#v: bridgerton

[mythologicalmayham]

@starrycrown // Semi-Plotted Starter // Lady Thinya xx Lord Ares

After having heard Lady Thinya’s prayers to escape from her suffering, Lord Ares had a momentary flash up to Mount Olympus. His mother had summoned him, Queen Hera, something rare and usually troublesome for him despite her maternal love toward him.

“Are you alright, Queen Mother?” Lord Ares asked the Queen of the Heavens, kneeling on one knee and bowing out of respect to her. The brunette smiled, cupping her son’s face in her hands.

“My boy, you know you want to help this girl. Bring her here, and I will give my decree of protection for her as well. You are a prince, and will rule when your father wishes to retire, and need heirs — demigods or gods. This young woman may fall for you and you for her, if Aphrodite’s cryptic words are correct, and she will gift you with a son that will honor your legacy,” Queen Mother Hera informed Lord Ares before returning him to Thinya’s location and time.

Lord Ares grimaced at Lady Thinya’s for a moment before embracing her gently, wrapping his cloak around her to protect her from the slowly easing rain — a sign of his father’s approval. ��You may escape to Mount Olympus with me as a companion, however you must never leave my side for your safety. Do you consent to joining me on Olympus?”

”There are other…requirements as well, as set by my mother, Queen Hera,” Lord Ares informed Thinya, grimacing again slightly as he felt this condition was unfair to the young woman. Would she even be able to survive carrying his child should they fall in love. “You are meant to be a companion to me, being essentially a mistress if I wish and a cup bearer. I do not wish to pressure you into anything physical, but we will have to play the parts.”

[joyfulmagic]

Open Starter — Muse: Alastair — Verse: Bridgerton Open to: anyone

“I must inform you, I’m rather competitive,” Alastair informed his companion, offering a cheeky smile as he walked over to them and offered them a ball. “You try, I can guide you if need be,” he informed them with a slightly warmer smile.

Alastair had finally been accepted by the Court as a legitimate noble, his mother having been a duke’s daughter, and thus nobility in her own right even if his father was a palace guard. His eldest sister had fought for him to enter Society, wanting him to have a chance at a better life than what he’d have being seen as illegitimate.

His sister had been a favorite of the Queen’s when she’d entered Society about five years prior to Alastair coming of age to court a woman. It was why he’d been able to get into the Queen’s court — this importance his sister had in society. Her legitimacy and high rank didn’t hurt either, for she inherited her father’s title as his eldest living child and no sons to compete with.

“This…I much prefer this to the dances,” Alastair confessed with a laugh as he guided his companion in how to throw the ball. “Being outside on a sunny day has something special to it,” he added, it not frequently being of such nice weather.

[fantasiesandfolklore]

Bridgerton Verse — Lady Aislin McLeod

CW: Adultery resulting in offspring; pregnancy mention; prostitution mention; illegitimacy/bastardy; duels; death; parent death; arranged marriages;

Born: 1794

Aislin was born to Lord Tyr McLeod and his lover, a woman of the night known as La Dame Blanche (The White Lady) — or rather, secretly, Lady Anne Davies, a politician’s wife. She kept the pregnancy secret from the community, only her husband and Lord McLeod knowing about her pregnancy.

The two men dueled over who would get to raise the child, Lord Tyr McLeod killing the politician in the duel as it grew passionately violent. He cast aside his wife and had Lady Anne Davies live with him and his elder daughter — aged 5 at Aislin’s birth —, forcing her mother and his true wife to live in a cottage near the main estate.

Aislin was born a cold February morning to the woman and her lover, having bright red hair like her father and half-sister. However, she had her mother’s nearly lavender colored eyes and lack of freckles. She was granted Lord McLeod’s last name and legitimacy upon requesting it from the monarchy.

Aislin was an outgoing, yet gentle and kind, child, similar to Snow White and Cinderella. Animals and people alike were drawn to her as she grew up, having many prospective suitors even at a young age. She got along well with her elder sister even with the age gap, Relta treating infant Aislin like her precious baby doll.

