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#not yet in print ( ooc ) #3katanas #she believes him when he says it

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I need an Eloise and an AU where Pen went to her before she wrote the Lady Whisteldown about her and told her everything an was like, here is what I have in mind, if you have any better ideas let me know.

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"If clarity's in death, then why won't this die? Years of tearing down our banners, you and I. Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts, give me back my girlhood, it was mine first."

Indie priv & selective book based multi-muse, ft muses from Bridgerton, ACOTAR and many more. Loved by Tiny.

#between the pages you find the truth ( self promo )

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PENELOPE FEATHERINGTON in Bridgerton Season 3

#the real lady whisteldown ( penelope featherington )

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STARTERS FOR DARK & TOXIC SHIPS

Lines taken from various forms of media for that particular brand of dark ships.

❛ You don’t want me to have anything in my life that’s not you. ❜

❛ You think you’d be happy with someone else? No way. I’m it. ❜

❛ I’ve killed for you. Who else can say that? ❜

❛ I’ll kill the whole bloody lot of them until you and I are the only people left in this world. ❜

❛ What have we done to each other? What will we do? ❜

❛ But the horror, the horror was for love. ❜

❛ This love burns you, maims you, twists you inside out. ❜

❛ It is a monstrous love, and it makes monsters of us all. ❜

❛ You lied to me! You poisoned me! You told me you loved me! ❜

❛ I love you, and it’s killing me. ❜

“I hate you”  –  “No you don’t.” ❜

❛ You’re killing me slowly. ❜

❛ I love you so, I’ll eat you whole. ❜

❛ Sorry about the blood in your mouth, I wish it was mine. ❜

❛ Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. ❜

❛ Something ugly in you, you also saw in me. ❜

❛ You ruin anything you touch, and destroy anyone you love. ❜

❛ You are coming down with me, hand in unloveable hand. ❜

❛ You say that you love me but you act like you don’t. ❜

❛ Imagine our children, how fucked would they be? ❜

❛ Don’t you know I’m no good for you? ❜

❛ When it’s going good, it’s great. But when it’s bad, it’s awful. ❜

❛ Your temper’s just as bad as mine is. You’re the same as me. ❜

❛ I know this love will tear me to pieces. ❜

❛ I loved you enough. You just never believed it. ❜

❛ Why can’t you just let me go? ❜

❛ We have been each other’s prisoner for a very long time. ❜

❛ You said that you loved me with your knife pressed against my throat. ❜

❛ I’d probably still adore you will your hand around my neck. ❜

❛ Our love is a monster, plain and simple. ❜

❛ I loved you as Icarus loved the sun: too close, too much. ❜

❛ Loving you was the most exquisite form of self-destruction. ❜

❛ It terrifies me what I would do for you. ❜

❛ There’s a difference between really loving someone and loving the idea of them. ❜

❛ We weren’t ourselves when we fell in love, and when we became ourselves – surprise! – we were poison. ❜

❛ We complete each other in the nastiest, ugliest possible way. ❜

❛ I would never kill you. Not in a million years. What I can do - what I will do is hurt you, worse than I did before. ❜

❛ You make me feel, and I don’t like it. I want it to stop. Now. ❜

❛ You are the knife I turn inside myself: that is love. ❜

❛ I say I want you inside me and you split me open with a knife. ❜

❛ If you love me, you don’t love me in a way I understand. ❜

❛ We love with claws and teeth and the blood is just proof of how much. It’s feral. ❜

❛ There is something wrong with you that is also wrong with me. ❜

❛ Love isn’t soft, like those poets say. Love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close. ❜

❛ I need you to be a monster. Which is to say, I’m trying not to love you. ❜

❛ Kiss me. Kill me. Do something. ❜

#little whispers ( memes )

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PROMPTS FOR THE FORCED PROXIMITY TROPE *  assorted dialogue for the moments and circumstances that force two characters to spend time together, adjust as necessary

who said i agreed to any of this?

i said i would help you. i didn't say i would be nice to you while i'm helping you.

you scratch my back and i'll scratch yours.

oh no. don't tell me it's locked.

i was hired to protect you. that's my job.

i'm actually starting to tolerate you, believe it or not.

i don't want to be stuck here with you.

i'll work with anyone but you.

i'm not letting you sleep on the floor.

