#one thing is for sure

[roach-master]

vox has the vibes of a guy that is slightly below average height

[rainystressed247]

Oh gods is it because the vines are apart of Dream’s system now?

"It felt like an embrace; a warmth extended within me. Then it felt like a storm; scalding rain stunned my being."

[devonpravesh]

Lady Featherington moved gracefully through her opulent home, her skirts rustling softly against the polished floors. The Featherington residence was abuzz with activity, the hum of whispers following her like a shadow. As she strolled through the grand hallway, the distinct murmur of gossip reached her ears, only to be abruptly silenced each time she entered a room.

In the drawing room, Portia paused by the door, listening to the maids' conversation.

"Did you hear about Miss Penelope and Mr. Bridgerton last night?" whispered Alice, her eyes wide with excitement.

"I did," replied Mary, glancing around to ensure they were alone. "Everyone knows they’re engaged, but they say he chased after her carriage last night."

"He did! And he got inside with her. Imagine the scandal if anyone saw!"

Portia cleared her throat, and the maids immediately busied themselves with dusting an already immaculate cabinet. She lingered for a moment, their guilty expressions betraying their previous conversation, before she continued her rounds.

The air was thick with curiosity and the tantalizing allure of scandal. Portia’s heart quickened with both dread and anticipation.

As she entered the morning room, she caught snippets of conversation between two footmen, who fell silent upon her approach.

"Did you hear what the coachman said?" Thomas asked, leaning in closer to Edward.

"He said he heard... moans," Edward replied, lowering his voice.

"From the carriage? With Miss Penelope inside?" Thomas asked, incredulous.

Portia’s entrance prompted a sudden silence. The footmen resumed their duties with exaggerated dedication, avoiding her gaze.

The library offered no respite. Portia approached quietly, catching the maids mid-conversation.

"She must have been compromised, even if they’re betrothed," one maid said, her voice hushed but urgent.

"Mr. Bridgerton might have proposed out of love, but if this gets out, everyone will think it was out of necessity," replied the other, her eyes wide with the thrill of the gossip.

Portia pretended to inspect a volume of poetry, but the maids quickly fell silent, their eyes on her back. The suspense was maddening, but she would not stoop to ask them directly. No, she had her pride.

Finally, in the solarium, she overheard the most tantalizing piece of gossip yet. A kitchen maid, unaware of Portia’s presence just beyond the doorway, was breathlessly recounting the tale to the head housekeeper, Mrs. Varley.

“I heard from the coachman himself, he did! Said he could hear moans coming from the carriage,” the maid whispered, her eyes wide with the thrill of sharing such salacious news.

Mrs. Varley shushed the girl as soon as she noticed Portia standing in the doorway.

“Hush now, before you get yourself in trouble,” Mrs. Varley admonished, but it was too late.

Portia’s patience had worn thin. She turned her gaze to Mrs. Varley, a woman she trusted implicitly.

“Varley,” Portia said, her voice as smooth and commanding as ever, “a word, if you please.”

The housekeeper nodded, following Portia to a more private corner of the room. Portia’s expression softened just enough to convey her desperation.

“Varley, I have heard enough whispers to piece together a troubling picture. I need to know the full extent of what transpired between Penelope and Mr. Bridgerton last evening. Speak freely.”

Varley hesitated, her loyalty to the family warring with her instinct to protect Penelope’s reputation. Finally, she relented.

“Ma’am, it seems there was an incident last evening. Mr. Bridgerton was seen chasing after Miss Penelope’s carriage. They were alone for some time, and it is said that... well, the coachman claims to have heard... noises.”

Portia’s breath caught in her throat, but she remained composed. “Noises?”

“Yes, ma'am. He mentioned moans, though he could not see anything. However, there is speculation that Miss Penelope might have been... compromised, even if they are engaged. The talk among the staff is that Mr. Bridgerton’s proposal might have been influenced by this... incident.”