Upon her mother’s death in childbirth when Aislin was 2, Lord Tyr McLeod took his old wife and daughters from the Scottish countryside to London, having wanted to escape scrutiny and claiming that Aislin was the full blooded child of himself and his first wife, Lady Catherine McLeod, who resented having to join London’s upper crust families.

Fortunately, Aislin was adored even by Lady Catherine McLeod, who raised Aislin as her own daughter and could pass her off as hers due to the fair skin and red hair they shared. Lady Catherine taught both her daughters how to behave in upper class society, planning to help them both have marriages of love rather than class, unlike what had been done to her in being forced to marry Lord Tyr McLeod.

When Aislin entered polite society and was presented to the court at age 18, she was approved of by Queen Charlotte initially due to Aislin’s kind demeanor yet wittiness, causing the Queen to even laugh at a joke. She followed in her sister’s footsteps, being a jewel of the court.

[rexheroum]

Verse Info: Regency Hero [Bridgerton/Regency]

[Please refer to his twin sister’s verse post as well for info]Alt fc: Sidney Park [Visage] CW: adultery/bastardy/infidelity, Born: 1798 Debut: 1815

Born in 1798 as half of a set of fraternal twins to the Queen of Lunaruz, a kingdom “heard of” but hidden in another dimension.

Alastair and his twin sister were legitimized by their mother and “step”-father, making Alastair and Aislin royalty by title as well.

At age 13 (1811), Alastair and his sisters moved to London to join high society and eventually get his sisters suitors, particularly his eldest sister — the future Queen of Lunaruz.

Alastair is a flirt, even before entering society officially, but is often just complimenting someone, as is his nature.

Alastair is a master pianist, violinist, marksman, and swordsman. He shows off these skills when he can to help improve his chances at a match.

Naively, Alastair hopes for a love match in the ton, rather than a marriage of politics.

At age 17 (1815), Alastair “officially” entered proper society, with his eldest sister and mother excited for his marital prospects.

All events will occur during his second season, or later (age 18+).

[miss-polly]

@polarean ;

The Clarke's ward made no great impression on the queen compared to the other young women. Her coming-out gown was lovely enough, her curls arranged in a stylish coiffure with a few gemstones pinning everything in place. A pretty sight, but nothing noteworthy among the rest of the tonne. Still, Polly smiled her way through the first ball of the season, a gloved hand covering her smile as she giggled in a most attractive manner. Were it not for her most unfortunate background, she might have made a fine wife. Certainly, she would be a pleasant friend.

And yet, she was not made for the public life. Hours passed, and one polite bachelor invited her to a dance, but her card remained empty enough. Polly took the opportunity to slip away, making for the palace's orangery in search of a place to breathe. She sat down at the first opportunity, all but tearing off one slipper and planning to massage her sore foot before noticing another figure among the trees. Shoe still in hand, Polly shot to her feet, face turning red, and curtsied. "Apologies -- I didn't realize anyone else would be here. I, er... I'm not disturbing you, am I?"

[agentinred]

The library was dimly lit, a haven of mahogany shelves and the faint scent of old paper and polished wood. Carmen Wolfe stepped inside, closing the door softly behind her. The muffled hum of the ballroom, with its orchestra and cascading laughter, was a distant murmur now, replaced by the soothing silence of solitude. It was, admittedly, ironic to be seeking peace in the very space her adoptive father had insisted she curate tonight. Baron Takemura’s ball was meant to introduce her—his enigmatic ward Countess Wolfe—to London society, a glittering announcement of her place in the ton. Yet, as the hours stretched on, the pageantry had begun to wear t h i n. Every smile exchanged, every compliment given or received, felt like a carefully choreographed scene in a play where the stakes were as sharp as daggers.. & that was all it was..a grand play for all to see.