they're forcing me to work with you and i don't like it.

how long do you think we'll be stuck here?

is that the only tent we have?

i think we're snowed in here. we'd better find a way to stay warm.

it's going to take a few days for them to reach us.

you sleep in that room, and i'll take this one.

you can't get rid of me that easily.

i'm just going to come right out and say it - i hate being here just as much as you do, but we have to make this work.

don't get any ideas.

i'm going to see if they'll switch my room.

until you came along, i had this under control.

if we're going to survive this, we'd better work together.

why did they sit me next to you?

i'd like to be as far away from you as possible.

out of all the people in the world, i had to get stuck with you.

guess you're just gonna have to get over it.

i thought you were worse than this.

i'm not going anywhere, and neither are you.

you're not exactly my favorite person to be around.

well, get used to it. i'm not leaving.

i told them i don't need a bodyguard.

i never wanted to spend this much time with you.

all this time spent together has really opened my eyes.

you're not as bad as i thought you were.

we might as well try to get along.

i guess i should learn a little bit about you.

i think that means we're the only ones left.

there's no way i'm sharing a room with you.

you again? i've seen enough of you already.

i thought [name] was coming. why are you here?

they're counting on us to save them.

since we'll be here for a while... might as well make the best out of it.

i think we can set aside our differences for two minutes and work this out.

honestly, i think i was wrong about you at first.

there's absolutely no way i'm working with you.

fine, but you're sleeping on the floor. i'll take the bed.

as your bodyguard, i'm supposed to stay with you at all times.

i think we're snowed in for a while.

you could always sleep on this side of the bed.

we have to at least pretend we like each other.

the whole point in having a bodyguard is for me to keep you safe.

i don't like asking for your help, but here i am, asking.

you and i are the only ones who can deal with this.

you don't have a say in the matter.

looks like we're stuck here.

just sleep in the bed with me. i'll even make a pillow wall between us.

i'm not sharing a tent with you.

i need you to stay out of my way.

could you at least "guard" me from over there? why do you have to stand so close?

#little whispers ( memes )

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"You are a rare man indeed though given that you can hold a conversation I find I would much rather be here with you than the hordes rotating around Cressida's ego" she assured him and found she meant it. She was enjoying a single dance and conversation with him more than she had enjoyed anything in a very long time, suddenly this ball wasn't nearly as dull as it had been an hour ago. Penelope laughed at his comment "perhaps if she loosened her hair a bit she would be kinder, but I still have my doubts given her viper like Mama."

She gave a dry laugh and shook her head as she turned with him, moving around him and back to his front. "Don't be sorry, you're hardly scandalizing me and I can understand bleak humor better than most. Besides I asked and I wouldn't have if I did not wish to hear the whole of it. I was simply worried for you but now that I know the Ton is more terrifying than being shot I can rest easy" her smile returned as they moved across the floor.

"Decidedly so" she agreed, letting him spin her as she felt lighter than she had in a very long time. "Let us hope they remain blind then as I am not prepared to cheer you on in a fight this evening, perhaps at the next ball should things grow dull once more" she teased.

Penelope's gaze was incredulous. Equally bemused, Benjamin didn't fully understand her meaning until she indicated her size. Unable to help it, he scoffed, rotating around her with growing bafflement. "And yet it is you whose company I find more enchanting," he volleyed. "Size should hardly be a concern to the men who matter. Well..." Here, his expression turned almost smug. "If you can discount Cressida Cowpie's -- Cowpen's? -- voluminous ego. It's so massive that she can scarcely hide it beneath her hideous updo."

The group split into their respective couples, and Benjamin briefly met Penelope elbow-to-elbow, rotating while observing the alarmed surprise in her eyes. He hadn't meant to cause any true worry... Sometimes, he spoke without the realization that most were blessed without knowledge of war.

"Mostly," he assured her. "I was shot that day, and yet somehow, dealing with the ton has proven far more touch-and-go. And painful." Here, he offered what he hoped to be an appeasing smile. "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to trouble you. Sometimes, my sense of humor gets a bit bleak, because if I dwell on the past and treat it like a tragedy, I'll surely go mad."