Portia closed her eyes briefly, her mind racing. The implications were vast, but so were the opportunities. If Colin Bridgerton’s proposal had indeed been influenced by love, then her daughter’s future might be more secure than ever. Yet, the nature of the proposal and the scandal attached could not be ignored.

“Thank you, Varley,” Portia said, her voice steady once more. “Ensure that this gossip does not spread beyond the household. I will handle the matter personally.”

Varley nodded, her expression resolute. “Of course, ma'am.”

As Portia made her way to drawing room, her mind churned with plans and contingencies. She would speak to Penelope directly, but not with reproach. There was strategy in this scandal, a way to turn potential ruin into triumph. And Portia Featherington was nothing if not a master of social maneuvering.

She swept into the drawing room with her usual grace and poise. The scene that greeted her was one of charming domesticity: her daughter Penelope and her now fiancé, Colin Bridgerton, sat next to each other, loving looks on both of their faces. Rae, Penelope’s lady’s maid, chaperoned them discreetly from a nearby chair.

“Colin, you must admit,” Penelope said with a twinkle in her eye, “your tales of travel are utterly captivating. I’ve read your recent account twice already.”

Colin grinned, leaning closer. “Twice, you say? Well, Pen, if you’re that keen, I might have to write more just for you.”

Penelope’s cheeks flushed with pleasure. “Oh, would you? I’d love to read more of your adventures.”

Colin’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “And what will I get in return, Miss Featherington?”

Penelope laughed, her eyes bright with amusement. “Is my admiration and praise not enough?”

“Hmm,” Colin pretended to consider, tapping his chin thoughtfully. “I suppose I could be persuaded with a kiss.”

“Colin!” Penelope gasped, her blush deepening, though she couldn’t hide her smile.

Portia’s arrival drew their attention, and she offered a warm, if slightly commanding, smile. “Rae, be a dear and leave us for a moment.”

Rae glanced at Penelope, who nodded slightly, before she rose and quietly exited the room, leaving a puzzled Penelope and Colin in her wake.

“Mama?” Penelope asked, her curiosity evident.

Portia’s smile widened as she approached the couple. “Colin, I must say how delighted I am that you proposed to my daughter. It brings me such happiness to know that at least one of my daughters has secured a worthy match, and to a Bridgerton, no less.”

Colin, ever the gentleman, stood and bowed slightly. “Thank you, Lady Featherington. I am honored to be welcomed so warmly into your family.”

“Of course, dear Colin,” Portia replied, her tone cordial but with an underlying firmness. “I’m sure you have much to attend to, so we shall not keep you longer.”

Taking the hint, Colin nodded. “I shall take my leave then. Penelope, I will see you soon.” He leaned in to kiss Penelope’s hand, eliciting a shy smile from her before he exited the room.

As the door closed behind him, Portia turned to Penelope, her demeanor shifting from formal to conspiratorial. “Now, my dear, we must talk.”

Penelope’s expression became anxious. “What is it, Mama?”

Portia’s eyes sparkled with a mixture of curiosity and excitement. “I have heard rumors among the servants. They speak of you being... compromised. Is there any truth to this?”

Penelope blushed, her discomfort evident. “Mama, I... yes, it’s true. But Colin and I—”

“Penelope,” Portia interrupted, her voice filled with unexpected glee, “this is wonderful news!”

“Wonderful?” Penelope echoed, astonished.

“Yes, wonderful! Think of it, dear. You are to marry into the Bridgerton family, and now, with this, there’s a greater chance of producing an heir for the Featherington line. This could secure our family’s future in ways you cannot even imagine.”

Penelope’s shock began to turn into cautious optimism. “But what about the scandal?”

“Scandal?” Portia waved her hand dismissively. “Once you’re married, no one will dare speak ill of you. And speaking of marriage, we must hasten the wedding plans. There’s no time to waste.”

Before Penelope could respond, Portia called out, “Varley! Come at once!”

Mrs. Varley entered promptly, her expression attentive. “Yes, ma’am?”

“Prepare to call on Lady Bridgerton immediately,” Portia instructed. “We have a wedding to plan, and it must happen sooner rather than later.”

