#ms. bennet

[the-amazing-boop]

A conversation between Ms. Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy, c. 1813.

i'm madly in love with you

Get real

[taamistuffbox]

p&p on mspaint

[themarysuep]

So relevant.... so necessary..... I hope so.

Chloe was cool for this. Being asked out of nowhere but still giving a resounding yes answer. They should have gotten their live-action Secret Warriors instead of YA.

[agentoffangirling]

Reasons I am a Kamala Khan variant:

I am Persian, she is Pakistani. Def not the same but similar cultures, we both come from that immigrant family mentality, if that makes sense

She is a Captain Marvel stan while I am a Daisy Johnson stan. We both love our powerful women juice

Met Kamala at Disney and we had the exact same vibe

I have no more reasons, I feel like this is enough

[firthbetterorfirthworse]

Becoming Ms Bennet (2019)

She is an American web series actress who has a huge online following, so she gets cast as Lizzy Bennet and is excited.

The actor for Darcy is experienced in film and either very short with people or all about business. He often has headphones. The actors for Jane and Bingley have a real life meet cute moment. The actress playing Caroline is very snobbish that their Elizabeth is American with a fake accent.

Uh-oh, she overhears Darcy complaining to the director after they ask him to help coach her in her accent. He's like I'm here to launch my American career, not hold some newbie's hand who hasn't even been trained. You cast her because she's an internet star? They assure him there's a performance clause so if she doesn't have the accent by the beginning of filming they can recast.

The Mrs Bennet actress is trying to matchmake with Elizabeth immediately after she bumped into the PA (meetcute? Mrs Bennet thinks so)

Honestly I'm just gonna refer to everyone as their character

Bingley and Jane are seriously vibing, but Darcy is like "she better not get any ideas, a lot of new actresses throw themselves at him for his family acting connections.

Caroline offers to help Elizabeth with her accent buuuuuuut we don't trust her, clearly.

Even Darcy was like maybe you shouldn't ask her for help anymore, but of course I'm sure Elizabeth took it insultingly.

Elizabeth you idiot you have 8 million subscribers you canNOT call your coworker a rude snob on your live videos are you kidding me

Wickham shows up and is charming. Darcy is like hey Elizabeth, be careful who you trust. Wickham tells some sob story about how Darcy stole a part from him and wrecked his career.

There's a very very important dinner with the producer who is already worried about hiring an American. Caroline tells Elizabeth that they moved the party at the last minute to a place across town, didn't she hear? [eyeroll]

The director is unhappy that they are secretly practicing with the Caroline actress as a secret understudy in case Elizabeth can't get the accent.

Pretty sure Wickham is willing to sleep his way to the top with the producer. Pretty sure the producer is willing for him to do so as well.

When Elizabeth finally does show up, helped by the PA that Darcy was dismissive of, the producer is bitchy so she walks away. Darcy compliments her on standing up for herself and asks her on a date to dinner. "You don't like me," says Elizabeth and lists reasons why, and he's like I mean some of those reasons yeah but I'm impressed with you. She accuses him of separating the actors for Bingley and Jane. He says he cautioned him, yeah. She accuses him of ruining that role for Wickham, and he sets her straight. He's like hey forget I asked, okay. (Hunsford proposal vibes)

He even left a voicemail that she listened to the next morning and tells her the whole story about him and Wickham.

Rehearsal montage time. A week to go.

They always seem to be perfectly rehearsing the scene that fits with what's going on with actors [insert animated Kirk's surprise face]

Oh surprise! Her video where she talks about the producer came back to bite her in the ass! [surpised pikachu face]

I think we just had our meeting at Pemberley? An awkward moment where they're being fitted at the same time. They're nice to each other. She asks him for a favor and he's privately coaching her on her accent. (also wtf zero people have suggested full-time immersion for the accent? She is only doing it while running lines? Even though everyone else around her has an accent? Honey you really are missing a ton of opportunities here, get your shit together) They're having a glass of wine together and opening up. They're having Moments.

She's making another video. She tries to be positive but breaks down and is like "I can't do this" and even is harsher than before about the producer and the Caroline actress, but talks about her accent improving and Darcy being helpful and how she really does think things are looking up even if she gets in trouble for posting that video.

Oh no! She dropped by wardrobe and found Caroline being fitted for her costume. Betrayal!