Switching arms so that they were spinning in the opposite direction, Benjamin grinned at Penelope's quip. "Their loss is my gain," he assured her. "If nothing else, once they see how much I'm enjoying myself, perhaps they'll finally grow curious...though they might have to tussle with me for a spot on your dance card."

#penelope's threads #v ; secrets of the ton ( bridgerton ) #honorhearted

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send me ☀ if your muse finds mine attractive (kyra and Daemon like alicent, Kaera love Sansa, penny and Allyster)

#they're all rather pleased by this tbh #not yet in print ( ooc ) #amarvelousmencgerie

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Lovely blog and muses ! I haven't written with them much bc I am an unorganized Potato, but they have been very kind and patient with me !

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☀ ( to pen from colin xo )

*Suspicion*

#not yet in print ( ooc ) #Pen isn't buying it #himbovillains

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˗ˏˋ SUKI WATERHOUSE as Karen Sirko in DAISY JONES & THE SIX ˎˊ˗

#the mock detective ( hyacinth bridgerton )

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send me ☀ if your muse finds mine attractive

#little whispers ( memes )

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If she were to be honest Penelope was just happy that he had come over so quickly after receiving her note that she found she did not care for the lack of flowers. She did wish they were alone so they could talk as they had so many other times when an idea popped into her head. "Why yes, Mr. Bridgerton I would be happy to accompany you to the races today" her voice carried so her mother could hear and her eyes stayed on his willing him to play along.

The races would be their best chance to speak candidly while staying in the eyes of a chaperone who would likely be either her ladies maid or his Mama and sisters. Either way they would be allowed more freedom than they currently held in this receiving room.

"I've read about it, but it does sound quite lovely and explains your tan" she replied as she sat her own cup down and took a bite of her cake. She noted he hadn't eaten any of his yet and she offered a kind smile to encourage him. "Oh Goodness-- everywhere I think, Greece, Italy, the Mediterranean, Egypt, Asia" she had thought about it all so much growing up.

Colin listened carefully to what Mrs. Featherington had to say. Deciding not to respond when he did not hear a question directed at him. No, he had not brought any gifts to proof his sincerity. He hadn't even considered it. But if he had, it certainly would not be anything like that sad looking bouquet Fife had presented. He was glad that Prudence's suitor did pick up on Portia's words and noted on where he had purchased the selection he had bought for the elder sister.

Big hands raised the delicate porcelain to his lips for a sip of the warmth within. There was a happy clinck of dishes as it was returned to its saucer. He would sent her flowers, but merely did not wish to waste time on collecting them today and in all honesty in the rush of things it had slipped his mind.

"The mediterranean. It's very beautiful. White beaches, blue oceans. Very unlike the ones we have here in England." Colin forked at the cake. Where most drowned in nerves could not imagine having an appetite, he seemed to find comfort in it. "I remember you have mentioned it before. Where would you like to visit?"

#penelope's threads #v ; secrets of the ton ( bridgerton ) #takenamiss

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A brow cocked when she caught him staring at her, as if seeing her for the first time and not like he normally did. But she made no comment on it and simply busied herself with serving, blue eyes glancing across the room at her mother, willing her to not say anything horrible today, but of course she made a comment about how Mr. Fife had brought the loveliest flowers for Penelope showing how serious he was about her and she wanted to slam her head on the table as soon as the words left Portia's mouth.

The next jokes Colin made though had her laughing, he always was terribly corny but she found she loved that dearly about him. "Sadly that is the fixed point of the problem" she grinned up at him, finally feeling more at ease with him. Her voice dropped so only he could hear "ignore my mama, you don't need to bring me flowers and the horrible yellow ones he brought were rather ostentatious" something few knew about her was how much she hated the color yellow.

"That does sound rather lovely, the wanderlust you seem to embody. Where was it you went this time?" The redhead asked, taking a sip of her tea. "I hope to travel some once I am married, see a bit of the world before I bring children into it."

His thumb rolled over her fingers as she offered that gesture of comfort. He looked at her and saw what he had not seen before - or perhaps had dismissed due to a lack of maturity. Penelope was beautiful and not just because she changed her hairdo or attire. She had a kind face, kissable lips and eyes that sparkled with enthusiasm. And her with was enticing. Things he had known before but not in this light.