But this… this was different.     She hadn’t expected to find someone else here. The woman sat in an armchair near the fireplace, the golden light casting a soft glow over her pale blue gown. & Carmen smiled faintly amused at finding a like-minded soul. “Hiding from the spectacle of the 'theater' as well, Miss..?”

@francescca | sc

[storyofwhoiam]

oh pick me! i’ll be your true love! Rosie @ Cress? El? Pen? Ben? Matt?

@strxngertogether

Matt’s gaze flickered over Rosie with a mixture of disinterest and mild irritation. The evening was meant for his pleasure, and he had no intention of allowing any distractions from his usual routine.

He glanced at Rosie, his tone laced with a scoff. “Oh, I'm not looking for love.” His voice was dismissive, “and I'm not here for you either.” His eyes briefly scanned the room, already looking past her towards the other women.

[tcbefearless]

Eilonwy bridgerton verse:

Eilonwy's family is close friends to the Queen being of high status. She has moved to the area and is now going to present herself for the new season (much to Eilonwy's dislike).

Under co!

[joyfulmagic]

“I’ve bewitched you?” Alastair scoffed, narrowing his eyes at Lady Victoria. “Hard to imagine, as you’ve been avoiding me like a plague,” he informed her, folding his arms over his chest. He had feelings for Victoria, yes, but he wasn’t intending to compromise her ‘value’ on the societal marriage market.

“Victoria, this isn’t something we can seem to stop from happening, much as I don’t want to jeopardize your chances at a fruitful marriage. Something keeps drawing us together, much as I don’t believe in destiny,” the young man told her.

“Dammit, Victoria, I do want to court you, but my step-father deemed me unworthy of you and I cannot bring you down,” Alastair explained, his being deemed legitimate fairly recently. “I won’t be your downfall,” he promised her.

based on: bridgerton kind of era. give me the secret/forbidden love. maybe your muse doesn't want marriage, maybe their families don't want them together, whatever you want.

"i don't know how you've bewitched me, but it needs to stop." a hushed whisper is said hidden in the shadows, away from the dancing and joyous crowd, and suddenly the corset of her dress feels extremely too tight on her. it wouldn't be proper for victoria to continue being seen with him, especially unsupervised, if she wished to secure her own match. a match she would have been so very eager to secure with him if he hadn't made it clear he had no intentions of seriously courting her. "if anyone continues seeing us together, I'll have absolutely no hope of securing a match this season. this needs to stop."

[darlingpeasant]

Obsessed with this kiss, obsessed with the closeness, obsessed with the eagerness, obsessed with the desire, obsessed with his hand on her waist, obsessed with her on her tippy toes and him craning his neck to reach her, obsessed with his hand protecting her head from the wall, obsessed with the whimsical, ethereal setting, obsessed with the beauty of it all, overall yes very obsessed

[joyfulmagic]

@luposcainus // Caspian && Aislin circa Bridgerton

“A dance? I’d be honored,” Aislin informed Caspian, her cheeks slightly flush as she looked up at the rather handsome man. She was shy, despite being endeared to the Queen. Her Majesty had been fond of Aislin’s elder half-sister when she was in her courting era, and fortunately the fondness had been extended to Aislin. Granted, she respected Queen Charlotte rather than acted scared of her…much as Aislin was absolutely terrified of the woman at first.

She was aware of the fact Caspian was a foreign prince being aided in finding a bride, and it shocked her that he was interested in her for any reason. She wasn’t exceptionally beautiful like some of the other eligible bachelorettes (in her opinion at least), and she was only legitimate thanks to the Queen’s kindness in making Aislin and her twin brother making them legitimate in the eyes of the law.

In truth, Aislin was descended from kings and queens herself, as were her siblings, giving them an ‘edge’ in the courtship competitions. Her family’s kingdom has sadly dissolved around a century ago, yet her family maintained an aristocratic status now that they were in England. The Queen had even set up one of her sons with Relta thanks to this status, though the marriage had fallen through when the English prince had fled with his lover.