She's fired because of her videos (fair)

Darcy goes to talk to the director but walks in on Wickham and the producer in an intimate position. She says she wanted to recast him but he had an ironclad contract. He has a proposition for her.

Elizabeth gets a phone call - she's still Lizzy, but Wickham is now Darcy and vice versa.

Also, Bingley and Jane are having Moments again and Jane confides that OG Darcy convinced Bingley she might just be shy and they tried again.

Wickham as Darcy is uh. Not good. But the producer is like cooing at him. The director is apologizing to Elizabeth. Everyone is side-eyeing the whole Wickham/producer situation.

Caroline is like, I hope you thanked him for switching roles as long as you got to stay as Lizzy, but don't get used to it I will get that part.

She thanks Darcy but is like, I'm going to step down. So that you have your chance. This is too much. Then they heard a woman upset and it turns out the producer found Wickham and Caroline in bed together and was so pissed about it she fired them both.

So hey now the PA gets his big break as the new Wickham! Happily ever after for everyone? It's the last day of filming. They're at the second proposal. They're about to kiss and the director calls cut. They pause, but end up kissing anyway. Aww (I guess?)

Sidenote, I would absolutely hate the movie that they were filming. They pretty much rewrote the dialogue (why? I mean I understand mashing conversations together for the sake of time, but why rewrite the lines?), and they never once had any sort of hats/bonnets/gloves even in the outdoor scene? Just, no.

It wasn't a Hallmark movie, buuuuuuuuuuuut it could've been. (scathing)

[cleo-serotonin]

h2o au where the development on mako island goes through and harrison begins building pearl sands island resort . the main trio have an evil arc doing everything in their power to halt the construction. At first lewis tries to stick to his morals but when he goes out on his dingy and sees the harm being done to the wildlife (and has a good long think about how it’s hurting his friends and especially cleo), he concedes and helps the girls.

[cerealbishh]

if i ever get to see iman and chloe in a show or movie together with a live action lunella lafayette? i would sob

[themightiestpotato]

OCs as Other Characters

Tagged by the lovely @pozerjacket & @wanderingaldecaldo​ (ty both! <3)

Rules: Take this quiz and share 5 (or more! or less! the world is your oyster!) results from the top 50 that you feel really fit your oc(s). If you don’t recognize very many from the top 50, feel free to expand into the top 100.

I've already done my cyberpunk OC over on my sideblog, so figured I'd give my baby girl Moira some attention on my main

Top Result: Elizabeth Bennet (Pride & Prejudice): 88%

Other Results (cherry picked to my liking ofc) Kat Stratford (10 Things I Hate About You:) 83% Vi (Arcane):80% Toph Beifong (Avatar: The Last Airbender): 80% Ellen Ripley (Alien): 77% Elizabeth Swan (Pirates of the Caribbean): 76%

Tagging @jaegereska​ & @thatrobotgirl​ go bitches go

[homosexualmorelikehomiesexual]

blue and gansey are literally lizzie and mr darcy you cannot change my mind

[jessicatredes]

⚠️⚔️🧶✨ for Waverly!!

⚠️ - If this oc came with a warning sign, what would it be?

"trust but verify" wav has learned to hold herself confidentially and be forward when giving her opinion. but it she's not always right and doesn't mind getting checked :-) like some of her not great ideas in the evil mansion <3

⚔️ - How does this oc handle conflict?

attempts to think rationally and stay level headed, but can easily get overwhelmed/snappy

🧶 - Do they do any arts, crafts, or creative hobbies?

she loves scrapbooking! keeping tickets, photos, receipts, etc. from everything and putting them in a little keepsake book :-) she also likes doing little art projects with her daughter

✨ - Tell something that makes this oc feel happy!

any time she can talk with her sister, whether it be over the phone or through letters. the two haven't lived together ever since wav went off to college, so they really miss each other 👯‍♀️

[painepentaghast]

So just to clarify, Elizabeth's ADHD and Darcy is autistic?

Yeah! Lizzie's an A* masker but she's just like her mum/lydia/kitty on the inside - we see it come to light in her thoughts, her general attitude to life, and also in moments when she feels safe/private enough to be truly emotional

[fayes-fics]

Vibe & Vexation

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, Modern AU w/ Regency roleplay

Summary: Watching Pride & Prejudice evokes playtime in Benedict.