"I was hesitant to do so; afraid of getting 'squared' away in the middle of an equation." Square joke. "But not facing such a walk would never allow me to get to the root of the problem." Square-root joke. Colin offered her a smile and felt his shoulders relax as he watched her poor some tea and serve cake. Only those close to him knew he would prefer some cake over sandwiches any given day.

He chuckled at her next inquiry, gaze moving down to the treats placed in front of him. Wasn't this exactly what she had said when showing him her wooing skills? It was quite ironic. "Quite wonderful. Although I have yet to find a travel destination that is absolutely daunting. Perhaps the presence of a foreign sun makes up for all its possible flaws."

#penelope's threads #takenamiss #v ; secrets of the ton ( bridgerton )

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"On that much we agree, these events are getting more and more tedious as the years go on. Though you make a fair point on being left alone if you are on the outside, I sadly do not have the luxury of being from another country, I am simply just forgettable." She was not looking for sympathy with that statement, merely stating a fact of the Ton, one day she was sure she would marry someone of her mother's choosing, but she did wonder if he would at least be kind or smart.

"I do wish you luck in finding such a woman, all I truly want in a match is someone kind and intelligent, someone who will listen when I speak and perhaps even hold a mild inkling of respect for me and my thoughts" a partner and equal would be preferred, but if she could not have that she would at least like respect. At his question she arched a red brow before looking down at herself as if it were painfully obvious what her fatal flaw was. "I am nearly twice the size of the other ladies present and sadly have a harder time masking my intelligence, which as my mother puts it won't win me any favors."

She listened to him as he spoke about carrying his brother and the worry was clear on her face. Her Papa had spoken about the war but never in detail. "That sounds terribly difficult, I am glad you made it out seemingly in one piece" she knew there were more wounds than the physical though, she had seen them first hand when the men first came home.

She let him change the subject and laughed "that does sound rather exciting, I trust she was okay?" Penelope asked, her palm pressing against his as the dance began.

"I would not hold my breath, I am afraid I am not much thought after by suiters, so you will have to deal with me for the full of the song" she teased as they moved with the other couples.

Benjamin huffed. "Between you and me, chewing on glass doesn't sound so bad right about now," he quipped. "Though I suppose in this instance, being an outsider is a good thing, seeing how nobody here is trying to rub elbows and kiss my arse."

Catching Penelope's eyeroll, he offered a conciliatory smile. "Finding intelligent conversation is difficult, I agree," he replied. "Perhaps I'm in the minority, but I don't just want a pretty face -- I want a woman with passion and verve and an eagerness to learn...a woman who reads and admires, and truly lives. To have an adornment for a wife defeats the whole purpose of having an equal." Frowning, he appraised Penelope's profile in bemusement. "What makes you say that?" he asked. "I know we've only just met in passing, but I've never once witnessed this hidden 'fatal flaw' you claim to have."

Leading her out into position, he had to laugh. "Nonsense! I would gladly lift you in a dance. After all, I'm afraid my last experience with lifts wasn't nearly so pleasant...while racing through open artillery-fire, I was forced to carry my own brother across a battlefield."

Oh. Perhaps that wasn't the best topic for casual conversation... Ladies, after all, were meant to be shielded from horrors such as the War of 1812 -- and seeing how their countries were on the complete opposite side, Benjamin doubted he'd find much sympathy here in the ton.

"I'd lift you," he fumbled again, moving to stand across from her. "The only thing you'd truly have to worry about is not tripping, because I'm afraid we enjoy dancing hard and fast." He smiled. "One summer, my best friend's first belle got so dizzy that she fell right into a refreshments table."

The music changed, and then the men all offered a bow in counter to the women's curtsy. Stepping forward, Benjamin met the other two couples alongside Penelope, their palms pressing together as they all started dancing in a circle.

"So far so good," he teased her from the corner of his mouth. "I'm certain that any minute now, someone will come over and request to cut in for a dance."

#penelope's threads #v ; secrets of the ton ( bridgerton ) #honorhearted

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Penelope offered him a sympathetic smile and allowed her hand to graze his wrist as they sat at the table, offering him some comfort. Her mother returning to Prudence and her suiter for the moment, letting her take a breath and relax her shoulders. They had never met like this before, a courting couple and it was new and terrifying how they were expected to refrain from their usual familiarity.