Varley nodded, understanding the urgency. “Right away, ma’am.”

As Varley left to carry out her orders, Portia turned back to Penelope, her face alight with enthusiasm. “Oh, Penelope, this is all falling into place perfectly. Just imagine the joy of seeing you wed to Colin, and the future you will secure for us all.”

Penelope, still processing the whirlwind of emotions and plans, managed a smile. “Yes, Mama. I suppose it is quite fortunate.”

“Fortunate, indeed,” Portia agreed, her mind already buzzing with the details of the grand wedding that would soon take place. “Now, let’s make sure everything is perfect.”

[eidolons-stuff]

Ajax: "Who is it?"

Xavier: *takes a deep breath*

Ajax: "JUST TELL ME!"

Xavier: *blurts out* "She likes Wednesday!"

[random-autie-fangirl]

The Narrator:

You are in a judgment hall. At the end of this hall is the great door. Behind that door is a royal garden. In that garden is a golden throne, and tied to that throne is a prince. You are here to slay him, if you refuse…it shall be the end of the world.

[killedbyfrank]

I think Envy will be the only one who can instill genuine terror in Anger, like he fears nothing, will yell at everyone but he knows he can't mess with Envy

[agiroflee98]

I'm pretty curious to know - no doubt he's already thinking about doing/gotten a lot of offers for a bunch of other projects, maybe one of these are on his radar!! 💜💜

[b0bthebuilder35]

[butididntpourthewhiskeys]

since people asked me on my thoughts on last night’s drama… It might change tomorrow but currently I wouldn’t be surprised if we’d get a sighting of Taylor and Matty later this summer 🙃

[kochei0]

I turn to Ares.

Thanks to Tyler Miles Lockett who allowed me to draw inspiration from his ARES piece for page 2! Look at his etsy page it's SICK

⚔️ If you want to read some queer retelling of arturian legends have a look at my webtoon

[marypsue]

Keep seeing that post where OP starts like 'Thinking about...grieving the undead' and then adds on about like. Real life situations where people have not died but have left your life and you would have reason to grieve them.

All respect, that's an important concept, but that is not what I am thinking about when I read 'grieving the undead'.

[majubengel]

One Piece final battle

poorly drawn extra:

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

Of the 19 hijackers who carried out the Sept 11 attacks:

15 were from Saudi Arabia (a powerful/oil-rich country the U.S. works hard to maintain diplomatic relations with)

2 were from the United Arab Emirates (also a powerful/oil-rich country the U.S. works hard to maintain diplomatic relations with)

1 was from Egypt, 1 from Lebanon.

None of the hijackers were from Iraq.

None of the Sept 11 hijackers were Iraqi.

None of the 9/11 hijackers were from Iraq.

[doubledudeski]

pics that make you go "oh I KNOW he eated a trash"

[magicicephoenix]

i finally finished reading I see you, Sundrop! by @shirajellyfish and IT'S SO GOOD I CAN'T BELIEVE IT TOOK ME THIS LONG TO FINISH IT RAAAAAAA

i will be gushing about it in the tags but here's a lil animation i made based on the below paragraph in chapter 6 that gave me such a strong mental image that i had to make it real :)

[vmkhoneyy]

“People are inherently terrible” no!!! Have you ever seen a child wait for their friend while they tie their shoelaces? Have you ever known someone who would bring hurt squirrels and rabbits and mice to the nearest vet just so it doesn’t suffer? Have you seen someone grieve? Have you ever read something that hit your heart like a freight train? Have you looked at the stars and felt an unexplainable joy? Have you ever baked bread? Have you shared a meal with a friend? Have you not seen it? All the love? All the good? I know it’s hard to see sometimes, I know there’s pain everywhere. But look, there’s a child helping another up after a hard fall. Look, there’s someone giving their umbrella to a stranger. Look, there’s someone admiring the spring flowers. Look, there’s good, there’s good, there’s good. Look!!!!