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, established couple, Regency era sexual roleplay, teasing, remote vibrator, dirty talk, female orgasm, brief vaginal sex. Also features lake!Darcy!Benedict, anachronistic costumes (just like the real show this season tbh) and absolutely unacceptable use of Jane Austen.

Word count: 2.4k

Authors Note: Yes, the title is a terrible play on Pride & Prejudice. Listen, I don't know what this is either, and I'm posting before I lose my nerve after 3 weeks of writer's block. This is dedicated to @godofstory whose casual comment on one of my fics finally dislodged my brain block. This is modern Benedict roleplaying Regency. Also thanks to @colettebronte for reading through, being kind and saying I haven’t lost my mind. Well, not completely. Err, enjoy? <3

“Ben, don't be silly…”

“Are you suggesting that I wouldn't look dashing in a frilly shirt and snug trousers?” he teases, raising his head from your belly and twisting to look at you, his eyes twinkling with a mischievous glint as the credits roll on the Austen film you've been idly watching on a rainy Sunday.

“No, I'm not saying that,” you chuckle, your fingers touselling his hair. “You look good in everything and nothing…” you tease, enjoying the prideful swell of his chest at your compliment. “But I'm not in the mood to track down Regency outfits for a little sexy role play.”

“Leave the details to me, my love.” He waves a dismissive hand as he flips over and begins to crawl over you. “I will be your Mr Darcy….” he attests, lowering his voice to that rumble which always makes your belly flutter.

“But I don't have a lake in this flat,” you deadpan, perhaps not helpfully referencing a different adaptation, but too distracted to care, his crooked smile hovering right above you now.

“‘Tis a pity,” he agrees, quirking his lips, “but I shall think of something….” he winks before capturing your lips with his. 

And, just like that, you forget all about the subject…

—

Two days later

“They didn't have any fusilli, so I got penne; I hope that's okay…” you call out as you enter your flat, dropping the heavy bag of shopping from your shoulder and flinging off your shoes, grateful to be out of them and home.

When there is no answer, you frown. When you texted on your way home, he sent back a list of supplies for dinner.

“Ben…?” you round the corner into the kitchen and realise it's empty, nothing cooking on the hob. “You're not even cooking….?” you raise your arms in a shrugging gesture, nonplussed, apparently talking to yourself in what appears to be an empty flat.

“Ms Bennet….”

His voice rings out resonant, a teasing lilt that has you spinning around. And almost toppling over.

There, in the doorway to your bathroom, is Benedict…. dressed up as a Regency gentleman. 

Well, partially dressed. And what he is dressed in is damp and clinging to his skin in a way that gives away absolutely everything about why you cannot resist him. Broad shoulders and a tapered torso, completely visible through the most transparent white frilled shirt you could ever imagine. Snug blue trousers that, again, give everything away. He must have hopped into the shower to achieve this effect, his clothing virtually painted upon his skin.

You literally bite the edge of your tongue.

“Mr Darcy….” you stumble, incapable of any other words, mouth falling open as he saunters towards you with a confident gait, his trousers straining over his thighs as he does so.

“My eyes are up here, Ms Bennet…” he teases as yours ping guiltily to his face, knowing you are being entirely called out for your ogling. 

“What if your eyes are the very last thing I am interested in, Mr Darcy?” you finally find your voice, stepping into the role of a feisty, historic heroine you enjoy so much.

“The eyes are the window to the soul…” he tilts his head challengingly, raising an eyebrow.

“That’s Shakespeare, not Austen,” you shoot back pointedly.

“All the world are good and agreeable in your eyes,” he corrects, indeed a quote from Pride and Prejudice. He has obviously been revising—something about that is as adorable as it is arousing.

“You don't fight fair…” you whisper as he closes in on you with a handsome smirk, but it hardly feels like defeat as his long fingers spider up your jacket buttons, the warm fug of his clothes amplifying the mouthwatering scent he wears under them.

“All is fair in love and war,” he counters, sliding nearer, his lips warm on your temple now as he flicks open your topmost button.

“Are you going to talk in literary quotes all night?” 

Your ask is much breathier than you intend, very much not a protest about what is transpiring—a tingle down your sternum where his fingers trail over your skin down to the next button. You feel the curve of his cheek against your face from his responding smile. 

“I might stop,” he proposes airily. ”But perhaps only to tease you until you pass out…” 

“How?”