”I hope you are enjoying being in England, Your Majesty,” Aislin noted as they walked to the dance floor together. “I’ve found it very welcoming, since arriving in this city,” she added, hoping the Prince was having the same experience. “Hopefully it has been as wonderful for you,” she offered a kind smile, her light lavender eyes glistening from the lights of the chandeliers.

Aislin was a kind soul, a gentle and caring individual. The maiden had a passion for caring for animals and children, planning to take in a ward with whoever her husband would be once married. She even had a few pets she’d rescued off the streets — much to her family’s dismay — for she knew that no one else would care for the creatures. She even donated half her allowance to charities that took care of orphans, volunteering when she could as well.

[fantasiesandfolklore]

Bridgerton Verse — Lady Relta McLeod

CW: Infidelity/Adultery; Half-Siblings/Bastardy; Parent Death; Born: 1789 Related to [Lady Aislin McLeod]

Daughter of Scottish Lord Tyr McLeod and Lady Catherine, Relta is the elder and only truly legitimate child of the couple. Lord Tyr was unfaithful to his wife with Lady Anne Davies, with whom he had a second daughter and brought into the household while exiling his first wife to a cottage on the edge of the estate.

Lady Anne Davies died when her first child with Lord McLeod was two years old, and Relta aged 7. She mourned her “step-mother”, having appreciated having any form of mother figure, and resented having to move to London after Anne’s death to avoid scandals.

Relta was her mother’s daughter, being stubborn and yet clear-minded in her actions and thoughts. Lady Catherine often called Relta her “miniature me”, with how she took after her mother in many ways, including appearance. Rusty red hair and emerald eyes, along with a fair complexion.

Relta was elated over her upbringing, getting the best education possible for a woman of her era. She wished to become a nurse, despite her upper class status. Her father squashed her dreams when she was 17 and he introduced her to the court, including Queen Charlotte.

The two women simply smiled at each other, recognizing a wise woman in each other despite Relta’s youth. She admires Queen Charlotte greatly, finding her marriage to be one she could only hope for. Relta knew she wouldn’t get to marry for love, but she might find love in marriage.

[joyfulmagic]

“To me it is an honor, one I hope is mutual,” Alastair offered, gently going to fix a loose curl of Penelope’s for her as she flattened out her dress. He understood why she couldn’t meet his gaze, and that he wasn’t an ideal match for any woman despite having officially been made legitimate by his step-father.

“I would like that, and you are wise beyond your years. Most I’ve encountered just laugh when I say something serious as if I’m a jester,” he confessed, looking away for a moment so she didn’t see his pain.

“I hope…I hope we learn to love each other, and respect each other,” Alastair confessed, feeling rather nervous around his betrothed. “Getting to know each other seems like a good idea,” he smiled once more, taking Pen’s hand and kissing her palm while maintaining her gaze.

open to m/nb ! plot: arranged marriage, that's it :-)

“I know this is far from ideal,” Pen began, flattening the fabric of her dress with her hands. She could not bear to meet their eyes, even if they were bound to be wed. It was supposed to be a good thing. Her mother made sure to remind her of it every time Pen’s expression turned sour. Marrying someone she did not love sounded the exact opposite of a good thing, and yet she had no choice but to play along. “But I think it would be wise for us to get to know once another before the upcoming nuptials. If we are to be man and wife, we should at least know the type of person one is, don’t you agree?”

[sad-endings-suck]

times are tough. i need to get back in touch with a piece of media that i can hyper-fixate on

[eleanor-bradstreet]

The impossible glow up has already begun 🫠

[joyfulmagic]

”How romantic that sounds,” Relta commented as her new friend walked over from the ballroom floor, enjoying Sophia’s company. “It must have been that man you were dancing with, no?” The woman asked, raising a brow in interest.

who: anyone! muse: sophie beckett, bridgerton canon, set in 1800s london where: could be the masquerade ball in which sophie meets benedict! @indiestarter

"i hear the music as i've never heard it before."