys | Aegon II Targaryen | Baela Targaryen | Helaena Targaryen | Rhaena Targaryen | Rhaenyra Targaryen | Rhaenys Targaryen | Laena Velaryon)

I

J

K

Ku’damm (Helga von Boost)

L

Legacies (Jo Laughlin | Hope Mikaelson | Elizabeth “Lizzie” Saltzman | Josette “Josie” Saltzman)

Les Misérables [2018] (Cosette | Fantine Thibault)

Little Women [2019] (Amy March | Margaret “Meg” March)

Ludwig II [2012] (Elisabeth “Sisi” of Austria | Ludovika, The Duchess in Bavaria | Sophie in Bavaria)

M

Maleficent Duology (Princess Aurora | Queen Ingrith of Ulstead)

Märchenperlen (see the individual movies)

Maria Theresia [2017] (Maria Anna of Austria | Empress Maria Theresia |  Mademoiselle de Chartres | Elisa Fritz)

Marie Antoinette [2006] (Jeanne du Barry | Marie Antoinette | Empress Maria Theresia | Marie Thérèse Louise of Savoy, Princesse de Lamballe | Extras)

Marie Antoinette [2022] (Marie Antoinette)

Mary Queen of Scots [2013] (Mary Stuart)

Maximilian - Das Spiel von Macht und Liebe / Maximilian and Marie de Burgogne (Maximilian of Austria | Mary of Burgundy | Bishop de Clugny | Johanna von Hallewyn | Rosina von Kraig | Georg Rudolfer | Margaret of York)

My Fair Lady (Eliza Doolittle)

My Lady Jane (Jane Grey | Mary Tudor)

Go to N-Z

[funemployed-fangirl]

Modern Bridgerton AU

Anthony & Kate

The Bridgerton Cooperation is the family business started at the turn of the century by a great-something grandfather Bridgerton, and it was successful enough to push the family into the upper echelons of New York society. When their father died, an uncle took stewardship of the company until Anthony graduated and could start learning to take over. He’s been running the business since getting an MBA from Penn, which he is trying very hard to do well, but it consumes his entire life.

Kate’s stepmother is from a society family, but she married a decidedly outside of the circle (Kate’s father). Kate is ambitious and wants to prove the society gossips wrong about her. She goes to Smith then Georgetown Law, after which she ends up back in NYC working at a small human rights law firm, where she does immigration work.

Anthony decides it’s probably time to settle down. But obviously he’s not going to stop working 80 hours a week for the family business, so he’s looking for a wife who can run his household and raise his children and be unbothered by essentially never seeing each other.  At some social function, Anthony meets Kate’s younger half-sister, who is much more like Daphne and is aiming to marry money and be a society wife. Anthony’s interested…until he figures out she’s Kate’s sister.

Anthony initially meets Kate through work circumstances – his executive assistant’s (sibling, fiancé, friend, whatever) is facing deportation due to DACA issues, and he (good person that he actually is deep down) offers to help. Kate ends up taking the case, and she and Anthony butt heads immediately. At first, Kate thinks he’s doing this for good PR, but soon realizes that he’s paying the legal fees with his own money and helping his assistant keep the news private and oh shit he might actually be a good guy. 

Tensions come to a head when Kate gets introduced to Upper East Side Pall Mall. It’s a game where you hit golf balls from one upper east side rooftop to another. Whoever can get it the farthest from the “home base” rooftop (and get into the building and talk their way up to THAT rooftop so they can retrieve their ball) wins. Edmund taught it to the older kids. They all think Violet doesn’t know about it (in fact, she invented the game). 