The question falls from you unbidden, curiosity seizing your lips.

“With the help of things poor Mr Darcy never had access to…” he offers enigmatically. “But for now, how about you go change into your outfit, Ms Bennet?”

“I have an outfit too?” your breath catching at the idea he has planned a whole scenario.

“Oh yes, ‘tis hanging in your room, fair lady,” he mutters, taking a half pace back. But before you go, he grabs your hand, raising it to his mouth and dropping a kiss that is anything but chaste—wet, plush lips with a slight edge of teeth dragging over your knuckles as his hot tongue lathes between your fingers lasciviously. 

—

“I'm not sure this is quite Regency accurate…” you assert as you swan back into the living room a few minutes later, even as there is a frisson over your skin at the very sexy outfit he has chosen.

“Perhaps not,” he concedes, his eyes lingering on the pronounced swell of your breasts as you sashay closer. “But yet, I cannot fault my choice.”

“More Marquis de Sade than Jane Austen…” you opine, revelling in his stare, the time spent fastening each hook and eye down the front of the ivory corset worth it for that hungry look and the nascent swelling you see in his clinging trousers. The silk, frilled French knickers he picked out are new, which you are grateful for, but they match perfectly. There was an odd weight to them as you pulled them on, though, but you did not spend much time contemplating it, so keen to get back to the scene.

“Ms Bennet, how dare you turn up to my home so scandalously dressed when I am entertaining company?” he admonishes, his tone suddenly brusque, stepping fully into his roleplay, gesturing to the empty kitchen area as if it were filled with guests.

“Mr Darcy, I can only apologise. I thought you were away on business,” you improvise, clutching your hands over your body in a futile attempt to conceal your state of undress, acting horrified to be caught.

“Do you make a habit of trespassing in my home and flouncing around so slatternly?” he snaps tersely, his eyes flashing approvingly.

You know the question is rhetorical, so you just hang your head, biting your lip, playing at being ashamed and chastised for being so wanton in the home of the man you desire. This is nothing like anything in Pride and Prejudice, but you could not give less of a damn, a flutter low in your gut that this could go somewhere utterly delicious. 

“I must insist you desist,” he continues imperiously. “This must never happen again! Now go to my private quarters and think upon what you have done!” he concludes, pointing to the sofa. 

“Yes, Mr Darcy,” you nod and curtsy with faux demureness, which he seems to greatly enjoy based on the flash in his eyes, seemingly even more so when you break character and poke out your tongue insolently as you pass.

You take a seat on the sofa and watch, initially confused, as Benedict remains in the kitchen area, play-acting as if he is chatting to guests, supping from a wine glass and gesturing. Puzzled, you watch as he reaches for his phone casually and flicks something on the screen, his back still turned to you.

There is a sudden, sharp buzz in your underwear that steals your breath, your legs tensing, your feet kicking out reflexively, sliding your clit heavier against the vibration.

Oh fuck.

That’s why the underwear felt oddly weighted. He must have snuck a thin remote vibe pad into the lining.

He makes a half-turn and smirks over his shoulder as you pant and stare at the play of his back muscles under his translucent shirt, your fingers clawing into the sofa at the sudden not-at-all-gentle onslaught.

“Ms Bennet, are you quite well?” he calls out, a triumphant look claiming his face. “You appear somewhat flushed.”

“Mr Darcy, I find myself in a most perplexing dilemma,” you grit out between clenched teeth, impressed you can even form words. The vibe is a persistent thrum that you attempt to tilt yourself away from slightly but seem unable, always there, dragging against you in a way that makes you writhe, your back arching.

He spins around to face you entirely now, putting down his wine glass, phone casual in the other hand, thumb hovering portentously over the screen with a gleeful mien.

“What troubles you, Ms Bennet?”

His lilt is teasing and velvet, humming in your bones as much as the toy. The vibration suddenly ceases, and you collapse back into the sofa, panting mildly, the corset restricting your ability to take the gulps of air you need, your chest heaving, unable to do anything but stare slack-jawed at him.

“Have you quite forgotten your words, Ms Bennet? I thought you a creature of learning…” he needles, the painted-on regency garb he wears just more temptation, his cock straining against the wool now. He makes no move to draw closer, but he does flick open the buttons around his wrists and roll up his sleeves, his toned forearms flexing as he does so.