They had been friends for so many years and yet horribly improper to say the least, the pair of them had often bypassed what was socially allowed in favor of speaking freely, even using one another's given names. But they could not do that in front of her Mama or the staff, not until they had been courting for a bit of time or even engaged if it got to that point. She realized she had not asked for clarification on how he wanted her.

Her eyes met his and under the table, hidden from prying eyes she took his hand and squeezed it, knowing they both needed in the moment, a promise that they would get through this. "Of course, I know it is a rather daunting walk across the square" she teased slightly as she removed her hand to pour their tea.

A tray of sandwiches and cakes was placed before them from a grinning ladies maid and she almost laughed once more, but instead carefully took some cake for herself and a piece for him, placed down daintily.

"How were your travels? I know you just returned and I am excited to hear about them" she made a mental note to go back and read the letters she had stashed away without opening them during their fight. If nothing else she knew talking about his travels would at least help him to relax.

Were he in different spirits he would have made a jest about not bringing any flowers but bringing Lord Fife's horse for his return home instead. But today was not such a day. Instead, he responded to Fife with the same courtesy before straightening his posture once more.

Then the situation dawned on him. How he had never called upon Penelope before in such a manner. It was usually through Eloise, through writing, in public areas or through blunt boldness that they interacted - but always privately in a sense. Eyes darted about in slight discomfort from Mrs. Featherington to Prudence and quickly past the staff. This interaction was going to be a proper staged one with all those eyes on them. One that followed the etiquettes of courting what was usually a stranger.

He returned the bow. Practiced as ever. Hands clasped behind his back. Colin had to pause at her question, though. Offering Penelope a look that was filled with confusion whether or not they had understood their letter exchange in a similar manner. Shortly, he was again struck by the realization that those interactions had been far from proper, he cleared his throat softly.

"Yes, that does sound lovely." Colin gave a nod and a pressed smile at her suggestion and headed over to take a seat. The comfort and confidence he had felt when attempting to court Marina had made way for a foreign nervousness. One he failed to hide with all his might. He felt terribly watched. Held back and unable to speak freely; which he was so used to by now with Penelope.

The staff seemed a bit too giddy about bringing the offered delights, igniting more of his confusion. "Thank you." he mumbled, before his gaze found hers and he fell quiet once more. Because with mere looks he felt like he could say more than with the use of words as of now.

#penelope's threads #v ; secrets of the ton ( bridgerton ) #takenamiss

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"You're hardly to blame-- I am the one who ran blindly in here trying to escape. . . Well it doesn't really matter who I was running from now. I am sorry you were dragged into this" the guilt that he was being forced into a marriage with her was clear on her face as they spoke. She prayed he didn't have someone he was already in love with, to know this would be a union like her parent's broke her in more ways than one, but she wouldn't ask him not to see his lover, it wouldn't be fair to him.

"Penelope Featherington, it's nice to meet you Mr. Latimer-- though I wish it could have been under different circumstances as well" Penelope offered a sad kind of smile, feeling horrible that he was so kind and she had forced him here, even if she hadn't meant to. She would well and truly curse Colin for chasing her until the day she died and she hoped he was well aware of this.

"You are very kind-- I hate that I trapped you like this, but I will try and be a good and kind wife and see you be happy" the redhead promised, it was the least she could do right now.

He felt a lot of sympathy for the young lady, it seemed like she still had hope that they didn't have to get married, but he knew that there was nothing to be done about this. He knew that Kay was going to be so sad to hear the news about his engagement, she would have wanted him to marry someone that he was in love with. Little did she know that she was the one who had stolen his heart from their first meting.

" I blame myself for what happened, Miss, and I am afraid we have no other choice" she was right that he didn't know her name yet, but he will have the rest of his life to get to know her. He hoped that she wasn't in love with someone else, that would have truly been a tragedy. Though if that was the case he would give her his permission to take a lover, as long as she would promise to be discreet about it.

" Edward Latimer, and might I know your name? I wished we would have met under different circumstances, but I promise you that I will try to be a good husband and make you happy" he smiled softly at her. It felt so strange to have a fianceé that he knew nothing about, maybe tomorrow he will wake up and realize that it was nothing more than a dream. But most likely not.

#penelope's threads #v ; secrets of the ton ( bridgerton ) #notonlyfriendsbutallies