Kate, being more of an outsider, is shocked to discover this is a thing that upper east side teens and 20-somethings do with relative regularity. "I’m sorry…you do WHAT?" Anthony thinks introducing her to the game will shock and appall her, and he’ll get the upper hand in the weird mating dance they’re doing (that’s what Hyacinth and Daphne will later refer to it as). But no. After about 15 seconds of adjusting to the idea, Kate is all in and takes no prisoners. Technically they both lost that game, but they also weren’t seen until much later that night…

The DACA issue gets settled (successfully, thank you), and Anthony and Kate realize they’re actually perfect for each (and Anthony learns what a work-life-balance is). They get married the following year and move into the Bridgerton Family brownstone. 

more (x)

[shawnficsbyme-me]

A/N: Using Shawn as a face claim in my first fic in FOREVER. technically had to change his name to fit the time period lol… but still… I know literally no one will read it but still here a a sneak peak and a shout into the void!

Dearest gentle reader, this author has it on good authority that this season will be the most tantalizing yet. With new settlers moving in from different continents, and the war coming to an end… it is with the utmost importance that the courtship of the queens court continues. First to kick off the season, the incorrigible Mamas must all make an appearance at the annual Smythe-Smith musical. The ball for all the who’s who of the Ton. The Bridgertons surely will be in attendance, the Featheringtons and the Mendentons too… considering all of these powerful families are part of the queens’ court, they will undoubtedly show face. The next in line Earl of KillMartin; Seanathan Mendenton, though known to be a Capital R’ Rake, is set to find a wife this season. His father is looking to retire to Killmartin house in Scotland in just two years time. The young earl must take a wife and produce an heir within that time lest the younger brother Raymond is set to take his place, having already found a bride in Ms Hyacinth Bridgerton. An unlikely paring turned Queens choice by the end of last marriage Mart. This season is set to be one to watch as the Earl of KillMartin is the most eligible bachelor this season, And the diamond Ms. Raneea Pepperacher, are linked by not only lust, but anger and hatred. Will they be a match made in heaven with true love at the center, or will the second son inherited the Earldom.

Reneea Pepperacher:

[ninqueen]

So it's finally here! My redesign for Rarity.

My beautiful queen.

So, as you can see, she looks a bit different. She has dapples for one, and wears her mane up in a ponytail because she's a mother and needs her mane away from her neck lmao.

She wears a scarf, which is actually a scarf Granny Smith knit for her as a wedding gift when Rarity got married to AJ. Applejack has a matching one.

So! Let's get into her lore.

1. Rarity is happily married to Applejack, and they have been married for about 7 years now.

2. Rarity and Applejack have had two kids from magic, Haberdash (son) and Hyacinth Blossom (daughter).

3. She still owns many Carousel Boutiques across Equestria but has allowed them to be under different management while she mans the boutique in Ponyville in order to stay near the farm. She occasionally drops by to check on the other stores but doesn't stay for long.

4. Rarity adores her children but wasn't the best at doing the dirty work when they were young. She often times asked Applejack to do the diaper changing and the feeding as she hated the mess it made. Due to this, her kids are a lot more emotionally closer to AJ. Though they love Rarity just as much, they seem more capable of being open and honest with Applejack.

5. Rarity still can't do special spells. The only spell she has gotten good at after several training sessions with Twilight is teleportation, but still can't go as far as Twilight can, and it often ends with a splitting headache.

6. She loves making gifts for her family, especially clothes. She made almost all of her kids baby clothes and still makes them outfits even in their young adulthood.

7. Even though she already has two kids, Rarity has been considering the idea of adoption. She hasn't spoken to AJ yet but she misses having a baby in the house. Both Haberdash and Hyacinth are grown now.

8. Rarity and Applejack had to undergo a magical procedure in order to have their biological kids. If your interested in how my version of same sex couples having biological children works, let me know. I'll make a journal explaining it.

9. Despite being a good clothes designer, Rarity is horrible at interior design. She often wants the most over the top, dramatic furniture and decorations and AJ has to convince her not to.

So yeah! That's Rarity. I hope you like her. She took a long time but I'm very happy with her. Let me know what you think!

Next up, Fluttershy.