“I am a woman of learning,” you defend after a pause, “but I find myself rather disadvantaged tonight. I suspect deception…” You narrow your eyes at him.

He throws his head back and laughs, his Adam's apple bobbing prominently as he does so. It makes you want to pitch forward and bite it.

“Whoever would deceive such a fine woman as you?” he fires back as he tilts back down. You cry out as his thumb yet again swipes over his screen, and your underwear roars back to life—this time a softer pulsing wave, but no less titillating, an inflaming tease that staccatos against your engorged flesh.

“You might, Mr Darcy…” you accuse, but it's lighthearted at best, a toothless threat as all of your efforts are focussed on the fizzing pleasure radiating out into your pelvis.

“On the contrary, Ms Bennet. In vain have I struggled…” he begins. 

That speech.

“It will not do….” he adds, shaking his head for good measure as he flicks open the buttons upon his soaked shirt, your eyes tracking the movement as each new slice of damp, heated skin is revealed in the soft, low lamplight.

“My feelings will not be repressed…” 

He peels the sodden shirt from his form, and you moan as that honed body is revealed to you, glistening slightly. The vibe is a roiling wave against your clit that makes your pussy clench around nothing, wishing to be filled.

“You must allow me….” he pauses and lopsidedly grins as he roughly tugs upon the buttons of his trousers, a teasing striptease that has you spiralling fast, leaking copiously into your knickers now.

“Allow you what…?” you throw in, huffing against the restriction of the corset, something about its tight hold escalating your addled state, moaning as he drops the last vestige of his clothing, his cock springing free. His whole being glowing with pride in how much he can affect you.

“To tell you how ardently I admire and love you….” he concludes, his voice dark and smooth, settling over your skin like warm molasses as he finally prowls towards you.

You want to pitch forward and nuzzle your face into his cock. But he dips down as he approaches, pushing your legs far apart with his hands and falling to his knees, burying his face into your cleavage. He suckles vehemently on the swell of your chest, lathing his tongue over your flushed skin as you fight to gasp in enough air, the vibe and his lush mouth hurtling you fast towards oblivion, his hands a firm grip on your hips.

“I love you too, Mr Darcy,” you gulp in delayed response. “But, please release me from this torture…” you append weakly, needing reprieve from the prolonged hold.

“Is it not the sweetest torture, though?” he argues back as his nose trails up your clavicle to your neck, his mouth earnest upon a spot that always makes you pliant. “I want to see you struggle, my love, bound in my corset, sat upon my vibe, teased and vexed until you can take no more….” his words are a sinful soliloquy gusting almost wistfully into your ear, your lobe snagged under his teeth.

“Take pity upon me, please; I am distressed,” you appeal, feeling a slight wooziness as you circle a chasm of pleasure that licks teasingly at your edges.

“You are beautiful,” he counters, a firm hand cupping the back of your head and puppets you to stare into his blown pupils, his rigid cock trailing a sticky line over your thigh as he rumbles more debauched. “Now come for me, Ms Bennet, and then I shall have you…”

You screw your eyes shut just as he flicks to a higher setting on the vibe and can no longer fight or struggle, letting your body break, febrile, a dew on your back as it arches, you screaming to the ceiling as you are thrown into the stars and the earth at the same time, torn in a hundred directions by the intense pulse radiating out from your core and fanning across your whole body, every muscle tensing and releasing in a sudden wave.

Hazily, you hear his jubilant praises ringing in your ears, but it feels far away even as his hands and mouth are hot and heavy on your skin, ripping the corset and knickers from your body with a vehemence that would shock you were you in less of a euphoric, altered state. He pulled you bodily to the edge of the sofa, teasing his cock against your throbbing clit, making you groan and paw at him, the need rising again as you return to your surroundings.

“You have bewitched me body and soul,” he pants as he slides into your body, a surging insistence that has your fingernail curling into the sinew on his forearms, your toes curling around the fuzzy meat of his thighs. “I never wish to be parted from you for a second. I love you..,” his tone rough, broken, stuttering as he bottoms out inside you, quoting the film you watched together the other night before taking you urgently towards another blissful peak.

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[themarysuep]

Now where's the picture with them

[fandomhopper-shit]

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[poetry-vs-depression]

i've heard "muppets pride and prejudice with ms piggy as mrs bennet" and i raise you "muppets emma" (with ms piggy in the titular role OF COURSE)